Lyrics : Dashy you're so wrong for a cloud of dust. The hands of a clock recall the flight we took to abscond. Dashy you're so strong, so take your time. The Wonderbolts will wait for you to cross the redline. Destiny is strange, isn't it? It's 1982 and you're still alone, girl. Just take my hoof, my little pony girl.
Dashy takes a fall; it shakes her bones, fixed upon the wings we made from wax museums. Dashy sings my song at breathless speeds. Become the thing your dreaming mind reminds you daily. Destiny is strange, isn't it? It's 2012 and you're still alone, girl. Just take my hoof, my little pony girl.
Rosy eyed... hello, rosy-eyed girl with the rainbow mane, azure coat. Rosy eyed... ethos both abode and airy territory.
The earth is round; there is no up or down. To wander endlessly forward... stake a territory! Lines of escape we make... Organs of capture call us home, these fuzzy, uncountably infinite sets of holes! Stake a territory! They found a place to share, to raise the day, and light the night. A mare without a map, but it's still alright!
Yeah, every age has its own poetry. Every stage, circumstantial of history. Every page, words shrouded in mystery: memento mori, crowning glory, so says the story. Choose a nation, a god, a race, a class to shake. Take up the torch for the world that we make. Must be of the heart, expressed or transcended. Together not apart, in love, here we are. Amor fati.
Last year we found each other, so put our hooves together, and wrap me with your feathers to make it through this winter.
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Let's call this the 2046 subscriber special, because Wong Kar-wai is a genius. So ... I wanted to get this out there before the end of the year to thank everyone for supporting this stuff. Honestly, it's probably inaccurate to characterize it that way, since the music is for you guys in the first place; it's wonderful how art carries that dialectic. If he gets to read this, much thanks to PinkiePieSwear for directing so many people to these pages over the months. And a big "thank you!" to everyone who emailed Seth.
I really hope you guys enjoy this. It's rushed and ended up more than a little weird in a lot of ways; I'm just not confident it was at all successful.
Finally, a massive "happy new year!" to everyone. This is gonna be the best year yet, right?
Lyrics : Dashy you're so wrong for a cloud of dust. The hands of a clock recall the flight we took to abscond. Dashy you're so strong, so take your time. The Wonderbolts will wait for you to cross the redline. Destiny is strange, isn't it? It's 1982 and you're still alone, girl. Just take my hoof, my little pony girl.
Dashy takes a fall; it shakes her bones, fixed upon the wings we made from wax museums. Dashy sings my song at breathless speeds. Become the thing your dreaming mind reminds you daily. Destiny is strange, isn't it? It's 2012 and you're still alone, girl. Just take my hoof, my little pony girl.
Rosy eyed... hello, rosy-eyed girl with the rainbow mane, azure coat. Rosy eyed... ethos both abode and airy territory.
The earth is round; there is no up or down. To wander endlessly forward... stake a territory! Lines of escape we make... Organs of capture call us home, these fuzzy, uncountably infinite sets of holes! Stake a territory! They found a place to share, to raise the day, and light the night. A mare without a map, but it's still alright!
Yeah, every age has its own poetry. Every stage, circumstantial of history. Every page, words shrouded in mystery: memento mori, crowning glory, so says the story. Choose a nation, a god, a race, a class to shake. Take up the torch for the world that we make. Must be of the heart, expressed or transcended. Together not apart, in love, here we are. Amor fati.
Last year we found each other, so put our hooves together, and wrap me with your feathers to make it through this winter.
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Let's call this the 2046 subscriber special, because Wong Kar-wai is a genius. So ... I wanted to get this out there before the end of the year to thank everyone for supporting this stuff. Honestly, it's probably inaccurate to characterize it that way, since the music is for you guys in the first place; it's wonderful how art carries that dialectic. If he gets to read this, much thanks to PinkiePieSwear for directing so many people to these pages over the months. And a big "thank you!" to everyone who emailed Seth.
I really hope you guys enjoy this. It's rushed and ended up more than a little weird in a lot of ways; I'm just not confident it was at all successful.
Finally, a massive "happy new year!" to everyone. This is gonna be the best year yet, right?
Inspired by 'The Combinatorics Project' (http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/08/story-combinatorics-project.html), I am planning to do a song about every unique ship (15) between the main six. This is a long-term project. For now, I am roughly following the 'Combinatorics' order, but that can change. Tell me what ships y'all most want to see. I might do ships outside the mane six if there is enough interest. The series is called 'Unmakeablelove.' It is an exploration of the universal idea of romantic love through ponies. What does it mean to love someone with your whole heart?
Seawinkle dove off the dock, swam through the crystal clear blue water, and hopped aboard her new little sailboat. "Seashell" she shouted, "Come take a sail with me!" So Seashell swam out to the boat for a ride. The wind was brisk and the little boat skimmed quickly across the calm blue water. The two friends sailed on and on, returning home only when the sun was sinking low into the horizon.
Thank you SoGreatandPowerful, for this wonderful opportunity to work with you. It's been one of the best times of my life. And thank you everyone who's supported me up to this point, I really appreciate it a lot.
Much thanks to: Navy Brony The Living Tombstone F3nning CommandSpry Mallard NightmareSnake
and SoGreatandPowerful
Right up to the point of him taking flight, SGaP was partaking in many collaborations with other musicians. Expect to see a few more songs of his on collaborations with some of your favorite brony musicians.
Face as Dash. For me, it's as flawless a musical portrait as could be painted of our girl speed demon. Please support his amazing music! Special thanks to X-Trav (http://soundcloud.com/x-trav) for making the a capella and instrumental tracks available. And special thanks to Fluttershy.
Cygnus... Phoenix... voices sing up above the noises. We can't make out the words. Hopper, dear, I thought I'd find you here by the window, waiting for something more. Question Mark, why is space so dark when, anywhere you go, you will find starry light? Is it me? Am I the only one who doesn't think we're all alone here? Galaxy, where did you go that summer afternoon? Been meaning to ask you...
Watch for the signs. Darling, you'll be alright. Open your window. Turn on the light
Galaxy gazed out the window at the shimmery stars before crawling into bed. "It must be fun to twinkle in the sky," she thought dreamily, then fell sound asleep. A little star heard her thought and twinkled at her window. "Come out and play," it whispered in a tinkling voice. Still asleep, Galaxy followed the little star up to the sky where all the stars had gathered for a midnight party with the Big Dipper. To her surprise, the Little Dipper sprinkled stardust on Galaxy, and her eyes twinkled as brightly as the stars around her! At exactly one minute before midnight, the little star led Galaxy back to her bed. "It must have been a dream!" Galaxy yawned when she awoke in the morning. When she peeked at herself in the mirror, her eyes still twinkled brightly, and she realized that her midnight adventure had been real!
Very little ditty about a lovely, young mare. Don't get mad at Hasbro. They are the transcendental conditions for all our being here. Maybe this means they'll stay transcendent now, but the gift they gave us -- and continue to give us, week after week -- hasn't been negated as long as it isn't forgotten.
Maybe, I'm not strong enough. Maybe, I'm not fast enough. Sister Shy, oddest of all us pegasi, maybe, you're the one I want; maybe, you're my hospital. Sift me with your wings. I'll carry you home. Risk it this time. You're so much more than you think, little pony. Building a symptom won't cure you; only facing what keeps you hiding.
Wayward cloud, trace this ground your whole life. You must go on. (I can't go on.) You must always go on. (I'll go on.) Oh, don't you cry, dear. We're here, Sister Tampopo, right by your side. Dear, you hear this all the time.
Sister Shy, flower of all things sweet and kind, maybe, you're a little late; maybe, you're a hurricane. Please, stay awhile. Are these feathers I see spinning with me? A piece of the puzzle finds herself.
I can't believe we've done three of these already. We bronies.
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So she's not much for speeches. The farthest reaches of her will measures a heart, faithful and strong — as strong as it needs to be. And it needs to be mended when broken by a promise untrue. She writes to you, "don't worry, now." Our bushel just lost one apple.
All things are wanting of a place to call their only universe. So force it if you must. It's a long way over for a ten-timer. Can't this train run any faster? Girl, they'll cheer us on. Girl, we'll wow them all. It's a long layover. It's a mare's world. She can't stop just yet; she's a scared girl. They will come and save you from this freedom thrust upon your name.
(Do right by me. Do right. We expect big things. Do right for me. Do right. I'll be here waiting.)
Where has elder sister gone? Back to the desert...
To every feat a ribbon, every shore a sea. I will not take them all, my dear — only what belongs to me. This is your consolation: always a next year. I've always depended on the kindness of strangers.
New season: ancient, but not at all eternal, joy turned t-. It's the light that guides us, honey. Unreceptive nine times out of ten, wishes don't find us; we find them betwixt the silence. Only lonely souls seek to find every sign there's something holy.
Old season fades out, forgetting how wasted joy tasted. It's the light inside us, honey. In defense of someone crazy, is there life on Mars? Is anybody out there waiting for me? It's the light of my century. Every now and then I'm happy. Life is not a foreign country, infinite and quiet.
These old weeds, wild and anarchic kings, braiding rhizomes so far from home. These old beans... Magic's what magic does. You taught me all kinds of languages.
This song has a lot of temporal significance, but it's not about time. (That's later.) It's been a year and a week since I uploaded my first song. Nothing happens every year. Is what I do now any better? I don't know. That's beside the point. Here's my beginning. It must mean something, or they wouldn't keep it. Here it is.
These songs are based on season two. Those songs were based on season one. These songs are about characters and how, together, they weave stories, lives. Those songs were about ideas, principles, and their finite embodiment /in/ character, their brief appearances /in/ life. Those songs were inspired by the great PinkiePieSwear, the reason for so many things. These songs are inspired by...
I am never the only one who's listening to anything. All of you are with me, somehow. That means a lot. "We" means a lot. Maybe, it's the only thing that /means/ anything.
Power to the peaceful. She walks in astonishing health, a little bit on edge. C'mon, my foreigner. I'm in love with the thought of sparks that set the prairie ablaze — just a phase, my beautiful fighting girl. Cutie, it's worth the trouble to disappear a thousand years. [We belong dutifully standing side by side, welcoming the morning and the night. My run is over. A world on shoulders. (Phoebe.)]
Let a hundred flowers blossom. Don't attempt to save them. Let x be a sovereign. We can all define it.
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... obviously meant for Halloween, but I've had less and less time lately. It's not really about Halloween anyways. It's about being sent to the moon or, like, Siberia.
This song is like six months old today. It was that long ago I contacted bbctol. I've been sitting on it at various angles ever since, and it was just yesterday I asked him for another take. He's been a dear to wait on me so long. Poor thing's probably sleeping off a fever now.
Go check out his stuff; he's a really brilliant lyricist and performer : youtube.com/user/bbctol
There might be another part. There might be other songs about season two but not for a while. I really just want to focus on school and enjoy season three right now. Love y'all.
[AJ is the heroine par excellence of pre-industrial capitalism. “Applebuck Season” is simply a pragmatic confutation of this golden myth. Still, it is on an even more fundamental level, I claim, that the doctrines of individualism reveal themselves as utterly incoherent. We are all – in essence, not only in part – members of a community; that is, we all exist-with whether we prefer to or not. To be is to be with. Always remember this being-with. This song as much belongs to all of you as it does to me, and I am no one. That being said, it’s overrated as hell.]
Many a waltz spun awkwardly out of the rain; she was an anxious refrain. Takin' your time with the imperceptible: beautiful myths of becoming animal — wasp to the orchid, orchid to the winter. To regress is to move towards lesser difference.
Memories of a sorceress girl — endless fascination with the secrets of the world. Dreams of the youth: those cute, little movements. Darlin', emit and combine particles-signs that transform a body into flame.
So, tell me that this love is all we are: this simple story, this carousel we're on — a little magic, a different kind of spark — our glassy essence just floating in the dark. It's how you taught us to conjure up a little kindness to take inside our hearts. Our will to power — together, not apart. Trace of the Other (a truly modern art).
All that you are and all that you'll be is harmony. Darlin', walk with me.
A kind voice, a gentle face, a friend who vanished without a trace, a blue body, an illusionist on stage... Twitcha-twitcha, can you stop a moment? What does Hegel mean by "Absolute Spirit"? So much love you are!
Memories of a sorceress girl — endless fascination with the secrets of the world. Here we are starin' up, lookin' up at the same rainbow.
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This is a redone version of my submission to volume one of the 'Smile!' charity album, a partnership between MLR and the service group Bronies for Good. This time around, I tried to make the lyrics more coherent. Structurally, I both added and took away, so there still may be some surprises even for those of you who've heard it before.
I suppose it's meant to be a Twilight-centric song, though — for those of you who prefer to enjoy ponies incognito — I think it's my most veiled take on a character yet. There is certainly a way to read it where it applies to Trixie. Her good side, that is.
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Also, look forward to 'Smile!' volume two, which is coming up in the next few weeks. The first one being as special as it was, I will almost surely be participating again.
Inspired by the thrillingly talented -- skilled, passionate, and erudite too (if you didn't know already) -- Pony Piano (Yourenigma) and, of course, Dash herself. *sigh* I love you all even if I don't know you all. It's a kind of abstract, universalist love; some have even called it 'community,' yes. And Merry Christmas, everyone!
Much love to you all for your support; I always read the comments. I also wanna say "thanks" to whoever has been sending the videos into EQD. So, this is a Pinkie Pie song, but it's also dedicated to the one and only PinkiePieSwear. Hope you guys enjoy it. :)
Once again, thank everypony for your comments, subscriptions, and PMs! This is meant to be a Rarity-centric song + PMV. She is... one of the best ponies ever. The opening title card is an isolated reference to virtue ethics, my most troubling preoccupation. I also drew a parallel with the "Flutterwonder" remix PMV.
First of all, thanks so much for the comments and subscriptions, y'all! Even though I'm not explicitly remixing PinkiePieSwear this time, the influence is clear enough. The song is meant to be from the point of view of Twilight Sparkle, though the PMV is just as unfocused as the vocals are opaque.
It's hard to improve on the breathtaking job PinkiePieSwear did with "Flutterwonder," so I didn't really attempt to enhance the trance atmosphere, opting instead for a more jazzy feel. I also wanted to try my hand at fan-PMV. All my inspiration comes from PinkiePieSwear, of course. You are a wonderful human being!