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Verse 1:
Take seat youngin'; Stay around for spell
I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Would ya
Please stick around, take a listen and see
Cause back in my day, things were always grand as can be
Now all the
Streets were paved gold and gems; Glimmerin'
Lightin' up the skies at noon; This town is shimmerin'
Waitin' on nobody cause we got stuff to do
Cause we through with the new
We're talking old school, kids, that's just what we do!
Back in the day, it was the prime of the time
Imagine all the greats singing together in rhymes
And listening together on old Gramaphones
And old Radios it was a hell of a time
Let me tell ya youngin', man the old days were grand
You could walk down to the beach and plant your hooves in the sand
You didn't have no worries
All was grand as can be
So everybody take a listen
Open your eyes and see
Chorus:
So trot with me through the autumn leaves
And keep close to stay warm
Soon you'll see how much you mean to me
Feelings I've never felt before
Verse 2:
Skippi-do-bop was the name of the game
Swinging like crazy everyone goes insane
It's like a game except everyone wins
Why isn't music like that, anymore?
My god everything is such a bore now
Everything's the same thing over again
With all that hippin' and the hoppin'
And the bippen' and the boppen'
They dunno what the jazz is all about, you see
You'll look back at your days
I'm sure you'll experience it sometime
Cause when you grow old
Everything seems cold
And new generation will arrive
Annotate
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It's not easy being a brony,
Both my parents and my friends don't understand...
They say ponies aren't for boys,
That I shouldn't buy these toys,
That I need to toughen up and be a man...
It's not easy being a brony,
but especially a brony who's a girl.
The attention's all on guys-
Why can no one realize
that there are Pegasisters all around the world!
I can't make it to the meetups-
or contribute brony art-
I'm straight but my family thinks I'm gay....
I'd buy shirts but I'm too cheap-
I'm seeing rainbows in my sleep-
And I can't pull off a Pinkie Pie cosplay!
Why can't I hug Fluttershy-?
'My Little Dashie' made me cry-
When will pony clothes come in my size?
I don't see what all the fuss is,
I just watch it for the plot!
Every week, I get trolled by Tara Strong...
All my feelings are conflicting
over Lyra/Bon-Bon shipping!
iTunes, y u no have any pony songs?!
I'll always love the show I choose,
despite the stories on Fox news.
I'm Twilightlicious,
And I love Derpy Hooves!
Life can be hard for a brony,
But our show's the very best you'll ever see!
And the world will soon discover
a great show that's like no other,
Join the herd! Watch M-L-P!
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Awoken Kid Version
04:42
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What cause have I to feel glad?
I've built my life on judgement and causing pain.
I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome.
Now everything that I've had
and everything I've known have been thrown away.
And with time I've come to find this isn't my home.
I've stroked the fire, seen more pain that you can know.
The tears of the broken have washed away my soul.
Pushed by desire to change the way my stream will flow,
now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control.
I try my best to block out the screams,
but they're haunting me in my dreams.
Please break my shackles,
I want it to stop.
I man these wretched machines.
Day in, day out, the grinding wears on my brain.
Undermining my sanity, making me question my reality.
But life is not as it seems.
Should I take a chance of freedom and throw it all down the drain?
I've been imprisoned, please burn my transgressions away.
I've stroked the fire, seen more pain that you can know.
The tears of the broken have washed away my soul.
Pushed by desire to change the way my stream will flow,
now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control.
I try my best to block out the screams,
but they're haunting me in my dreams.
Please break my shackles,
I want it to stop.
I've stroked the fire, seen more pain that you can know.
The tears of the broken have washed away my soul.
Pushed by desire to change the way my stream will flow,
now I've awoken, and I'm taking back control.
I'm sick of hurting, sick of thinking it's all I do.
I break those around me, those spared are very few.
But the bright sun is burning, and my sky shines ever blue.
Friendships surround me, I'm becoming a part of you.
I try my best to block out the screams,
but they're haunting me in my dreams.
Please break my shackles,
I want it to stop.
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September Kid Version
02:22
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Sister Hate Kid Version
02:29
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