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The Morning After
track two of Forever Broken
Pinkie has killed rainbow dash, and the following morning (and weeks), she manages to get away with it…except twilight is suspicious.
Act I: Awakening
Scene I: Let’s Begin
Here’s a story for your to hear
Of pony pain, and utter fear
Happiness is absent hereScene II: Ponyville: All Is Normal
Welcome to our little town!
The stories here are never down.
The happiness floats all around,
And little could go…
If anything, reblog THIS. It LITERALLY HURT ME to make it.
Reblogging this again.
ow.
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Oh god a short song? what have I done?
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oh god what am I doing?
“The Morning After”
For my song “Ghosts”
I decided i didn’t mind the overdriven, gravelly voice of the verse (since i’d probably make it harsh anyway), and my mixing is usually shit anyway, so people can kiss my ass about the levels. I’m planning on rerecording it in the studio anyway, so i’m just gonna list it as a demo.
But i need art to go with it on youtube. anyone willing to whip something up? The song/lyrics are in the previous post
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Demo. Figured I’d post it here, since i’m not sure what to do with it.
Also, I’m sick, so excuse the vocals.
LYRICS:
Another murder today, it happened just across the street
A man who’d beat his wife till morning come, the sun went down, repeat
Until one day she had enough, then grabbed his gun and shot him down
The cops showed up and held her back - too late, he’s bloody, on the ground
It’s things like these which heat my blood and make me clench my fists in rage
How they would let this shit go buy, then lock the battered in a cage
The evils of society are there the farther you descend
It seems this happens every day, there’s no reprieve; it never ends
We are the ghosts of days gone by
The wretched souls that lost their lives
The men and women forced to see
Just how dark life can really be
Another suicide today, a man just couldn’t take the stress
Weighed down by bills he couldn’t pay - collectors held him in duress
Nobody tried to help him up, so farther down he sank away
Immersed withing the facts of life - a quagmire where he’ll now decay
It’s things like these which piss me off, how no one stood there by his side
The signs were there, but no one cared, and so he downed his cyanide
But we’ll forget about his pain, there’s no way we could comprehend
It seems this happens every day, there’s no reprieve; it never ends
We are the ghosts of days gone by
The wretched souls that lost their lives
The men and women forced to see
Just how dark life can really be
We are the ghosts of days gone by
The wretched souls that lost their lives
The men and women forced to see
Just how dark life can really be