Понидельник: Трудно быть пони the musical
Чудесная песня, случайно встреченная мною (спасибо сообществу broniesaremagic). Чем-то крайне зацепило даже без знания, о чём поётся.
[[текст (из описания видео)]] Verse 1:
I work the hardest when the sun is setting
I play the numbers but I keep forgetting
My broken heart, my beating chest
My blackened scars, my bated breath
My callus lungs, my empathy
My tired eyes, my hopes and dreams
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna heed my own advice
I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play
Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
Verse 2:
A marble counter and a plastic ghetto
A candy corset and a pink stiletto
My tangled mane, my tattered seams
My tiny thoughts, my reveries
My weathered veins, my hollow frame
My horoscope, my twisted fate!
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna heed my own advice
I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play
Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
Breakdown:
Hard Knocks felt worn as the 9-to-5 tea parties rolled on
dreamlike, everything tinted by the soft salmon horizon
guided by giant little invisible hands of fate
she prayed some far dreamer would take her away
[Am, Dm, C7, F, Am, Dm, C7, F]
[E, Am, Gm, F, E, Am, Gm, F]
Verse 3:
And when the doctor writes his last prescription
He'll shake his head to stave my sad addiction
My swollen neck, my second skin
My bloodied socks, my crooked chin
My wooden teeth, my splintered spine
My gauze, my pain, my god, my name
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna live my life alone
I don't wanna plead with my own shadow
Baby when the hard knock life is won
Do you think I'll stop forgetting?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
И в качестве бонуса - не новый ремикс на давно известную композицию. Для коллекции пусть будут
Исходник (с черновой аниматикой, которую автор уже год допиливает до окончательного варианта)
Ремикс (с офигенной картинкой, да)
[[текст]]
Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are!
Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car?
Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin
Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in?
Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves?
I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves...
Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care!
All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere!
Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John,
Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone?
Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? ;)
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Yeah, they've had a couple of fights,
Nobody's perfect you see,
Still I say I'm born with the rights
to study whatever I please!
I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs!
I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs!
Grab your camera, come on, zoom in!
'Cause your favorite mare's a human,
ME!
That is who I'll be!
Anthropology! shh.
Click to view[[текст (из описания видео)]] Verse 1:
I work the hardest when the sun is setting
I play the numbers but I keep forgetting
My broken heart, my beating chest
My blackened scars, my bated breath
My callus lungs, my empathy
My tired eyes, my hopes and dreams
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna heed my own advice
I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play
Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
Verse 2:
A marble counter and a plastic ghetto
A candy corset and a pink stiletto
My tangled mane, my tattered seams
My tiny thoughts, my reveries
My weathered veins, my hollow frame
My horoscope, my twisted fate!
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna heed my own advice
I don't wanna feed my desperation
Even when the dirges start to play
Maybe I'll enjoy the silence
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
Breakdown:
Hard Knocks felt worn as the 9-to-5 tea parties rolled on
dreamlike, everything tinted by the soft salmon horizon
guided by giant little invisible hands of fate
she prayed some far dreamer would take her away
[Am, Dm, C7, F, Am, Dm, C7, F]
[E, Am, Gm, F, E, Am, Gm, F]
Verse 3:
And when the doctor writes his last prescription
He'll shake his head to stave my sad addiction
My swollen neck, my second skin
My bloodied socks, my crooked chin
My wooden teeth, my splintered spine
My gauze, my pain, my god, my name
[Am, Dm, G, C, F, E, C7, E7]
Chorus:
I don't want to work myself to death
I don't want to break your concentration
Can I ever learn to love myself?
Will I ever cure my loneliness?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
I don't wanna live my life alone
I don't wanna plead with my own shadow
Baby when the hard knock life is won
Do you think I'll stop forgetting?
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
[Am, G, C, E, F, F#dim, G, E]
И в качестве бонуса - не новый ремикс на давно известную композицию. Для коллекции пусть будут
Исходник (с черновой аниматикой, которую автор уже год допиливает до окончательного варианта)
Ремикс (с офигенной картинкой, да)
[[текст]]
Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are!
Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car?
Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin
Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in?
Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology
It's a mystery, anthropology!
Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves?
I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves...
Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care!
All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere!
Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John,
Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone?
Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? ;)
It's so real to me, anthropology!
Yeah, they've had a couple of fights,
Nobody's perfect you see,
Still I say I'm born with the rights
to study whatever I please!
I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs!
I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs!
Grab your camera, come on, zoom in!
'Cause your favorite mare's a human,
ME!
That is who I'll be!
Anthropology! shh.