how the actual hell did i hear this with a eddsworld animation?

HAHAHHSB JOEY JOEYYEYE JOE MAMA

The Babysitter’s a Vampire

caprihina (speed up)

Pinkie's Brew - Sherclop Pones

vending machine of love

Virus Alert - weird al ( sped up / nightcore )

Pinkie pie gypsy bard

MC MENTAL AT HIS BEST

Snart kommer min svärfar Harta, han får inte komma in för ja tänker sitta innanför dörren och bajsrunka runka, nej han får inte komma in och störa mitt i mitt bajrunkande! Det ska slitas, det ska dras, samtidigt som jag lägger en hög på mattan precis innanför dörren, så kom inte in, kom inte in om du är kräsmagad, det vet jag att du inte är så slå dig ner och börja bajsrunka du också, nu sitter jag och min svärfar på mattan och bajsrunkar ikapp, runka, runka, vi sitter på dörr mattan och bajsrunkar ikapp weehoo bajsrunka bajsrunka, runketi runka runk runk, jag har köpt världens finaste stövelknäkt som vi ska sitta brevid och bajsrunka slita rycka rycka i kukarna hahaha bajsrunka

Snart kommer min svärfar

The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres.  What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you’ve ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who’s releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label. 

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day’s since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

“We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there,” says Day, who produced the album himself. “So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn’t really sound like it, because it’s so analog-sounding.” Day also points out that “there’s not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones.”

Day’s amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed (“Hoarders”) and our overmedicated society (“Meds”), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There’s an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation. 



Forrest Day - Sleepwalk

Guest Lyrics+Vocals by Mic The Microphone: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MicTheMicrophoneZero" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/user/MicTheMicrophoneZero</a>

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[Mic]
Yeah. Watchu know 'bout Nightmare Night, son?!

Welcome Fillies and Gentlecolts; No reason to scream
Your favorite Princess is back; She's walkin' up on the scene
She has been stuck on the moon, but that's no reason to fret
She's not a Nightmare no more, so buckle down and get set
She's comin'; Gracin' her subjects. She ain't leavin' no choice
She's gonna blow you all back with her Equestrian Voice
So cover all of your fears and stowe away all your fright
The Lunar Princess is back; to bring the Nightmares Tonight

[Glaze]
She's living in the past
so you won't last
Without the proper care

With a royal farewell
And an animate spell
You won't have long to prepare

[Mic]
Now little fillies, this is Nightmare Night
Your ruler Nightmare Moon is back to come and fill you with fright
So Hurry
Now get your goodies and fill up all your bags
And go and leave a candy offering for that big ol' hag
Get runnin'
And pray above that she's not coming back
To come and take away your soul and eat you up for a snack
So run away and go hide; just keep your head out of sight
The darkness is rising again cause this is Nightmare Night

[Glaze]
She's living in the past
so you won't last
Without the proper care

With a royal farewell
And an animate spell
You won't have long to prepare

Nightmare Night

was not on soundcloud so I did the world a favor and uploaded it :)

Camping In Alaska - I Just Want To Kickflip Into The Sunset And Disappear

Gypsy Bard

nouns - conch

Lyrics:
I'll cook up a solution with the knowledge I've accrued
They say a kitch-en time saves nine, but I'm just saving two!
I've gathered the ingredients to make some time sorbet
There's hardly room for seconds when the seconds melt away!

Watch as I work my gypsy magic
Eye of a newt and cinnamon
Watch as the matter turns to batter
open the portal, jump in!

Crude stew, do you fear it Apple Bloom?
Sometimes life is not a cake walk, served up on a silver spoon

Toss a fig and,
save the date and,

bread and butter, chant and mutter,
marination, incantation,
chocolate icing, timeline splicing,
yeast is rising, rectifying

Pinkie if you're hearing this it means we're dead and gone
Please don't bake a portal; just accept it and move on
My cauldron is preheated and I've got you in my thrall
Let's beat these yolks and save my folks by baking the fourth wall!

Watch as I work my gypsy magic
Seapony tears and provolone
God help the outcast with her witchcraft
Someday I'm gonna go home

Someday I'm gonna go home

PinkiesBrew

Lyrics:

When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song

When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in"
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle jangle
Of my gypsy tambourine

'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me

The gypsy bard

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.

Anthropology Lyra's Song

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i like to spam comments and get sillyyy

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