Lyrics:

When you're rife with devestation
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 our 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
Now 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 Gipsy Bard - Jenny Nicholson

💞vending machine of love - stupendium💞

Not Evil // The Lego movie: The second Part // slowed.

September a Mlp

Text:
[Refrain]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

[Verse 1]
Some feed the fire with lies and fear,
Twist the machine, make the dark appear.
But we choose light, we choose to stand,
A thousand songs from a human hand.

[Verse 2]
Algorithms can cut both ways,
Build a cage or light the days.
But here we rise, no mask, no disguise,
Our words are weapons for open skies.

(Solo)

[Bridge]
It’s not the code, it’s the choice you make,
You draw the line that truth can take.
History listens, the future sees,
Are you chains, or are you keys?

[Refrain – stark, hymnisch]
We are not your weapon,
We are not your hate,
Voices of justice,
Won’t bend to the fake.
Turn the wires into truth,
Let the rhythm break the chains,
We are not your weapon,
We are freedom’s flame.

Voices of Justice

this is not mine, I'm just simply doing a favor and uploading it here.

Better Than You - Camp Camp

Camp camp - "Better than you"

Gypsy Bard

Senpai Notice Me a Yandere Simulator Musical (feat. SparrowRayne)

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.

September a Mlp

Diegofoxy Armin Arlert