cringe I listen to

Beyond Her Garden Twenty Ten

Twenty Ten Moving on Ft. Amethyst Glittershine

just for personal listening, all songs by H8_Seed, i take no credit

H8 Seed Shoot the Messenger

ForeverPandering - P&SwG- Cherry Boy Rap Riot

RudeBrat FT Twenty ten's song called obsolete. All credit goes towards the creators.

Rudebrat (Feat. Twenty Ten) - Obsolete

H8 Seed - Petrified (ft. Mic The Microphone) (Extended Mix)

Lyra Heartstrings is best pony that has interest in humans!

Anthropology(Lyra's song) By AwkwardMarina(Remix By Yoka The Changeling)

Re-upped for the last time (WOW I FORGOT TO OPEN MEOLDYNE FOR THE RERENDER AND DIDN'T EVEN LISTEN TO THE TRACK BEFORE UPLOADING, AHUUUUR)

For this weeks toastbeard theme: "Best Pony"

You try your best but it's not quite there
You kick a hoof and say it's just not fair
A simple mare living simple dreams
A rumour that's not quite as it seems

Carrot top, go beyond us
You're a late star, time to fool us
keep your friends close, they're what drive you
To the cosmos that describes you

Brighter than tonights sunset
Can't mistake your silouette
Not a sound nor voice nearby
Your mane illuminates this gloomy sky 

Beyond Her Garden

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>

Download: <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?247sxrq4err7zae">http://www.mediafire.com/?247sxrq4err7zae</a>

[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

20% Cooler DJ Alex S.

Anyone for a rousing tune comprised of pony filled cartoons and club-like music? Didn't think so. But here's 20 Percent Cooler, a massive shout-out to something that's entertained me for quite some time. Thanks, Lauren. And a massive thanks to Siobhan for providing me with some SWAG artwork.
http://siobhanchiffon.tumblr.com/


Lyrics:
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

7 colors in your hair
Get your boots on dear 'cause we're going out there
Don't care bout the dress code
Put it on, let's go
Girls go wild 'cause we're going "al fresco"
Ha!
No need to perform
Hands on our bodies gonna keep our skills warm
We need social reform 'cause we're just so criminal
Linguist subliminal, damages minimal

Top percentile, largest fraction
Massive attraction, girl-on-girl action
Stop that, I'm gonna need a redaction
Drop that, you already got your reaction
Me? I'm gonna keep on smiling
You? You're gonna need restyling
I got the quote back
From the jeweler
You're getting 20 percent cooler

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

Shhhhhhhh
Reduce that treble
There's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my level
Like a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortar
Bump up and down cause I think you ought'a 
Place your hand on my thigh
Don't be coy, I can hear you sigh
Grinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pink
And in ten seconds flat you'll be back with a drink

Wooo!
Bring out the Bacardi
Twilight, Sparkle, up in the party
Tap that, like a phone in the cold war
Room on the third floor, knocking at my front door
Me? I'm kind of a rarity
You? Work that dexterity
Lean back now, here's what I meant
Getting cooler by 20 percent

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

20 Percent Cooler

Hora Hora~ 
Game of the year, all years, Monster Girl Quest (Monmusu Quest! Zenshou ~Makereba Youjo ni Okasareru~) provides an accurate portrayal of fighting for the greater good. I'll never lose because, if I do, the monster girls will violate me. And that's terrible. 
I have too much fun playing this NOT SAFE FOR WORK AT ALL game and I had too much fun making this song. Hope you enjoy it!  Special thanks to Nyanners and Ste (http://getvent.tumblr.com) for making all of this possible.

Lyrics:
Pick up my sword it's time to do business 
Strap on my cloak I'm 'bout to roll with this 
When you're this swag this world just bows at your knees 

Call me the chef cause I'll make your blood boil 
(Hora Hora) Gimme some of dat coil 
Snake oil 'cause you know I aim to please 

Tickle my fancy, tickle my prostate 
Don't get me off cause I'll just get irate 
Put in my place but I'll break out once again 

All these encounters may just leave me scarred 
And when I'm rock hard, I fucking rock hard 
Like Alice, we're down the rabbit hole my friend 

I don't give a damn, not an iota 
Motherfucker, I'm the Straightest Shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 

Lately I know I'm going so crazy 
Never thought goodness would be so hazy 
Once you wrap me up yeah you know I'm caught 

But sorry, baby, I just can't get with this 
Gotta get out and get back to business 
Tofu or Tail? Oh, it's food for thought 

I don't give a damn, not an iota 
Motherfucker, I'm the Straightest Shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 

We'll see the light of day again my dear 
Let's go on an adventure 
The heavens frown upon us on this day 
But I've still got my quota 
Motherfucker, I'm the straightest shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 
(Oooooo) 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail

Touch Fluffy Tail

Absolute Territory (or Zettai Ryouiki 絶対領域) details the area of the thigh between the skirt and the sock. It has been said that this mysterious and dangerous area is a magnet for one's gaze... 
Artwork by: Gashi-gashi (gashi45.tumblr.com)

Lyrics:
She's got a fetish for fine art 
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt 
She goes right to my heart 
She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt 

I get the feeling I'm in deep 
Troubled waters but they're only thigh-high 
This kind of girl don't get no sleep 
Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up 
Oh my my! 

Checkered pattern on your skirt 
I see you flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickening 
I can't resist the way you flirt 
I should be dead but my heartbeat's quickening 

I get the feeling less is more 
It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière 
That ratio; a perfect score 
A girl's status is measured by her denier 

Lie down baby 
Arch your back now 
Maybe you can help me get what I want 
Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine 
It's all about the game and what you flaunt 

Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you 
When you know that you're not teasing me 
She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory 

(You're so hotly contested, here's a tip 
You should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip) 

That's it, baby, take control 
You're so enticing, mesmerizing, don't know how to react 
You're gonna steal my very soul 
More manslaughter than the third impact 

I see you strutting in that pleat 
Double-taking, yeah I'm shaking and you know it shows 
This kind of girl just can't be beat 
She whispers in my ear 
Take off your clothes 

Lie down baby 
Arch your back now 
Maybe you can help me get what I want 
Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine 
It's all about the game and what you flaunt 

Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you 
When you know that you're not teasing me 
She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory

Absolute Territory

We are disgraced to live in these cages we call walls.
Art by Junkpuyo: http://junkpuyo.tumblr.com/

Lyrics:
Destroy apathy and hope 
Destroy everything you own 
Nihilistic tendencies within my bones 
You gotta break a few 
You gotta lose it all 

This fear
No, I'm not ashamed 
Giants tower over bodies charred and maimed 
Am I sick with a disease or am I sane 
You gotta start to run 
Before you learn to crawl 

My mind's a wreck 
They tell me everything will be okay 
Well, I wanna be the hunter not the hunted 
I wanna be the killer not the prey 

My heart can't take much more 
Constantly repeating every single beat I felt before 
Every single time I hit that wall 
Crystal bodies hold me tight 
As I fall into the night 
Just for a chance to see the light 

The beating of the drum 
That I heard so many times I became numb 
Are we constantly tormented just for fun 
We'll never understand 
The killer starting gun 

Hold your breath and plunge too deep 
My demons always had my soul to keep 
And I'm dying every time I fall asleep 
I wanna be reborn 
Instead of being done 

My mind's a wreck 
What use is believing if I can't pray 
I wanna be the hunter not the hunted 
I wanna live one more day 

Can't take much more 
Constantly repeating every single beat I felt before 
Every single time I hit that wall 
Crystal bodies hold me tight 
As I fall into the night 
Just for a chance to see the light 

Give me a chance to see the light 

Human disease 
I'm getting sick of it 
Fall to your knees 
Fake it till it washes all away

Hunter

Devil Trigger - Single

Devil Trigger

Initial D Night Of Fire

One Trick Pony JackleApp and Mic Original

Neverending Strife

Ken Blast - The Top

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.

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