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letra de manehattan nights (steryotype remix) - ditherer

[verse]
night train- the stars might reign
over the earth, but street lamps make the light wane
coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves
seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay
vanishing point, rarity gone, and coco now could stand to avoid
staring at walls, she turns away, gladly employed
where it’s involved in her heart’s another matter
the advantage of choice can perish and fall, comparisons all
heads home, roaming the streets
at night, nothing stays open, but nopony sleeps
penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces
these washouts never fly, only haunt bas-m-nts
she used to be one, guppy to a shark
swimmin’ out her first laps in the bustle of the stars
used to want an outlet, she’s out hummin’ in the park
now she’s got one, she’s been long-sufferin’ for sparks (steryo)
somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillybabs
world-wise mom’s keepin’ up with some filthy hab’s
focus on the friends that she really has
not the bullies, thinkin’ “just ignore it, man, you’ll feel it pass”
heal it back- did it work yet?
not one for casual solution, she prefers sweat
but stone-wise, there isn’t one around to get the birds met
living low to damp the possibility of worse threats
down numbered and impersonal streets
there’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree
apartment too big, a table with an empty seat
once upon a time, a couple could accept a niece, gently weep
years on still the two ain’t acting right
known to others some true manehattanites
paper on the table, but the news ain’t black and white
auntie orange thinking that it’s suitcase packin’ time
nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins
and tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges
raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foragin’
only to find that they’re still in the rabble with storage spent
so out here, ponies lead lives of quiet desperations
on long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips
they hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence
but the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious
and outside, the city’s split to sections of trotters
some bridgeside, thinkin’ hard of testing the waters
looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels
out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble
sven still combing through the streets, light fl!ckering
searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering
forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering
out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering
she’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore
dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward
hi birds, in the long haul for pain
she’s been getting so high, the stars fall from grace
the moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse
cast the pale white light onto sapphire shores
anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love
street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphureous
high up’s not a haze you can fly through
and still, miss songbird sees a cage in her eye-view
soft serenade helps to gloss over life-truths
oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues- kind muse
far away in the starry haze of the synth notes
is coloratura, still far away from the windows
dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws
a lady learns not every change gets a round of applause
clouding her eyes ’cause she might’ve made it, all’s the pity
now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty
from humanities to workers to ponies on committees
it’s thousands of lives separated by a common city
[outro]
what the h-ll was that?
who does this get think he is? bruce lee?
hey!

- ditherer

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