recorded December 21st to December 30th, 2020

https://somasis.bandcamp.com/album/dashy-hearths-warming-eve

original song by SoGreatandPowerful

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a cover of SoGreatandPowerful - Dashy / Hearth's Warming Eve. think of it as the night mode version of it.

i've wanted to cover an sgap song for years, but they always seemed a bit immaculate to me, as if they were untouchable. I think however, a fitting way to try and start this unsure year ahead is to confront some big obstacle in front of you.

the year increments and so does our distance in time from when this all started, but that doesn't mean we can't at least sing to remember the songs we've been humming for years, the friends we've made, and the memories we have. and next year, hopefully, we can sing them all over again, and we can get back to seeing friends and making new memories all over again.



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Dashy you're so wrong,
for a cloud of dust.
the hands of a clock
recall the flight we took to abscond.

Dashy you're so strong,
so take your time.
the Wonderbolts will wait for you
to cross the redline.

destiny is strange, isn't it?
it's 1982 and you're still alone, girl.
just take my hoof, my little pony girl.

Dashy takes a fall;
it shakes her bones,
fixed upon the wings we made
from wax museums.

Dashy sings my song
at breathless speeds.
become the thing your dreaming mind reminds you daily.

destiny is strange, isn't it?
it's 2021 and you're still alone, girl.
just take my hoof,
my little pony girl.

rosy eyed...
hello, rosy-eyed girl with the rainbow mane, azure coat.
rosy eyed...
ethos both abode and airy territory.

the earth is round;
there is no up or down.
to wander endlessly forward...
stake a territory...
stake a territory!

lines of escape we make...
organs of capture call us home,
these fuzzy,
uncountably infinite sets of holes!
stake a territory!
they found a place to share,
to raise the day,
and light the night.
a mare without a map,
but it's still alright!

[spoken]
yeah, every age has its own poetry.
every stage, circumstantial of history.
every page, words shrouded in mystery: memento mori, crowning glory, so says the story.
choose a nation, a god, a race, a class to shake.
take up the torch for the world that we make.
must be of the heart, expressed or transcended.
together not apart, in love, here we are.
amor fati.

last year we found each other,
so put our hooves together,
and wrap me with your feathers
to make it through this winter.