Rock Farm


                                            https://pomf2.lain.la/f/5aosa2bn.mp3

                                            LP: Hey, come on, get up, slowpoke! I'm not paying you to snooze around all day. Come on, up and at 'em!)

                                            TX: Five more minutes…


                                            (I even had to take a job on a rock farm just to earn a living)


                                            Come one come all, come witness the great

                                            Chipper of rocks, that's how I get my wage, you don't dally, complain

                                            Soon the sun'll be high, and it'll burn your back

                                            Grab your hoof loupe

                                            (Those stones don't roll themselves!)

                                            grab your pickaxe


                                            Damn, I always knew I'd be a star

                                            That magic act of yours got you so far

                                            So far away from home, that's me

                                            Rock soup for Trixie


                                            LP: Hey, get on your hooves. The winds have shifted, we gotta get these quartz seeds over to the west field before lunch break.

                                            TX: Trixie's hooves hurt…

                                            LP: It's your first week. You'll get used to it, long as you don't quit.


                                            Can't go to town, 'cause you don't know what the chance is

                                            My bag of bits won't hide me from wary glances

                                            How many days can a pony lay low

                                            How far away, how long 'til Miss Limestone knows

                                            And I'll be on the road again, not even with a cart

                                            That's how I live, my part's apart


                                            Damn, for now I'll have these days so long

                                            Out here to think about what I did wrong

                                            To the rhythm of the earth leylines

                                            Dreaming of basalt, garnet, rhyolite


                                            LP: Never mind, it was just a flare-up. We have to move the quartz seeds back to the east field.

                                            TX: But… but Trixie just finished-

                                            LP: Less talking, more working. Hop to it!


                                            Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock farm! Rock!


                                            Though my hooves are covered in dust and silt

                                            I work 'til the horizon is dusk lit, gilt

                                            Upon these stones is where my world is built,

                                            Where one flower blooms, I guess another will wilt

                                            I wonder if they know where I got to

                                            Great and powerful who? Just say that's not you

                                            Ain't got no bed in an inn with hot food,

                                            just contemplating on a cold bowl of rock soup

                                            So drink it down, and one day you might have enough to skip town

                                            Things will come around

                                            Then we'll see, if she's still the G&PT

                                            The winds are carrying up the sand to twilight sky

                                            And for this show, it's live me or die

                                            If the granite doesn't get you, the chalcedony will

                                            Put this on the bill--by the time I get to Ponyville


                                            (...to my shop. Something powerful…)

                                            (...the Alicorn Amulet is one of the most mysterious…)

                                            (...I'm afraid this is far…)