Octavia
Marcus Warner Lyrics
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Black map Figurines in dusty frames Day becomes ghostly white And not …
Bruce Dickinson I'm vacuum breathing and open-mouthed As the red shift fills…
Jamila Woods Don't ever let a textbook scare you You the missing piece,…
Nill Nós falamos essa tarde sobre roupas Ôh ah, ôh ah, Ôh…
niLL - Topic Nós falamos essa tarde sobre roupas Ôh ah, ôh ah, Ôh…
Skunkworks I'm vacuum breathing and open-mouthed As the red shift fill…
Tom Rosenthal I'd ask you to be in my radioplane but there's one small…
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Land of Equestria We will sing together And the mountains will hear our call; …
Telescope If I could use a telescope Would I see a brighter…
The Calling The sun is brighter every day Wider eyes to see The world…
The Highlands Stay, in my shelter Beneath, a bed of stone Though tides, pu…
The World is Beautiful We'll spend our days In the warmth of the sun As life…
These Shores Breathing in the air for the hell of it Holding onto…
You When you're fading in the daylight, I could take you; I…
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GMJ
Miss Octavia Melody stands tall at center stage, the eyes and ears of Canterlot's sold out Grand Opera House trained solely on her - all of them waiting with baited breath for that first note to jump from her cello. Silence reigns a moment longer, and just when the anticipation reaches its peak, she lifts the bow and places it to the strings. The performance begins.
The first notes flow out like slow rolling waves. It is a familiar beginning; a bit of nostalgia to warm the heart and reawaken an old bond with the audience. But then the piece changes about thirty seconds in, and for the next five minutes the gates of audio heaven open up to the world.
It is new, yet still familiar. Enhanced in the most wondrous of ways, yet it demands to be heard, to be reveled in. And revel they do. Every creature sits stunned by the beauty of it all. Every high rings like the bells of Elysium, every low a sonorous clap of thunder.
Hearts race, emotions soar, imaginations become utterly lost in the most gorgeous of trances as this lone mare wraps their very souls around her hoof one glorious note at a time. Her svelte but demure black dress sways with her slight movements, causing her silken mane to flow around her as if caught in a gentle spring breeze. Her deep mulberry eyes gain an almost ephemeral glow in the stage light, as if the music she was creating was a magic all its own. Even the princesses, witnesses to art and music from across the ages, sit as still as Canterlot Mountain itself, every fiber of their beings thoroughly taken by the mare before them. The last notes roll through the air, and for a few precious moments, all is silent. Then the entire room erupts in thunderous applause. Flowers and hats fly up onto the stage, an ultimate show of respect and gratitude for such a magnificent performance.
"Beautiful beyond words!" cry the local papers the next day. "More angelic than even the song of the Eternal Herd," scream the critics, even the stingiest of whom are left with nothing but effusive praise for the performance they just witnessed.
Yet for Octavia Melody, Trottingham native, first chair cellist, and musical prodigy turned living legend, it is simply another performance well done. And with the new dawn, she will take up her bow once more and begin crafting her next masterpiece.
GMJ
Miss Octavia Melody stands tall at center stage, the eyes and ears of Canterlot's sold out Grand Opera House trained solely on her - all of them waiting with baited breath for that first note to jump from her cello. Silence reigns a moment longer, and just when the anticipation reaches its peak, she lifts the bow and places it to the strings. The performance begins.
The first notes flow out like slow rolling waves. It is a familiar beginning; a bit of nostalgia to warm the heart and reawaken an old bond with the audience. But then the piece changes about thirty seconds in, and for the next five minutes the gates of audio heaven open up to the world.
It is new, yet still familiar. Enhanced in the most wondrous of ways, yet it demands to be heard, to be reveled in. And revel they do. Every creature sits stunned by the beauty of it all. Every high rings like the bells of Elysium, every low a sonorous clap of thunder.
Hearts race, emotions soar, imaginations become utterly lost in the most gorgeous of trances as this lone mare wraps their very souls around her hoof one glorious note at a time. Her svelte but demure black dress sways with her slight movements, causing her silken mane to flow around her as if caught in a gentle spring breeze. Her deep mulberry eyes gain an almost ephemeral glow in the stage light, as if the music she was creating was a magic all its own. Even the princesses, witnesses to art and music from across the ages, sit as still as Canterlot Mountain itself, every fiber of their beings thoroughly taken by the mare before them. The last notes roll through the air, and for a few precious moments, all is silent. Then the entire room erupts in thunderous applause. Flowers and hats fly up onto the stage, an ultimate show of respect and gratitude for such a magnificent performance.
"Beautiful beyond words!" cry the local papers the next day. "More angelic than even the song of the Eternal Herd," scream the critics, even the stingiest of whom are left with nothing but effusive praise for the performance they just witnessed.
Yet for Octavia Melody, Trottingham native, first chair cellist, and musical prodigy turned living legend, it is simply another performance well done. And with the new dawn, she will take up her bow once more and begin crafting her next masterpiece.
SAMUEL ANTONIO SANCHEZ RODRIGUEZ
Whoa… you really made me imagine the story…. You are good.
Curly Haired Rogue
Gonna be honest, at first, I thought nothing could out-do your first rendition of this. Then I listened to the new one, and I don’t think I’ll ever go back.
The Cello sounds so smooth and organic in this one, and although I still love the old bridge, I’ve come to love the new one even more.
Suffice to say... I guess I’m just blown away just how much you’ve refined your craft, to the point where the stuff I thought was the pinnacle of your career is looking like a mere foothill before the mountain.
Thanks again Marcus. I’ll be listening to this one until I see fit to cease. (Which won’t be for a long while.)
LasairNova
The original was the first song of yours I ever heard, it is wonderful to hear it in such an amazing remake
Faith Lee
It was the first song for me too 😆
David Ramirez
"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them."
Octavia was the very first song that I have heard from the brony fandom and from you, I remember the simplicity and the feeling of it, it was magnificent. Thank you for reimagining a brilliantly made song, and thank you for the artistic brilliance that you have shared to all of us and I cant wait to see more but for now, take a break you earned it
Poqqery
By far and away my favourite of the album alongside Friendship is Magic. That cello is perfectly polished and exquisitely commandeered.
Pure magic on a good pair of headphones!
Ning XiaoXi
yeessss i agreed with u
Poqqery
@GMJI know it's kind of the "go-to" Audio-Technica, but it's a black-and-blue M50x (weirdly enough, the special edition was cheaper than the standard black at the time). A little treble and bass-heavy at times, but that's what the equalizer's for; it flattens the majority of the sound signature to give a nice neutral sound, since that's what I'm used to from my old cans.
I was considering the Sennheiser HD line, but the need for an amp to give them enough juice made me hold off. I might look into them in the future.
GMJ
@Poqqery which pair are you rocking?