Yelling At Cats - Back In The Day (of Ponyville) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Let's go back to a time where things were grooving
And moving and the fine music was soothing
You could listen to sick funk and get Berry Punch drunk
Before our IQ shrunk; before hip-hop had sunk

Before these kids completely sold out
Before getting bits was what it's about
Before the fable of record labels killed
The industry with greed that it instilled

Now Ponyville was a chill little place
In the 80's you couldn't even drop the bass!
But now these foals enable hateful appraisal
Just cause I'm a unicorn y'all are gonna get racial?

You silly filly, hush up before
I get willy nilly - kick your flank out the door
Like a Cupcakes scene, it'll be a little bit tragic
When you see THIS unicorn pull some lyrical magic!

And I'm so ticked off, so there's not much to say
Cause Celestia raised the damn taxes today
And for some reason, I feel nothing but doubt
Cause I'm not even sure if my album's coming out!

I'm stressing, nothing short of depressing
I have to keep messing to keep these kids guessing
It's testing me, and all I have to say
Is that music ain't as good as back in the day

Fame never made the game
Cause this music all sounds the same
Insane with nothing to gain
And I don't really know who or what to blame

And I think we can tell
That our music ain't doing so well
Hell, I really don't care what you say
You never ever hear songs like back in the day

I can still remember the first song I made
And displayed when I was freaking afraid
But I stayed and was told it was in the queue
Fast forward three months: I still do this for all of you

I don't know why so many bronies don't care
About the other rappers starting out, out there
Sickness is a dick, and Temporal Walker's a stalker
And Pipsqueak's a tree and thirteen - what a shocker!

I want them famous. It just feels so bad
They don't have the damn opportunities I had
I'll pick 'em up and nurse their careers to good heatlh
And get them up here even if I have to do it myself

It's sad, I'm mad that we've degraded this far
Now everypony and their mom wants to be a superstar
They know who they are and freaking forsake
That it isn't about fame, it's the music you make!

People just hate and alienate the fact
That the great music we had came with original tracks
The absolute magic that music had gave
Now even Starswirl The Bearded is rolling in his grave! [Damn kids!]

We need music with emotion like Octavia's passion
We need music with style like Rarity's fashion
I plead that we need songs without greed
We need music that spreads nothing but compassion

Fame never made the game
Cause this music all sounds the same
Insane with nothing to gain
And I don't really know who or what to blame

And I think we can tell
That our music ain't doing so well
Hell, I really don't care what you say
You never ever hear songs like back in the day

[SOLO]

Fame never made the game
Cause this music all sounds the same
Insane with nothing to gain
And I don't really know who or what to blame

And I think we can tell
That our music ain't doing so well
Hell, I really don't care what you say
You never ever hear songs like back in the day

(And) Fame never made the game
Cause this music all sounds the same
Insane with nothing to gain
And I don't really know who or what to blame

And I think we can tell
That our music ain't doing so well
Hell, I really don't care what you say
You never ever hear songs like back in the day