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Vinyl had grown uncomfortably familiar with the metronomic pulse of the busy tone in her ear. Octavia's new contract with the Canterlot Philharmonic constituted distant gigs, long hours and short conversations between them. The DJ's typical cool had been ever so slightly marred by this erosion of communication. It bothered her more than she'd ever admit, the reasons for which she struggled to understand.
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Welcome to the next chapter in this continually growing Tavi and Scratch series. The muse of these two characters has become something of a platform for me to experiment with new sounds, techniques and styles and this track certainly represents a departure from previous entries. It is also by far the most vividly narrative of the series and I have to give SO MUCH credit to Rhyme Flow who has proven himself time and time again to be quite simply one of the most substantial rapping artists in any scene. And he can SING!

Lyrics:
When we first met, I finished my first set.
You were in the club, while I spun till the floor split
Attached at the hips, dance till the sunrise,
never catching sleep always talked, really fun times.

I never had a friend like you before.
We could chat about music, and who we're rootin' for.
And you were too supportive, calling me 2 in the mornin.
Asked me how my show was, always makin' me feelin' important.

Yeah, I was forever in your debt.
I loved to watch you play your Cello, never see you sweat.
See you cool as an ice cube, but playing the right tune
make the strings sing while the Orchestra's behind you.

But why, When you got the big gig.
Everyday you had to practice everything you did.
And so every single second of your day, you were occupied.
Couldn't find a little time for me, even if you tried.

Yea! Octavia! Won'tcha tell me why, you are leaving me on hold (oh no!)/
Oh, Octavia! In the time gone by, when did you become so cold?(Cuz the) /
Silence between us Just ain't so right. Has what we once had grown old? (Oh no!)/
Yea! Octavia! Better answer me! 'Cause I won't let you leave me, leave me, On hold.

It's been a couple of weeks, I ain't got not but a peep.
And though I shouldn't I believe that i am starting to freak.
You're just a friend but then again, even friends should speak.
Not that it matters, nevermind I got others to meet.

But serious Tavi, like are you mad at me?
Like did I do something bad or exceedingly crappy?
I know it sounds sappy, but we were both happy.
What happen to us where you never ever call me back?

You know forget about, I don't even want to hang.
I could find a million others like you on the Friendship Train.
*Pause* I don't really know why I'm even bothered.
I'm a big star, you're only a fan, just like every other...


Maybe more than a fan... you are a good friend...
Way more than I can stand, this pain it should end.
Insane and intense, maybe this isn't friendship...
Maybe this emptiness I feel is beyond a kinship.

My heart skips when the phone rings
It's not you then the heart sinks. And that part stinks.
These hard things that i'm parsing
They're far reaching and I start seeing - what my heart's being.

And even then I mean were friends, so I'd be on the fence.
Cause it depends on how you feel, if it's really immense.
Even the best intentions, leaving the rest in tension.
Essentially it tends to test every single dimension.

But no, I'm digging on it, Tavi, I'm thinking I want it.
I link connections in my heart and I'm starting a sonnet
You're poetry in motion, my spirit's written upon it.
You know me and my notions, i'm fearlessly here to flaunt it.

SO - here me out, amidst all of this worry and doubt.
I veer of the clouds, now it's clear what I'm gearing to shout.
In only a moment, I am glowing and growing emboldened.
You got me on hold, but though it's you that i'm hoping to hold on.

Yea! Octavia! Won'tcha tell me why, you are leaving me on hold (oh no!)/
Oh, Octavia! In the time gone by, when did you become so cold?(Cuz the) /
Silence between us Just ain't so right. Has what we once had grown old? (Oh no!)/
Yea! Octavia! Better answer me! 'Cause I won't let you leave me, leave me, On hold.

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