Storyteller sample   Many ages ago, when this ancient planet was not quite so ancient, far off in the east, it was the time of Middle-Earth, beyond the Misty Mountains and the Dark Forest, there you will find...      Bliss   Look at the servants, In the quarters they low-lay   The next class up shouts orders they obey   With every task fulfilled there's a mass they build   To escape their own reality and crash the guilds   Of the civil compassion that binds them all together   The servants, The peasants, The farmers, They're all the members   Of the last line of defense But that eludes their grasp   Turrets flourish in this empire of booze and cash   And Bliss and Eso   Stand there like Asterix and Obelix   We ask this with sober lips and pass this to drover's kids   Come and play beyond your own pasture   Where the sheep graze without a master Oh and about your mother   No need to ask her. I got the staffer leading us into the realm   Where we breathe fertile trees, No weeds   Herbal ease feeds verbal theives, tampede and herd'll seize   We move through every metropolis   But when it all began we stood atop the Acropolis at dusk   Surveyed the whole populous, Then us   It's like Montagues to Capulets, We're on the move Attackin' it   We wanna lose the advocates that wanna use and stash the wits of the masses   Under a veil of woven fabrication, We had to reclaim the stolen magic statements   Etched into stone tablets, A navigation system with it's own language   Written by the ancients before us, We thought the saints did ignore us   But now we see where they painted the forest      Storyteller sample   We shall soon start on our long journeyFollow me      Bliss   So be at your doorstep when the clock strikes three   And when we arrive don't say a word in the hot night breeze   Just take a hand and join the line stretching a mile long   Every man Woman And child is now single-file strong   We weave through the laneways, Past closed saloons   By the chalets Like ballet glows the moon   There's nothing anyone can say within these village walls   So we sneak out the back gate, And now the privilege calls them   To look over their shoulder Any context they see   Their world in truth, Their king a beggar with leprosy   It decrepitly makes him sit in solitude   As sorrow rules, No feast to feed him, He swallows gruel   His skin like rotting wood The hollow fuels   In the wallowing pools where his words and molecules expand apart   Don't follow schools   Be the minnows like the willows in this wilderness of Apollo's jewels   Shattering the glass ceiling with a balloon of dreamin, Kids   They say it's hot air but it's their cold gloom that's meaningless   And finally, we see the trees by the edge of this new realm to enter   So allegiance we pledge   Come on people. There's so much grief to burn   You'll blossom in these woods, So many leaves to turn   We walk in the centre, Through the gate's eyes   Feel the one wise sunrise illuminate skies in a...      DJ Izm   Scratching   My lyrical wilderness [x4]   The magic in that music [x3]   It moves through me      Esoterik   In this place, I can walk for days   Without my feet getting tired   And just in case all my thoughts are praised   I will keep this inspired   When the night sky's moonlit, The frontier travels on   Flying broomsticks, Hillside highlanders   Guide the bystanders past the waterfalls, Wishing-wells, Bubbles   Blown by kids playing kiss-and-tell   This is hell for those who can't imagine   When all you're really tryin' to do is start a fashion   So we'll lead the masses down the passage to establish   That the movement doesn't have to be massive to attract a passion   I can see it, picture-perfectly through a clean frame   My dream came rolling in on a rainbow-coloured steam-train   The way we look at the world needs change   And it's making me basically be shelter   For those in need of shade   I'm a whole damn book but someone read a page   They all had me mistook as another   Simply 'cause you judge this book by it's cover   Well I visualize the wilderness, to the bone   My castle is crooked You never know who's at home   I knew a gnome who knew a hypnotist   He showed me all the great tricks on how to be a true lyricist   He'll have you cry a bucket of tears and make you sip the shit   Play darts drunk to symbolise faith is hit-or-miss   Rough Rugged, And real ridiculous   So in the hidden mist I'm known as mister conspicuous   Plus my love for writing of the powers   That look out for me, my presence in your head is like flowers   On a balcony It's beautiful and deep   Unusual and free for you to have and hold   Grab an old realization that you have a soul   So as the twenty-first century marches, Open the gates to walk on the pastures   With kaleidoscope colours kept in a painter's pallet   The horses' hooves move the dust   When the ancients galloped upon Lord Of The Ring landscapes   And I welcome everyone, And kiss daughters, To king's handshakes   (Shh.)      DJ Izm   Scratching   My lyrical wilderness [x4]          (mihgt be a bit off, but it's hard to follow)