Storyteller samplenMany 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...nnBlissnLook at the servants, In the quarters they low-laynThe next class up shouts orders they obeynWith every task fulfilled there's a mass they buildnTo escape their own reality and crash the guildsnOf the civil compassion that binds them all togethernThe servants, The peasants, The farmers, They're all the membersnOf the last line of defense But that eludes their graspnTurrets flourish in this empire of booze and cashnAnd Bliss and EsonStand there like Asterix and ObelixnWe ask this with sober lips and pass this to drover's kidsnCome and play beyond your own pasturenWhere the sheep graze without a master Oh and about your mothernNo need to ask her. I got the staffer leading us into the realmnWhere we breathe fertile trees, No weedsnHerbal ease feeds verbal theives, tampede and herd'll seizenWe move through every metropolisnBut when it all began we stood atop the Acropolis at dusknSurveyed the whole populous, Then usnIt's like Montagues to Capulets, We're on the move Attackin' itnWe wanna lose the advocates that wanna use and stash the wits of the massesnUnder a veil of woven fabrication, We had to reclaim the stolen magic statementsnEtched into stone tablets, A navigation system with it's own languagenWritten by the ancients before us, We thought the saints did ignore usnBut now we see where they painted the forestnnStoryteller samplenWe shall soon start on our long journeyFollow mennBlissnSo be at your doorstep when the clock strikes threenAnd when we arrive don't say a word in the hot night breezenJust take a hand and join the line stretching a mile longnEvery man Woman And child is now single-file strongnWe weave through the laneways, Past closed saloonsnBy the chalets Like ballet glows the moonnThere's nothing anyone can say within these village wallsnSo we sneak out the back gate, And now the privilege calls themnTo look over their shoulder Any context they seenTheir world in truth, Their king a beggar with leprosynIt decrepitly makes him sit in solitudenAs sorrow rules, No feast to feed him, He swallows gruelnHis skin like rotting wood The hollow fuelsnIn the wallowing pools where his words and molecules expand apartnDon't follow schoolsnBe the minnows like the willows in this wilderness of Apollo's jewelsnShattering the glass ceiling with a balloon of dreamin, KidsnThey say it's hot air but it's their cold gloom that's meaninglessnAnd finally, we see the trees by the edge of this new realm to enternSo allegiance we pledgenCome on people. There's so much grief to burnnYou'll blossom in these woods, So many leaves to turnnWe walk in the centre, Through the gate's eyesnFeel the one wise sunrise illuminate skies in a...nnDJ IzmnScratchingnMy lyrical wilderness [x4]nThe magic in that music [x3]nIt moves through mennEsoteriknIn this place, I can walk for daysnWithout my feet getting tirednAnd just in case all my thoughts are praisednI will keep this inspirednWhen the night sky's moonlit, The frontier travels onnFlying broomsticks, Hillside highlandersnGuide the bystanders past the waterfalls, Wishing-wells, BubblesnBlown by kids playing kiss-and-tellnThis is hell for those who can't imaginenWhen all you're really tryin' to do is start a fashionnSo we'll lead the masses down the passage to establishnThat the movement doesn't have to be massive to attract a passionnI can see it, picture-perfectly through a clean framenMy dream came rolling in on a rainbow-coloured steam-trainnThe way we look at the world needs changenAnd it's making me basically be shelternFor those in need of shadenI'm a whole damn book but someone read a pagenThey all had me mistook as anothernSimply 'cause you judge this book by it's covernWell I visualize the wilderness, to the bonenMy castle is crooked You never know who's at homenI knew a gnome who knew a hypnotistnHe showed me all the great tricks on how to be a true lyricistnHe'll have you cry a bucket of tears and make you sip the shitnPlay darts drunk to symbolise faith is hit-or-missnRough Rugged, And real ridiculousnSo in the hidden mist I'm known as mister conspicuousnPlus my love for writing of the powersnThat look out for me, my presence in your head is like flowersnOn a balcony It's beautiful and deepnUnusual and free for you to have and holdnGrab an old realization that you have a soulnSo as the twenty-first century marches, Open the gates to walk on the pasturesnWith kaleidoscope colours kept in a painter's palletnThe horses' hooves move the dustnWhen the ancients galloped upon Lord Of The Ring landscapesnAnd I welcome everyone, And kiss daughters, To king's handshakesn(Shh.)nnDJ IzmnScratchingnMy lyrical wilderness [x4] nnn(mihgt be a bit off, but it's hard to follow)