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... Look at the servants, In the quarters they low-lay The next class up shouts orders they obey With every task fulfilled theres 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, Theyre 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 drovers 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 herdll seize We move through every metropolis But when it all began we stood atop the Acropolis at dusk Surveyed the whole populous, Then us Its like Montagues to Capulets, Were 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 its own language Written by the ancients before us, We thought the saints did ignore us But now we see where they painted the forest We shall soon start on our long journeyFollow me So be at your doorstep when the clock strikes three And when we arrive dont 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 Theres 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 Dont follow schools Be the minnows like the willows in this wilderness of Apollos jewels Shattering the glass ceiling with a balloon of dreamin, Kids They say its hot air but its their cold gloom thats meaningless And finally, we see the trees by the edge of this new realm to enter So allegiance we pledge Come on people. Theres so much grief to burn Youll blossom in these woods, So many leaves to turn We walk in the centre, Through the gates eyes Feel the one wise sunrise illuminate skies in a... Scratching My lyrical wilderness [x4] The magic in that music [x3] It moves through me 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 skys 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 cant imagine When all youre really tryin to do is start a fashion So well lead the masses down the passage to establish That the movement doesnt 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 its making me basically be shelter For those in need of shade Im a whole damn book but someone read a page They all had me mistook as another Simply cause you judge this book by its cover Well I visualize the wilderness, to the bone My castle is crooked You never know whos at home I knew a gnome who knew a hypnotist He showed me all the great tricks on how to be a true lyricist Hell 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 Im 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 Its 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 painters 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 kings handshakes (Shh.) https://youtube/watch?v=iCfs9daSD7s&index=156&list=WL
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 10:59:48 +0000
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