Storytime - Nightwish

Voices, voice-voices in my head say I shouldn't do it Voices, voices in my head, voices in my head say I shouldn't do it Let me tell you about the neighborhood kids You pop a pill and disappear, like my neighborhood did I paint the pictures that I see in my life Visions of me got me feeling like the bar is in sight It was a Tuesday, a Tuesday night to be specific Had a feeling it would be the night I learn to trust my instinct I was right (I was right), I could feel it in my hands Know that feeling that you get before shit gon' hit the fan? They caught me slipping Two niggas hit me from the backside, Took my shit and they dipped off in the midnight I told my niggas 'bout the situation though, said they know 'em That's that lightskin nigga with the cornrows I told Nate, "She an animal shit" He say "I say we get the gat and watch them scramble and shit" I said "No violence (No violence)" I was lying. (Yeah) F*ck what they talkin' 'bout, we lay 'em out We 'bout to make movies like this shit Paramount (Yeah) Tired of false prophets and false hallelujahs (Woo!) Y'all niggas be claiming war then staying neutral I'm rolling my dice, it's all sixes I'm rolling with foreign b*tches, that don't even speak English You niggas is all sleeping, there's glitches is in the system This shit is smoking mirrors, this shit is all smoke and mirrors nigga I checked the coli it's around about six Drove by some homies, told me they a fan of my shit I drove my shooter, told me "Nigga warm the car up" I say "Quit talking shit nigga, spark the blunt up" Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, ridin' Just ridin' Ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' (Ridin', ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' (Ridin', ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' Bump this shit, in the coupe one time I got my niggas rollin' with me in the hooptie two times Yeah I'm ridin' Yeah I'm ridin' I'm a lion and I got the keys to open the cage The one y'all niggas think y'all put me in, that shit was a phase None afraid of none of you and I am real with myself The only one who can stop me, no other one than myself But I'm one of one and I ain't ringing no bell You just say there's no heaven cause you hope there's no hell I had to keep my mouth closed to make some Ms by myself I'm so ahead of my time, y'all niggas stuck on a shelf Ever seen a f*ckin' Eagle turn head to a Wolf? Ever heard of metamorphosis? Do you even read books? I'm so out of my mind, I never cease to amaze Y'all run around in circles, couldn't see this shit was a maze I had to lose my father in order to find the keys to the cage It's top five, no debate Y'all niggas all hanging snakes I ride around in a hooptie, like this shit is a Wraith Then pull up on my grandmama just so she can see face You never see me with no industry chick I got the two double barrel chrome in case these Niggas start "Eagle is on some, motherf*ckin' industry shit" I'm sick of all these funerals and hearses and shit But f*ck these niggas, hope they burn for eternity b*tch Cause all the heat will probably come from all these verses and shit No lies, I seen the truth, pull back the curtains again And I know when this drops, I'll make 'em nervous again Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, ridin' Just ridin'

Wembley! How about a little story? You like stories? Perfect It's absolutely and most definitely Storytime It was the night before When all through the world No words, no dreams, then one day A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within the snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry A canvas of awe Planet Earth falling back into the stars I am the voice of Never- never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey I am the destination I am the home The tale that leads you A way to taste the night The elusive high Follow the madness Alice, you know once did Imaginarium A dream emporium Caress the tales And they will dream you real A storyteller's game Lips that intoxicate The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales I am the voice of Never-never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of Never-never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Searching heavens for another Earth You got the voices! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Neverland Innocence Dreams of every man Neverland Innocence Every man Peter Pan Neverland Innocence Dreams of every man Neverland Innocence Every man Peter Pan I am the voice of Never-never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of Never-never land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real Every memory that you hold dear Thank you so much! You know I've been to, I've been to Machu Picchu And I've been to the Taj Mahal I've been to Petra I've seen Christ the Redeemer I've seen most of the seven wonders But it's nothing compared to this Nothing And if you don't mind, I've been dreaming about this since I was about nine So can I say it just once? Good evening, Wembley? Thanks for that

1.) Four Point Six Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble An enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work on understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it? 2.) Life The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth 3.) The Toolmaker After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library We were here! We were here! We were here! We were here! 4.) The Understanding We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will in fact never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts include Greater poets than Keats Scientists greater than Newton We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of these stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We privileged few Who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? 5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one And that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolved