A. S. M. (A State of Mind) - Adolescence lyrics

[Narrator] Harvest day, Crown Hill - 10 years later [Shalim] Slip my tunic on and move along the hill It's summertime, Gonna go and find the man Illys Residing in the east end of the village I could either try to hitch a chariot ride Or go and make the pilgrimage on foot It's good I choose the latter ‘cause the ladies on my way Across town with their giggles and their laughter Love to have a quick chat or on most days a lot more But not right now, I'm heading out to the forge To see if I can catch a glimpse of what is going on Like why the King is acting odd and soldiers sing the songs Illys and his father Magnus sometimes saw the right and The wrong even fortnights before they came to spawn [Narrator] He strolls along [Shalim] I stroll along without a single care in my bones Or the whole wide land of Vabaria Distracted by the Jubilee of Harvest day I almost forgot to grab some berries at the market place [Narrator] Swordfish in a tributary Old soul composed floats carefree [Shalim] Occupying upper echelons Alpha certified local folk mecca don [Narrator] Hammerhead in a tributary Soul visionary, gets waved through preliminaries [Shalim] Clearly in control, uppermost of echelons Mecca don! One step beyond [Narrator] Blue fin tuna in a tributary Grace of a god but a temper that's incendiary [Shalim] Legendary kid strictly upper echelon Etched in stone for the record, the mecca don [Narrator] Sure shot mythical material in crown hill Even known to give the townspeople council The poor get bled in the same old cycle He scrawls haikus, son don't trifle Step to shalim catch a boulder to the shoulder blades Surefire way to say your welcome has been overstayed Once rhymed his confession to the hail And known to hold is own in a session on the ale [Shalim] Who's this swift talking man on a bale of hay? Telling myths speaking cryptic of later days Hypnotizing all my peers who can't break the gaze And I'm amazed in the same way that they are How can they be standing there in awe? [Narrator] He doesn't understand [Shalim] And I don't really care or wanna waste time with it Still trying to pay the town blacksmith a visit What? You talking to me? Well how would you know? I didn't choose our King! Why don't you let them make up their own mind? Man forget it! I'm out of here, I've heard enough, save your breath A major peg in my sandal this latest trend Of preaching incohesively to chickens who can't lay and egg I'm taking it to heart although I'm trying harder to forget [Narrator] No sooner than he sets foot in the smithy, illys starts bubbling Extremely animated even by his own excitable standards Barely able to contain it He should keep it under wraps, but they had just received an order From the royal armed guard to the tune of nearly ten thousand swords At a moon cycles turnaround This could mean only one thing The culmination of a decade's rabble-rousing and meticulous manipulation Finally coming to fruition The eve of battle was upon them