Fables - Lyrics

She was like a bud in disease
Set her mind upon solution, analysed the
prophecies
and failed to see how Kokopello figures
grand on his story of man
on the story of heaven on the hysteria of
land
populated by people who surreounded the
fertility god of Seneca land
The man and the raga brewed up a life
saga of uncontrollable horror and bliss.

The rainmaker was met by delievers and
disbelievers
Lightening struck and all took flight
But one who stood mesmerised at the
heavens
Unaware of the Indian's presence-
thunder then rolled

She who was a bud is disease had her
roots within the ground
and her ears could hear the sound of his
breathing
She stared at the sky mentalised the
true meaning
The question was why, the question was
what
The answer was he, Kokopelli, had his feet
upon the ground
and his head upon the heavens
Seven times the sound unravelled to
announce his fertile presence
before he said

I'm a big universe, small body so old in a
nwe place
Died before I ever was. was not
If bad is on the run
Then Good is at its heels
Until the presence overcomes
and Bad is on its knees
and then Goog passes on the run
inciting Bad to come and chase it as in
child's play.

Se could now see that he had a number
of solutions
and he walked the prophecies,
For he, he cured her disease
and assured her that she be aware of
destiny to touch Fertility
Join their hearts and their souls and
united they breathed
By their parts and their goals they
proceeded to be.
A child came, a call came
and he was on his way
She knew she had to stay.

The light and smell permeates the both of
them.Life was being generated, deep in
his eyes she saw that he had love for her.
He spoke and thunder then rilled.