Letra de 'Fables' de Primitive Reason

She was like a bud in disease
Set her mind upon solution,
analysed the prophecies
and failed to see how Kokopelli
figured grand on his story of man
on the story of heaven on the hysteria of land
populated by the peoples
who surrounded 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
believers and disbelievers
Lightning struck and all took flight
But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
Unaware of the Indian's presence - thunder then
rolled

She who was a bud in 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 new place
Died before, before I ever was, was not
If Bad is on the run,
Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
overcomes
and Bad is on its knees
and then Good passes on the run
inciting Bad to come and chase it
as in child's play.

She 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.

I'm a big universe,
small body so old in a new place
Died before, before I ever was, was not
If Bad is on the run,
Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
overcomes
and Bad is on its knees
and then Good passes on the run
inciting Bad to come and chase it, chase it

The rainmaker was met by
believers and disbelievers
Lightning struck and all took flight
But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
Unaware of the Indian's presence
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 rolled.