The Saga Of Pepote Rouge

There's a legend of a lady on the mountain Lives alone beyond the Mecca plain And with her hands she makes it through the winter She never goes against the grain To be someone is to be someone alone To be someone is known as solitude To learn to sing below the surface You must adjust your altitude Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound She had a vision, and now she holds the key You don't know what you want, till you find out what you need I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady Called to me in a voice so soft and low Her words resounded like a fountain of truth And then she faded like a rainbow Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth Carved in stone, the queen of avatars Where seventy children were given birth She then returned back to the stars Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound She can help us find our way and get across You don't know what you gained, till you find out what you lost The Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain And lead our people into the light of day For they are lost and know not where they're goin' And all their leaders are cast in clay Now disbelief and mass confusion Spreading wild across the land You can call it love or call it wisdom To be not savin' a drowning man Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound She can show us just where we went wrong You don't know where you're goin', till you find where you belong --- The Saga of Pepote Rouge - The Band