The Story of the Jesi. Part 1

Yonder, once by the trees of Oak
Met a bonny lass with a certain bloke
They doped and eloped but that's not important
What is is who shall be right and who shant

One eve, met she with a dozen French elvs
But early next day they'd shat themselves
Amidst their dung lay a queer parchment
Brown as well but relatively fragrant

[Mysterious Choir: Jesus, oh you don't please us....
You get seizures and you don't redeem us

Oh Jesus, we were once Jesi,
Yes we were once Jesi...]

Called Freedom for All, it bore forth a claim
That a man used grammar to create his name.
That the holy Jesi were just and fair
Until Mr. Jesus came from nowhere

Said he that by name he was the singular
and rightful by monopoly to be the ruler
Brought he laws unjust for humanity
called it this, that and then christianity

and Bore it a plea for the forces of truth
for freedom to the old, middle aged and youth
Jesus, it cried must be proved wrong
By the trully wise, brave and strong.

The chosen one was her it said,
And for victory she must use her head
The battles ahead were to be tough and gruesome,
And the truth, it claimed, lay deep in her bosom

And so that day in the house she resided,
a bonny lass to her mother confided.

Pophle: Mother, oh mother will you listen to me,
I have now a question that has truly blew me,
I do not by god, mean to be blunt,
But why, oh why are tits on the front?

Mother: Pophle my dear, you must be remember,
That our lord has reasons, some harsh some tender
Bear in your mind, for does he not please us?|
Blessed be he, our holy jesus.

Pophle(aside): That answers not, my question so well,
But it matters not, like heaven and hell.
It matters not, like his holy word
Which is all unjust and quite absurd

Oh but now i cannot afford,
To let the parchment rule my world.
I'll take that job of herding sheep
for I need some pay to eat and sleep.

To north, the saints enslaved the folk
To south, they 'ad corrupted the learned yolk
To east and west they 'ad lived by thier whims
accusing whoever of senseless sins

But suddenly now there beed unrest
For the sacred and holy were put to test
And though they do both mean the same,
To Pophle, they were losing thier name.

Father amphetamine was pleased to know
That despite crackdowns, his cardomum did grow
His eyes spoke his evil well and clear,
why the Delhi police were nowhere near

Jah Rastafari: Father, this is evil. Are you not aware
that this is treason or do you not care?

Father amphetamine: Preach you me not now what be treason
For Jesus now booed is for no reason

Jah: I only meant concern, so peace out father
But aside, why do you sound a bit like yoda?

Father amphetamine: 'tis for style, i picked up from Shakespear
But forget we must not, why we are here.

A great evil cloud has covereth our light
A blasphemer is here and we must fight
Not with crusades or miracles, i am old
So this cardomum i'll trade for plenty of gold

Oh what bliss i shall get from that gold,
But no syphylis this time, i must be bold
I shall bribe the judge with a gift so rich
That he'll have to condemn the girl a witch.

Jah: Don't gain the world and lose your soul
For wisdom father, is better than or gold
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.

Schemed so the father, unheeded by Jah
When he heard something that went like ''baaah"
Met he then with this wretched blasphemer-
Unknown to him, as his plan was to her

Father Amphetamine: Well, the sheep outside have asked for me
They are leadeth today by a mother of three
One Ms. Pophle- ripe, in her teens
And her buttocks i dream, are nectarines

Jah: For god's sake father, put your ageless mouse
Right back in there trapped in its house
But what for may i ask is all that sheep?
Is it a fetish with which you sleep?

Father Amphetamine: The fool is you jah, for you are wrong
This smugglery of mine has been planned for long
I shall waste not my money on lasses bonny
She is but a decoy for my treacherous journey