Devendra Banhart "Tonada Yanomaminista" |
We burned all our clothes, blew Yopo up our nose We're a young and lazy ol' wild boar Yep, we followed the stork, it led us to camp We didn't get lost but we lost a chance 1901 was the year of the bleedin' horse And I was lonely, lonely 1902 the Devil sucked off the moon Please hold me, please hold me My ear to your chest Your back to the ground Please move, mama, please make a sound That war party's lookin' for you and lookin' for me Damn, damn, we weren't scared Just unprepared, so we followed the caw 'Till our eyes were locked in We became her and she became them And then I heard the voice of heaven Sayin' don't be scared of anything I heard the voice of the land The beautiful land, sing I recognize you mother In a little playful touch from death As above so below You're in control of the rest Then the six nippled frog Ran across the golden moss Followin' behind us, behind us And the W.A.C. Was pointing Remington's at the trees They couldn't find us Can't find us Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |