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 Remingtons at the trees They couldn't find us Can't find us --- Tonada Yanomaminista - Devendra Banhart