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