Tonada Yanomaminista

Devendra Banhart · Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon [2007]

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