Nomi Yah - Day (River Voice, Napalm Gardens, Naaa Naaa) Lyrics

RIVER VOICE
The river takes our stories away

Bats and rats and fishes can get caught
Beans and peas and carrots can get picked
Ah, but birds and breezes and rivers run free
And the moon shines on the moonlight tree
Pieces of you and pieces of me

The river takes our stories away
River oh river oh life giver
Baptize me in the ways of earth
Death, rebirth and freedom
The river takes our stories away

Needs and hours, even prison terms go by
Seeds and flowers, even planets live and die
Ah, but laughter, love and visions linger on
Like the melody of a child's first-heard song
Soon enough almost everything's gone

The river tells us stories
River voices speak in tongues, saying
Come to me old and I'll make you new
Now you can do what you want to do

Look there, over there, an angel flying low
Sees herself in the water down below
Ah, but water changes, she lets her image go
And it rearranges everything we know
River voice says now we will flow
And flow and flow and flow

The river takes our stories away
River voice says now we will play
And play and play and play

NAPALM GARDENS
Did you ever hear about Napalm Gardens
A little place behind the family house
The sun never shines in Napalm Gardens
You never really know who's alive in the corners

You're the one who comes to Napalm Gardens
Maybe it's Tuesday night, you hear there's a party
At a place called Napalm Gardens
There is no light, you're not sure this is the right place

You're opening the door to Napalm Gardens
A man asks you for a dollar, but he says
You don't have to pay in Napalm Gardens
Just pay attention, and he pulls you inside

There's one electric light bulb in a room painted black
A couple dozen people acting like they're on drugs
One's kissing the head of a doll, one's carving a cross on the wall
It's some underground scene like you never seen on TV
One boy, cross-eyed and pale, tells you he just got out of jail
Gives you a piece of bubble gum, says, man, where did you come from
And you're still wondering, is this the right party

Singer takes the mic, puts it in his mouth
The boy's f*cked up, put so many holes in himself
He's leaking on the girl with spikes on her wrists
Dancing her fists hard into your face

Young junked prophet lying on the concrete
Spitting prophecies all over your shoes says
You don't understand me 'cause nothing I say is true
There is no truth

Your best friend comes into Napalm Gardens
Singer looks up, there's white in his eyes
He drops the microphone onto the floor
Runs out the back door and hides until morning

And he'll say, I thought they were the cops
F*cked up boy, put so many holes in himself
And he's leaking leaking leaking leaking, leaking all over
Napalm Gardens, Napalm Gardens, Napalm Gardens

NAAA NAAA
Mind is body, body is mind
Onslaught of non-thought