[Intro] [Female Alto - Married Partner 2 - Spoken word, raspy husky tone] Vondelpark is breathing, a canopy of glass and bone. We’ve traded the slippers for moss and the cobblestone. Legs like willow branches, tangled in a cycling lane, Skin glistening in the heat, washing off the Dutch-gray rain. We aren't hiding in the pines, we’re dancing on the Dam, Four spirits in a family, doing exactly what we can. [Chorus] [All - Female Quartet - Operatic, chaotic harmony, High-pitched Yodeling] GONG! Hear the Nymphs in the water, hear the Nymphs in the street! Burning up the Red Light with our dirty, barefoot feet! GONG! Amstel water rising, dripping wet and wild and free, No kids, no masters, just a four-way ecstasy! Screaming through the gongs, we’re the fever in the wood, Doing all the filthy things the city wish it could! [Verse 2] [Female Mezzo-Soprano - Romantic Lover 1 - Rap, rhythmic, staccato] Submerged in the Prinsengracht, hair like tangled weeds, Sucking on the moonlight, planting all the sapphire seeds. We’re built like athletes, baby, A-cups and the B's, Tucking into alleyways, brought 'em to their shaking knees. Barefoot on the tram tracks, sparks between our toes, Where the nymph-fire starts, only the canal-god knows. [Female Contralto - Romantic Lover 2 - Bluesy, resonant chest voice] Our bodies are the map, every curve a hidden street, Feeling every vibration through the arches of our feet. [Bridge] [Female Soprano - Married Partner 1 - Ethereal, operatic] One-forty, one-fifty, our brains are on the brink, More layers to our loving than the tourists like to think. [Female Contralto - Romantic Lover 2 - Velvety, melancholy] No room for the men, we’ve got a sanctuary home, In the forest or the city, we’re the only gods we own. [Outro] [All - Female Quartet - Intense, screaming, layered harmonies] [Distorted Bass and Aulos crescendo] The water’s in the basement! The nymphs are in the hall! Amsterdam is screaming! AND WE’RE GONNA TAKE IT ALL! [Final, deafening GONG]
