Paroles Bundles de Mariee Sioux

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Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle of sticksTied with the stems of clover and bramblesOh, pick me up I'm this bundleWrapped in shrouds of muscleAnd patched with cedars and shadowsPatched for a million milesAnd waiting like a praying mantisTo be found by a curious childThose tiny ones with open-eyed wonderLike the jaws of a yawning coyoteOr a cactus a-blooming earlyAnd a loving dawn like a motherAnd a loving dawn like a motherAnd wishing it rained was the answerAnd a loving dawn like a motherAnd a loving dawn like a motherAnd wishing it rained was the answerAnd in curious jars we're a-spinningSpinning, spinning, spinning into sicknessSpinning, spinning, spinning into sicknessAnd singing for stillnessSpinning, spinning, spinning into sicknessSpinning, spinning, spinning into sicknessAnd making up a still bed, making up a still bedSo I'm notching my spine with thornsPulled from your thumbNotching my spine with thorns Pulled from your thumbAnd I am swallowing myI'm swallowing my bees downI'm buckling myI'm buckling my knees upI'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skinI'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skinTill I am left a-hangingUpside down and drainingLike skinned does a-danglingFrom a hunter's oak limbLike my sisters, those does, woven in red shroudsWearing bare ribbons of tightly wrapped musclesAnd bearing the burden of being that gift from the forestThat turns humans wooden when openedSo can you, can you, can you tell me?So can you, can you, can you tell me?If it's easier to be emptier but lighterIf it's easier to be the lantern or the fireIf it's easier to be a lover or an echoIf it's easier to be the bull or the fighterAnd if it's easier to die by arrows or by tigersIf it's easier to fly by monarchs or by sparrowsBy monarchs or by sparrowsLet me knowAnd there's a grizzly bearing in meThere's a grizzly bearing in meAnd in you and in us and in weAnd in you and in us and in weGrizzly paws hide meAnd grizzly paws hold meAnd grizzly cradles meRaising me like an offeringOf a bundle of sticks to the sunOf a bundle of sticks to the sunOf a bundle of sticks to the sun, to the sunNow I'm sewing, sewing, sewing medicine bundlesWith grass threads and porcupine quillsAnd I'm filling them up with galaxy beamsAnd with all the stars you've snuffedAnd all the ghosts you've beenAnd with every shape you've morphedAnd all the trees you've stumpedAnd I'm filling them up with all the bloodYour heart has pumped and pumpedAnd with all of the love that your mouth has rushedWith all of the voices that your ears have rungAnd with all of the life that your dirt has sprungAnd with all of the magic that your gardens have grownI'm filling up these bundles with all the seedsYou've sewn, and sewn, and sewnAnd all the roots you've webbed and all the windYou've blown, and blown, and blownAll the roots you've webbed and all the wind you've blownAnd I'm filling up these bundles with all the twins you've bornAnd with every brother lost and all the organs you've loanedWith every brother lost and all the organs you've loanedSo, pick us up we're these bundlesTied with the stems of clover and bramblesOh, pick us up we're these bundlesWrapped in shrouds of muscles

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