Paroles Wild Eyes de Mariee Sioux

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Tiny darling ghost holderTiny darling ghost holderYou our soft spirit breather andYou our bark skinned weaverRemember you could weep fireRemember you could weep fire with wild eyesWith wild eyes, oh those wild eyesIf you ring your cells like bells in a garden thatYou plant your burdens way deep down inAnd water them daily from wells of saltyGuilt for sons who pollinate the deadlyThat wild eye, oh that wild eyePapa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misserPapa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisserMama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancerMama my vein braider thousand year bone burnerMama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlersMama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlersMama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlersAnd oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyesSo I will ring my cells like bells as youBind your father's molecules with roots of silverPierce him cedars with eyes like fingersPicking bloody flowersHis wild eyes, oh his wild eyesPapa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misserPapa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisserMama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed ghost dancerMama my vein braider thousand year bone burnerMama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlersMama my tongue twister thousand pronged antlersMama my vein braider thousand pronged antlers, antlersAnd oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyesTiny green moss collectorSweet tiny green moss collectorRemember you could catch fireRemember you could catch fire with wild eyesWith wild eyes, oh with those wild eyesAnd once the river is rolling lowerWe'll gather lichen from the bouldersWe'll keep it dry inside our locketsWe'll put this town down into our pocketsWe'll try...To leave these branch arms behindThe swaying hands of pinesTheir needles tugging at your skinTrying to pull you back deep in their wooden wombOf a hundred hearts hanging suspended, moth-eatenThose muscles the size of your fistAll floating around your headNot knowing who they're a lovingNot knowing how fast they're a pumpingNot knowing how hard they're a beatingNot knowing who they're a punchingThose muscles the size of your fistAll floating around your headAnd throwing punches like we throw the stones toThe bottom of river bedsWho knows whose nextTo watch from under the currentsThe rapids rapidly raging while rapidWhile we're rapidly blinking our wildOur wild eyes

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