Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wild Eyes , by - Mariee Sioux. Song from the album Faces in the Rocks, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.03.2013
Record label: GRASS ROOTS
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wild Eyes , by - Mariee Sioux. Song from the album Faces in the Rocks, in the genre АльтернативаWild Eyes |
| Tiny darling ghost holder |
| Tiny darling ghost holder |
| You, our soft spirit breather |
| And you, our bark-skinned weaver |
| Remember you could weep fire |
| Remember you could weep fire |
| Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes |
| With wild eyes, ooo those wild eyes |
| If you ring your cells like bells in a garden |
| You plant your burdens way deep down in |
| And water them daily from wells of salty guilt |
| For sons who’d pollinate the deadly |
| That wild eye, ooo that wild eye |
| Papa, my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser |
| Papa, my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser |
| Mama, my jaw clencher spirit mouth ghost dancer |
| Mama, my vein braider thousand-year bone burner |
| Mama, my tongue twister thousand-pronged antlers |
| Mama, my tongue twister thousand-pronged antlers |
| Mama, my vein braider thousand-pronged antlers, antlers |
| And ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes |
| So I will ring my cells like bells |
| As you bind your father’s molecules with roots of silver |
| Pierce him cedars with eyes like fingers |
| Picking bloody flowers |
| His wild eyes, ooo his wild eyes |
| Papa, my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser |
| Papa, my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser |
| Mama, my jaw clencher spirit mouth ghost dancer |
| Mama, my vein braider thousand-year bone burner |
| Mama, my tongue twister thousand-pronged antlers |
| Mama, my tongue twister thousand-pronged antlers |
| Mama, my vein braider thousand-pronged antlers, antlers |
| Ooo her wild eyes, ooo her wild eyes |
| Tiny green moss collector |
| Sweet tiny green moss collector |
| Remember you could catch fire |
| Remember you could catch fire |
| Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes |
| With wild eyes, ooo those wild eyes |
| And once the river is rolling lower |
| We’ll gather lichen from the boulders |
| We’ll keep it dry inside our lockets |
| We’ll put this down down into our pockets |
| We’ll try try to leave the branch arms behind |
| The swaying hands of pines |
| Their needles tugging at your skin |
| Trying to pull you back deep |
| In their wooden womb of a hundred hearts |
| Hanging, suspended, moth-eaten |
| Those muscles the size of your fist |
| All floating around your head |
| Not knowing who they’re a-loving |
| Not knowing how fast they’re a-pumping |
| Not knowing how hard they’re a-beating |
| Not knowing who they’re a-punching |
| Those muscles the size of your fist |
| All floating around your head |
| And throwing punches like we throw the stones |
| To the bottom of riverbeds |
| Who knows who is next? |
| To watch from under the currents |
| The rapids rapidly raging while rapid |
| While we’re rapidly blinking |
| Our wild, wild, our wild |
| Our wild, our wild eyes |
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