Wild Eyes - Mariee Sioux

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