Faces in the Rocks

by Mariee Sioux

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released January 1, 2007

All songs written by Mariee Sioux
Recorded and Engineered and Mastered by Dana Gumbiner
Produced by Gentle Thunder and Dana Gumbiner
Native Flutes by Gentle Thunder
Mandolin by Gary Sobonya
Bass by Jonathan Hischke
Cello by Luke Janela
Accordian by Maggie McKaig
Cover Painting by Maria Pugnetti

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Mariee Sioux Oakland, California

Mariee Sioux was raised in Northern California and is of Indigenous and Polish Hungarian ancestry. She prefers to be known as an abstract storyteller and a voice for the natural world and trials of humanity through song. Shes been given gifts of songs for over 10 years. Her songs have been described as medicinal, hallucinatory, and haunting, with a trance like performance. ... more

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Track Name: Bundles
Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle of sticks
Tied with the stems of clover and brambles
Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle
Wrapped in shrouds of muscle
Patched with cedars and shadows
Patched for a million miles
And waiting like a praying mantis
To be found by a curious child
Those tiny ones with open-eyed wonder
Like the jaws of a yawning coyote
Or a cactus blooming early
And loving dawn like a mother
And loving dawn like a mother

And wishing that rain was the answer
And loving dawn like a mother
And loving dawn like a mother
And wishing that rain was the answer
And in curious jars we're spinning and spinning

Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
And singing for stillness
Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness
And making up a still bed, making up a still bed

So I'm notching my spine
With thorns pulled from your thumb
Notching my spine with thorns pulled from your thumb
And I am swallowing my
I'm swallowing my bees down
I'm buckling my
I'm buckling my knees up
I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin
I'm eating my own hide to hide in my own skin
Till I am left a-hanging
Upside down and draining
Like skinned does dangling
From a hunter's oak limb
Like my sisters, those does, woven in red shrouds
Wearing bare ribbons of tightly wrapped muscles
And bearing the burden of being that gift from the forest
That turns humans wooden when opened

So 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 lighter
If it's easier to be the lantern or the fire
If it's easier to be a lover or an echo
If it's easier to be the bull or the fighter
And if it's easier to die by arrows or by tigers
If it's easier to fly by monarchs or by sparrows
By monarchs or by sparrows
Let me know

And there's a grizzly bearing in me
There's a grizzly bearing in me
And in you and in us and in we
And in you and in us and in we
Grizzly paws hide me
Grizzly paws hold me
Grizzly cradles me
Raising me like an offering
Of a bundle of sticks to the sun
Of a bundle of sticks to the sun
Of a bundle of sticks to the sun, to the sun

Now I'm sewing, sewing, sewing medicine bundles
With grass threads and porcupine quills
I'm filling them up with galaxy beams
With all the stars you've snuffed
And all the ghosts you've been
And with every shape you've morphed
And all the trees you've stumped
And I'm filling them up with all the blood
Your heart has pumped and pumped
And with all of the love that your mouth has rushed
With all of the voices that your ears have rung
And with all of the life that your dirt has sprung
And with all of the magic that your gardens have grown
I'm filling up these bundles with all the seeds
You've sewn, and sewn, and sewn
And all the roots you've webbed and all the wind
You've blown, and blown, and blown
All the roots you've webbed and all the wind you've blown
And I'm filling up these bundles with all the twins you've born
And with every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned
With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned

Pick us up we're these bundles
Tied with the stems of clover and brambles
Oh, pick us up we're these bundles
Wrapped in shrouds of muscle
Track Name: Two Tongues
Can you tell us the place where
the elders chew the sky soft?
And the place where love is like
a perfectly quelled arrow
flown from bows of pure willow
And under (and under)
The thundering roll of ghost buffalo
(the thundering roll of ghost buffalo)
Can't you hear
the world's heart breaking?

For it's a test of courage
to kiss the snake tongued people
The fork tongue'ed people
Yes, it's a test of courage
to kiss the snake tongued people
the fork tongue'ed people
cause' it's like two tongues at one time
like two tongues at one time
it's like two tongues at one time
like two tongues at one time
it's like two tongues at one time
like bitter spirits and sweet wine
like two tongues at one time
at one time

so pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
and pour em' all for the haunting
the haunting, the haunting
and pour em' all for the haunting
the haunting, the haunting
and pour em' all for the haunting
and cool down for the haunting
and harden for the haunting

Now granite soul you're a haunter
a haunter hunting children of the wild plains
and now granite soul you're a haunter
a haunter hunting children of the wild plains
and if my greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgreatgrandma
could find them
she would put all of their poisoned
all of their poisoned, poised teeth in her medicine bag
in her medicine bag
She'd make a graph of our death-beat
pulse, murmur, quiet,
pulse, murmur, quiet
like hiding pheasants in the tall grass

Now there's faces in the rocks
and they're coming on strong
Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues
Faces in the rocks feels like a million to one
Woman and man in the moon
with a cradle born son
Braided round close til' all warmth is gone
goOoOoOoOoone

So here take these blankets
Here take these blankets
Here take these blankets
They're woven from the hair of the dead
The hair from your sisters
hair from your brothers
hair from your lovers
hair from the beavers
hair from the otters

The hair from your lovers
hair from your fathers
hair from your lovers
hair from the beavers
hair from the otters

And we, we saw through you
like a candle through a buffalo's eye
We, we stood by you
like a mama bear
shot with her cub's at her side
And we, we saw through you
like a candle through a buffalo's eye.
Track Name: Bravitzlana Rubakalva
Bravitzlana Rubakalva
is a country I made for us
Bravitzlana Rubakalva, our very own country

In Bravitzlana Rubakalva
we will build cabins
of redwood heart and old elm eyes
floors and walls of crystal

And we will sing around the fiery tree stumps
we will play the woods
and in Bravitzlana Rubakalva
Our grey hair, it will not burn
No, no, our grey hair
it will not burn

And we will, and we will
We will drop our lanterns in the darkness
We will dance all bright and fire
and we will drop our lanterns in the darkness
we will dance all bright and fire
and we will waltz with them red flickers
red, orange, red, one, two
one, two, three, one, two, three..

Bravitzlana Rubakalva, our very own country
Bravitzlana Rubakalva
There we have see-through bellies
Where we can, where we can
Were we can watch all the miracles happening
and we can watch our organs clapping
and we can, and we can
and we can watch our bread dissolving
and we can watch our cells dividing
and we can see our babies floating
and we can watch them form from nothing
sit back and just watch them form from nothing
we can, and we can, and we can, and we can, and we can, and we can
and we can, and we can, we can watch our blood a-rushing
rushing past the walls of our canyons
and we can watch each other's muscles dancing
as we lay in each other's arms

Because in Bravitzlana Rubakalva
Our arms ain't attached to bodies
Track Name: Wild Eyes
Tiny darling ghost holder
Tiny darling ghost holder
You our soft spirit breather
You our bark skinned weaver
Remember you could weep fire
Remember you could weep fire with wild eyes
With wild eyes, oh 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 pollinate the deadly
That wild eye, oh that wild eye

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser
Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser
Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed 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 oh her wild eyes, oh 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, oh his wild eyes

Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed sun misser
Papa my pine whistler sparrow-eyed moon blisser
Mama my jaw clincher spirit mouthed 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 oh her wild eyes, oh her wild eyes

Tiny green moss collector
Sweet tiny green moss collector
Remember you could catch fire
Remember you could catch fire with wild eyes
With wild eyes, oh with 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 town down into our pockets
We'll try...

To leave these 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 river beds
Who knows whose next
To watch from under the currents
The rapids rapidly raging while rapid
While we're rapidly blinking our wild
Our wild eyes
Track Name: Friendboats
Send some friendboats made from wood bones
For all that I have known has rowed away from this coast
And carve me a mask from the safety of their decks
Make me a dress from their masts

For I have never known such missing of that breaking water
No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
No, I have never known
Such missing of that breaking water

So when I go
please, when i am gone
When I go
Please, when I am gone
Then, burn me with their bows

Toss some saving golden ropes to
Let us set anchor so far away from this coast
Then close off this darkness with curtains of sails
And cast it forever into the chests of the whales

For I have never known such missing of that breaking water
No, I have never known such missing of that breaking water
No, I have never known
Such missing of that breaking water

So when I go
Please, when I am gone
When I go
Please, When I am gone
Then burn me with their bows