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Mariee Sioux Bundles by lopsang Tuning : Standard Capo2 intro : Am / G / D / Am G D Am G D e|-------------3--------2---------------|------------------3--------3---------------| b|-1--------0--0--------3----------3----|-0~1--1--------0--0--------2----------3----| g|----2-----------0----------2--------2-|---------2-----------0----------2--------2-| d|-------2-----------0----------0-------|------------2-----------0----------0-------| a|-0--------------------0---------------|-0----0--------------------0---------------| E|-------------0------------------------|------------------0------------------------| Am G D e|------------------3--------2--------------------| b|-0~1--1--------0--0--------3----------------0~1-| g|---------2-----------0----------2-----2--2------| d|------------2-----------0----------0------------| a|-0----0--------------------0--------------------| E|------------------0-----------------------------|
AmOh, pCick me Gup I'm this bDundle of sticks AmTied wCith the stGems of clDover and brambles Oh, pick me up I'm this bundle Wrapped in shrouds of muscle And pAmatched with cCedars and sGhadows AmPatched fCor a miGllion miDles WaitAming like a prCaying maGntis To be found by a curious child AmThose tiny oCnes with oGpen-eyed woDnder Like the jAmaws of a yaCwning coGyote Or a cactus blooming early Am(5) Em And loving dawn like a mother Loving dawn like a mother And wiCshing that rGain was the anDswer X2 Am(5) Em And loving dawn like a mother Loving dawn like a mother And wisChing that raGin was the ansDwer And in curious jars we're a spinning'n 'n 'n Am(5) Em Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness And sinCging for stiGllness X2 Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness Spinning, spinning, spinning into sickness And makiCng up a still bGed maCking up a stiGll bed D DAnd making up a still bEmed
Em/Em/Em/Em/C/Em/G C/C/C/C/C/Em/D/D/D
CSo I'm notching my spine with thorns pGulled from yourD thumb notching my spine with thorns pulled from your thumb andC I am swallowing my, I'm swallowing Gmy bees doDwn
I'Cm buckling my, I'm buckliGng my kneDes 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 Am'Till CI am lGeft a hDanging
AmUpside Cdown and Gdraining AmLike skCinned dGoes a dDangling AmFrom a hCunters oak lGimb Like my sisters those does woven in red shrouds AmWeariCng bGare rDibbons Amof tightCly wrappedG muscles And bearing the burden Amof beCing that gGift from the fDorest That turns humans wooden Dwhen opened
C/C/C/C/C/Em/G (ou Em/Em/Em/Em/C/Em/G) C/C/C/C/C/Em/D/D/D
CSo can you, can you, can yEmou tell Dme? So can you, can you, can you tell me? Am(5) Em If it's easier to be emptier but lighter Am(5) C G D Or if it's easier to be the lantern or the fire Am(5) Em If it's easier to be a lover or an echo Am(5) C G D If it's easier to be the bull or the fighter Am(5) Em Or if it's easier to die by arrows or by tigers Am(5) C G D If it's easier to fly by monarchs or by sparrows CBy monarchs oGr by sDparrows D C (ou Em) Oh, let me know
Em/Em/Em/Em/Em/C/Em/G C/C/C/C/C/Em/D C/C/C/C/C/Em/D/D/D
AnCd there's a grizzly bearEming in Dme There's a grizzly bearing in me DAnd in you and in us and in we DAnd in yGou and in Amus and in Dwe Em(7) C Grizzly paws hide me Grizzly paws hold me Grizzly cradles me Em(7) C Raising my like an offering Of a Cbundle of stGicks to the Dsun Of a bundle of sticks to the sun, Dto the Emsun
Em/Em/Em/Em/Em/C/Em/G C/C/C/C/C/Em/D/D/D C/G/Am/Am/Am C/G/Am/Am/Am/Am/Am
AmNow I'm sCewing, sewing, sGewing mAmedicine bundles CWith grass Gthreads and pAmorcupine quills I'm filling them up with galaxy beams And wiCth all the stars you've snuGffed and all the Amghosts you've been With every shape you've morphed and all the trees you've stumped 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 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 bundes with all the seeds you've sewn, and sewn, and sewn All the roots you've webbed and all the wind you've blown, and blown, and blown ACll the roots you've wGebbed and all the wAmind you've blooohGoo ouhohohoDoo
DAnd I'm fCilling up these buGndles with all the tAmwins you've born With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned With every brother lost and all the organs you've loaned With eCvery brother lGost and all theAm organs you've loanooohGoo ouhohohoDoo
Am G D (like into picking) So, 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 Voilà pour cette fabuleuse chanson d'une artiste exceptionnelle. A Découvrir absolument !! Si vous avez des critiques, n'hesitez pas à me contacter à cette adresse : lopsang@hotmail.fr That's it for this fabulous song from an exceptional artist. This is a must!! If you have any comments, don't hesitate to contact me at this adress: lopsang@hotmail.fr