Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
(here she brushes with her thumb for a deeper sound)
(ici elle balaie les cordes avec son pouce pour donner un son un peu plus grave)
(brush down / balayage vers le bas = v) (brush up / balayage ver le haut = ^)
..place .. .. where .. ..the elders.. ..chew
..the sky soft .. love ..
Can you tell us the place where
The Elders chew the sky soft
The place where love is like
A perfect knee-quilled arrow
Flown from bows of pure willow
And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo
Oh, can't you can't you hear the world's heart breaking
(change of the right hand rythmic)
For, it's a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people owouwoho hoo
And yes, it is a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people owouwoho hoo
'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 two tongues, at one time
Like bitter spirits and sweet wine
'Cause it's 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
Pour 'em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour 'em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour 'em all for the hauntings
And cool down for the hauntings
And harden for the hauntings
And now granite-soul
You're a hunter, hunter hunting
Children of the wild plains
And now granite-soul you're a hunter
Your hunter hunting children of the wild plains
And if my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmotha
Could find them she would put all of their poisoned
All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth
In her medicine bag
In her medicine bag
She'd make a graph of our death-beat
Pulse, murmur quiet
Like hiding pheasants in tall grass
(another change of the right hand rythmic)
(It's about like that...)
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-board son
Oh, braided 'round close to all warmth is gone
Gooo ohoho one
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 mothers
Hair from your fathers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
(return of second picking ^^)
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo's eye
And we, we stood by you
Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo's eye