| Song | Homeopathic |
| Artist | Mariee Sioux |
| Album | Gift for the End |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Beastly ball of fire all rolling in shame | |
| A rattle snake in the nest | |
| No legs, no eggs, no blame | |
| I hold a lake in each hand | |
| One for skating on, one for drowning in | |
| There are frozen wings your bed | |
| As you sleep outlined in white ghost | |
| Like your soul had been rolling in sheep | |
| Or had been wrapped up in birch bark | |
| Like a gift for the end | |
| When it finally finds me | |
| A mummy tree woman | |
| Becoming | |
| Mummy tree women | |
| Screaming | |
| Oh Oh Oh | |
| Homeopathic | |
| Stereo static | |
| Heroes in helmets | |
| Humming birds swarm the attic | |
| Trying so hard to explain | |
| But I can speak only in wool | |
| Might I knit from this mouth a train of cool water? | |
| For almonds I have seen your eyes | |
| So delicate your light | |
| Like a toothless bite | |
| Alien and as humble as a newt | |
| So sweet you almost killed me | |
| Like poisonous honey | |
| (mummy tree woman verse) | |
| Beautifully bruised when it kicked you with its hooves | |
| A headless stallion the color of a black rose | |
| A mole chews vigorously at my side | |
| While smoldering like a burning insect | |
| Innards have dried into wreaths and rattles | |
| Let’s meet at the Madrone's cradle | |
| Making landscapes out of felt | |
| We will learn about | |
| Succession | |
| Succession | |
| When a pond turns to a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| A pond into a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| Oh, raven |
| Beastly ball of fire all rolling in shame | |
| A rattle snake in the nest | |
| No legs, no eggs, no blame | |
| I hold a lake in each hand | |
| One for skating on, one for drowning in | |
| There are frozen wings your bed | |
| As you sleep outlined in white ghost | |
| Like your soul had been rolling in sheep | |
| Or had been wrapped up in birch bark | |
| Like a gift for the end | |
| When it finally finds me | |
| A mummy tree woman | |
| Becoming | |
| Mummy tree women | |
| Screaming | |
| Oh Oh Oh | |
| Homeopathic | |
| Stereo static | |
| Heroes in helmets | |
| Humming birds swarm the attic | |
| Trying so hard to explain | |
| But I can speak only in wool | |
| Might I knit from this mouth a train of cool water? | |
| For almonds I have seen your eyes | |
| So delicate your light | |
| Like a toothless bite | |
| Alien and as humble as a newt | |
| So sweet you almost killed me | |
| Like poisonous honey | |
| mummy tree woman verse | |
| Beautifully bruised when it kicked you with its hooves | |
| A headless stallion the color of a black rose | |
| A mole chews vigorously at my side | |
| While smoldering like a burning insect | |
| Innards have dried into wreaths and rattles | |
| Let' s meet at the Madrone' s cradle | |
| Making landscapes out of felt | |
| We will learn about | |
| Succession | |
| Succession | |
| When a pond turns to a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| A pond into a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| Oh, raven |
| Beastly ball of fire all rolling in shame | |
| A rattle snake in the nest | |
| No legs, no eggs, no blame | |
| I hold a lake in each hand | |
| One for skating on, one for drowning in | |
| There are frozen wings your bed | |
| As you sleep outlined in white ghost | |
| Like your soul had been rolling in sheep | |
| Or had been wrapped up in birch bark | |
| Like a gift for the end | |
| When it finally finds me | |
| A mummy tree woman | |
| Becoming | |
| Mummy tree women | |
| Screaming | |
| Oh Oh Oh | |
| Homeopathic | |
| Stereo static | |
| Heroes in helmets | |
| Humming birds swarm the attic | |
| Trying so hard to explain | |
| But I can speak only in wool | |
| Might I knit from this mouth a train of cool water? | |
| For almonds I have seen your eyes | |
| So delicate your light | |
| Like a toothless bite | |
| Alien and as humble as a newt | |
| So sweet you almost killed me | |
| Like poisonous honey | |
| mummy tree woman verse | |
| Beautifully bruised when it kicked you with its hooves | |
| A headless stallion the color of a black rose | |
| A mole chews vigorously at my side | |
| While smoldering like a burning insect | |
| Innards have dried into wreaths and rattles | |
| Let' s meet at the Madrone' s cradle | |
| Making landscapes out of felt | |
| We will learn about | |
| Succession | |
| Succession | |
| When a pond turns to a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| A pond into a meadow | |
| A fawn into a raven | |
| Oh, raven |