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Blood Suitcase

Blood Suitcase-( sugar head pie) 2010 Patches and Gretchen – all rights reserved copyright sandpaper tongue records

Pack your blood suitcase this ones gonna be rough
I’m sick to my stomach but I’m not sick enough
tell that old lady standing in my house
I’m a foster child- for life and she can get the hell out
yeah she can get the hell out
pack your blood suitcase we’re moving again
you know how it feels when it first goes in
once you know you’ll do it again
yeah you’ll do it again- you’ll do it again
pack your blood suitcase – pick up those embryos
we can hide them in the body of a goat
there’s no time to whine just figure out who is yours
and who is still mine- who is still mine?
pack your blood suitcase we’re going again
I’ll hold your thin paper wrist
when we fall through the bed
and the old world is dead
yeah the old world is dead

and blue vein baby
if we find that again
our eyes open and you’re still in my grip
if you’re still in my grip….
or cradled in the y of a branch
i guess we’ll finally know
what is essential and what belongs to the past
yeah what is essential and what belongs to the past
so pack your blood suitcase
we’re going again
i ‘ll hold your thin paper wrist
when we fall through the bed
yeah I’ll hold your thin paper wrist when we fall through the bed
and the old world is dead
yeah the old world is dead
the old world is dead

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Sweet Wolves

Sweet Wolves- Sugar Head Pie- Patches and Gretchen

copyright 2010 all lyrics gretchen seichrist sand paper tongue records

HIS TEETH ARE THE COLOR OF CORN
AND HIS SKIN IS JUST WORN
AND HE LOVED THE SUN AND HIS MOM IS GONE
AND HE HIDES A BAG OF PORN

SWEET PORN SWEET PORN

IN THE CITY ALL THE SECRETS PASS
ACROSS THE BLACK
A GIRL LOOKS OUT THE GLASS
THE DRIVER IS A TIGER
WITHOUT A MASK
WHAT SHE’S DONE FOR THAT WAD- THAT WAD OF CASH

PICTURES OF PRETTY GIRLS
YA KNOW THEY ALL UNDRESS IN WHITE
AND THE LACE ON THEIR BODIES
LOOKS LIKE DUST IN THE LIGHT

BEHIND MY RADIATOR
BEHIND MY RADIATOR

WIRES YANKED WITH A PAIR OF PLIERS
AND ALL THE JOCKS ARE WAY TOO TIRED
INDIANS RUN AWAY TO FIGHT FOREST FIRES
AND LEAVE THE CHURCH WITH IT’S DESIRES

SWEET FIRES SWEET FIRES SWEET FIRES

I SAW THE BEACH WHERE I USED TO RUN
I WAS WITH YOU – I WAS ALONE
I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE RAISED BY WOLVES
AND BE THEIR CHOSEN ONE

SWEET WOLVES SWEET WOLVES SWEET WOLVES

EVERYONE OF YOU A BIT OF MY ENEMY
BUT I KNOW WHO DOES THE COOKING
AND IF YOU REALLY DID LOVE ME
YA KNOW, I WASN’T LOOKING

SWEET YOU SWEET ME SWEET YOU SWEET ME

SWEET MEEEEE……..

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Black Market

BLACK MARKET – PATCHES AND GRETCHEN SUGAR HEAD PIE COPYRIGHT SANDPAPER TONGUE RECORDS ALL LYRICS GRETCHEN SEICHRIST

COME TO MY BLACK MARKET YOU MIDDLE MAN
I’VE BEEN FINGER PRINTED AND YOU CAN’T HURT ME THAT WAY
YOU MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN

SMOKED FISH HANG ABOVE ME
AND IT’S SO DUSKY BABY-
THE VOYAGER WITH AN ENORMOUS APPETITE
AT LEAST HE’S YOUR FRIEND AT NIGHT

YOU MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN
YOU MIDDLE MAN

COPPER PENNY EYE REFLECTS FROM THE TENT
AND THE FACE IMPRINTED IS MAGICALLY CURED
DISCIPLES HANG AROUND THE FENCE AND YEARN
PICKING THEIR SCABS THEN OFF WITH HER SKIRT
AND IT’S NUMBERS IN FRENZY IN OLD MATH BOOKS

AND YOU BABY- YOU BABY
YOU GOT SOMETHING TO TRADE?
I’VE BEEN FINGERPRINTED
AND YOU CAN’T HURT ME THAT WAY

YOU MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN
YOU MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN

CALLUSES WERE LEFT ON THAT SPOILED MILKMAID
COME TO MY BLACK MARKET ANY WAY – YOU…

MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN
YOU MIDDLE MAN YOU MIDDLE MAN …….(AD NAUSEAM)

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Big Things

Big things- sugar head pie – patches and gretchen copyright 2010 sand paper tongue records all lyrics gretchen seichrist

oh big things won’t you leave me alone
i’m all landfill and ripped bit styrofoam
that’s my shoe over there
ya know it doesn’t even care
enough to come and put me in
and just when you realize that good travels high and light
the clannish kin they get the itch to unbox the idols
with a little knowledge and go gluing balsa wood to their sentences

but it’s just a knob and nothing more
it still outlives all the sour poor
and there’s a cruel and almost sadistic guy
recovering his bets between her legs
but once you’ve been exposed
you tend to let – buyers beware
bouncing along bobbing gratification chair
it’s the mobius strip that you can’t accept
the loss of hair
though all those once cared for
part their lips towards rewards

translators repeat their bugs back to you
infestation you’re no muscle in the paper bag
of a much deeper problem

and where is the gateway where you lose your empires every hour?
i’d like to see a wheat field come to me for a change
I’d show them the backdrop they left me to raise
with will – power

and we never have fun – we can’t decide on the occasion
and locations to ill defined to fill the craving
with free cheese and orgasm driven forgiveness
that affixes mine to his
and original though floats slow in tea light boats
so nobody throws the ball

oh big things most of the time i crawl
to cross the road
because i’m terrified
no hand strap to hold bus jolt
and i end up in bed again with seagulls
and eager believers – hands cup up
incarcerate results of physical assaults

and it’s dull but deliberate – the bubbling drink dilute the unthinkable….

wall….

and receptionist make eyes at the spiritual guide
and she on tip toes
but he too tall and tight
and the marble stair case egg fight- rush river
till the flood brings the junk into town
and brings my shoe back around

can he talk the water out of wet?
if not – it just doesn’t make any sense…..

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Ghosts I Love

ghosts i love – patches and gretchen sugar head pie 2010 copyright sand paper tongue records all lyrics gretchen seichrist

The body’s mouth is all dried out
the shells are in the shoebox
the house has given up
all the ghosts i love

the slow slow car in the dark with yellow eyes
have mercy on who it finds and all the ghosts i love

the rusted key puts to sleep
all the fingers it has known
and dies in the drawer of the grave

they put a drunkards head on her children’s bed
when the power lines flew down
and the skinny one saw me move
he poured the flour on the tiles

and they found the pictures and with blackened boots they
kicked the piles of all the ghosts i love
all the ghosts
all the ghosts
i love

the poison sits on the dusty shelf
she paints her lips all by herself

and thoughts made the aching bad news come
and the coughing stops and starts
and everything happened so long ago
that the in between grew dumb

and arms and legs was a pretty thing
humming a song
about an apple cart price tag with a circle of string
and the tip of a leaf is all that’s left
of all the ghosts
all the ghosts

i love…..

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Smoke Blue Window

Gretchen Seichrist- Lyrics

Music/Gretchen Seichrist/Sam Roane – from Music From Little Big Pink Patches and Gretchen

Well the leaves glow in the street light
look up to my window in the night light
you’ll see I overflow
you’ll see I overflow

and where is that man that I can talk to
and lay my head on his chest
and paint him colors out of accidents
cause it’s all that I got left
I got a plan and it goes like this
try to hold a broken – hearted mess
up to the smoke blue window of preciousness

and the cutters they do exist
they sacrifice to unknown gods
I’ve come to understand this
I just want to choose my own

and since I don’t know how else to reach you
I’m going to Nebraska
and lean against a pinball machine
and if you don’t show I guess I’ll just get drunk
and fall asleep in a cold truck
and wait for you to come….around

I sent all the others away
they just stand repeating what the TV’s say
and time’s a wasting
though it crushes on

and where is that man I can talk to
and pull across the sheet
when the secrets sleep on their side
and the moon comes through the blind
it’s hard to write a love song to a no – show
everybody just does what they’re used to
and in my window I overflow
and I overflow
for a man that I can talk to

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