Lyrics/Marvels

Marvels-patches and gretchen- music from little big pink

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words – gretchen seichrist

marvels

i guess they were a lot of things that happened before i got here
rows of people, transfusions, surgery
wild west, fashion,recipes, be-headings, major heists, kisses under vines

and combat, combat, combat

secret southern stills
treachery
and long walks by the lake
with one person doing all the talking
and the other person’s head down thinking
i hate them
i hate them
i hate them

walking snakes,rocks
a big smack on a human face
flowers on the table
sounds of no you can’t
no you can’t

take your marvels
your speeches and coat now
and get your creations away from me
get your creations away from me

i’m trying to be polite
i’m trying to be polite
get your creations away from me
and take those dry cleaning bags with you
and take those hair products too

Lyrics-Rope of Nevermore??

Patches and gretchen/rope of nevermore?? / music from little big pink

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Rope of nevermore- words/music- gretchen seichrist

feel like I’m holding on to earth’s slippery hand
but the dark sea is calling me with it’s master plan
and i hear my children playing out in the field
they got dandelions pressed to the chin
and the car on it’s back and it’s off it’s wheel
and the sunlight smacks the faces in the dark bar

now what’s wrong with me
i’d like to be in that old hotel
up in vancouver with no bus money
and lisa drunk and screaming at the man
who broke all her bottles and sunk his lips
in her yellow slip- clipper ship, we crushed and stirred it in

when she held my arm by the window
so i could fly
over plastic cups, cigarette butts , and meadows

so curses come and charm me
you’re thin and you’re turned on
and beauty in the arm chair
unties her hospital gown
well, from gum wrapper, falls the gum

and it’s hard to believe why they give you these things
is it just to tease me on a hill in duluth
with french fries and seagulls
by the restaurant you grabbed me like a bag
with all the minimum wage sons ignoring the too old
and the too young

and the hand in the pants
and the blank tv screen
dirty baby in a reststop
well i walked with you in the woods
and no matter what
i’d be there like a thing to be smoked up

coiling rope of love thrown
too far in your lungs
for you to…
and i knew i would leave you
to leave me
pictures of bears roaming the land of what was
and it makes you sick to have killed the things you long for
and then hold them up in the frame of never more

so abandonment, turn and spit out your teeth
encouragement, you wouldn’t come to meet me
said i was too need——eeeeeee
you put your glasses on and kept on reading

LYRICS/WANDA

WANDA/PATCHES AND GRETCHEN / MUSIC FROM LITTLE BIG PINK
WORDS- GRETCHEN SEICHRIST
MUSIC- GRETCHEN SEICHRIST/DEVIN HILL

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WANDA

WANDA AT THE ALABAMA TEXACO
SHE’S LEANING BACK WITH ONE LEG UP
OUTSIDE OF THE BATHROOM
MAN IT’S HOT
JUST WAIT OUT HERE

GIVE ME THAT HAIRDYE
AND WATCH THAT INTERSTATE
MAN, IT WON’T WORK
GO GET LITTLE BIT
SHES GOT A FRIEND
WHO CAN GET IT ON THE VERY FIRST SHOT

HEY WANDA DID YOU SEE THAT
VIRGIN MARY CAME BACK TALKING BLACK
AND ANGELA IN HER SOUTHERN SYRUP STYLE
SAID SHE’S GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS FOR MESSING WITH HER MAN
BEHIND THE PIGGLY WIGGLY
WANDA AND I JUST THROW BACK OUR HEADS AND LAUGH

YOU KNOW THAT NEW GIRL LAVERNE
WITH THAT DIAGONAL SCAR SLASH FROM FOREHEAD TO CHIN
GOT TEETH LIKE FANGS
SHES FROM UPSTATE NEW YORK
GOT A HUGE AFRO AND YOU KNOW
SHE’S A BULLDYKE
SHE’S GONNA GET YOU TONIGHT
IF YOU TELL ON US

WANDA’S GOT LOTS OF UNCLES AND BLUE – BLACK HAIR
AND EYELINER THAT GOES WAY PAST HER EYES
A MILLION JACK DANIELS STORIES THAT ALL END WITH WANDA
LAUGHING THAT BELLY JIGGLE LAUGH
THAT MAKES YOU SO GLAD TO BE HER BEST FRIEND
THE ONE THAT WON’T PUNK OUT IN THE END
WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH AND YOU KNOW THEY DID

AND WHEN THEY CAUGHT US SHE FOUGHT LIKE I NEW SHE WOULD
LEFT HER SHOEPRINTS ON THOSE ATLANTA COPS
BUSTED THE RADIO AND KICKED OUT THE WINDOW
IN THE PATROL CAR FROM NEW JERSEY TO TAMPA

SHE KEPT HER WORD OFF OR ON THAT SOUTHERN COMFORT
AND SHE’S SINGING WITH THE TRUCK DRIVERS
PUT YOUR SWEET LIPS A LITTLE CLOSER TO THE PHONE
AND THEN THAT BELLY JIGGLE LAUGH

HEY WANDA WHERE’D THEY TAKE YOU
THEY TOOK ME TO A MISSISSIPPI JAIL
AND WALKED ME PAST ALL THE MEN
TO MY CELL
BOY THEY GOT SCARED WHEN THEY FOUND OUT I WAS THIRTEEN
BUT NOTHING HAPPENED THEY JUST SENT ME TO ANOTHER PLACE

DIRTY APRON/LYRICS

DIRTY APRON- MUSIC FROM LITTLE BIG PINK- PATCHES AND GRETCHEN
WORDS AND MUSIC – GRETCHEN SEICHRIST

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BABY DONTCHA WANNA TALK TO ME
I’M BURNING TIRES IN THE STREET
I’M IN MY APRON IN THE FLESH
I DREW A SCAR ACROSS MY CHEST WITH A SHARPIE PEN

AND THE THING YOU WANTED IS COMING
IT JUST AIN’T GOT HERE YET
I PAINTED MY TOENAILS BLACK
AND I DREW SOME ARROWS ON MY BACK
WITH THAT RED BROKEN LIPSTICK

I’M IN MY APRON IN THE FLESH
AND THERE’S A ROLL OF MONEY IN THE DESK
THE ONE WITH THE SCRATCHED UP MIRROR
BABY DONTCHA WANNA TALK TO ME
THERE’S AN OLD STRIPED MATTRESS IN THE CORNER
AND A BOTTLE OF PISS BY THE SINK
THE ONE THAT STILL DRIPS

AND IF THERE’S ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED
I GOT IT OVER THERE BY THAT RAZOR AND FOLDED SQUARE OF MAGAZINE PAPER

BABY DONTCHA WANNA TALK TO ME
EVERYBODY IS AWAY
AND I TAPED NEWSPAPERS TO THE WINDOW
AND I TOLD SHAKEY TO LEAVE THE KEY
AND HE SAID HE WONT BE BACK ‘TIL YOU GIVE THE SIGNAL

TALK TO ME
TALK TO ME

LYRICS-CARPARKER

PATCHES AND GRETCHEN/MUSIC FROM LITTLE BIG PINK/CARPARKER

CARPARKER
LYRICS – GRETCHEN SEICHRIST
MUSIC-GRETCHEN SEICHRIST

YOU’RE ALWAYS TRYING TO GET ME TO DRAW FLOWERS
OR THINGS ON THE HORIZON AFTER DUNKING ME IN THE WATER
I WANT TO PAINT THE SEA MONSTERS, SHARK TEETH AND CHORAL
FROM MY MEMORY

TRANSLUCENT BEINGS THAT WANT TO EAT ME
FOREVER KEEP ME IN THEIR BELLY’S DEEPLY

SWIM NOTES CROSS PAPER BORDER DIVE
DOWN SONAR SOUND ABOVE AROUND BENEATH ME
SECRET ME IN THEIR SEA
MAKE NO ONE EVER WANT ME

SO MAD AND HUNGRY
INCANDESCENT BEINGS WILL BE THE ONLY ONES WHO BELIEVE ME
AND I THEIR DRUNK AND BLOATED EMBASSY
NOW LEAVE ME

LAND SHARK
MUD MONSTER
OFFICE MANAGER
BRICK BUILDING
CARPARKER
THROAT TALKER

NOW LEAVE ME

WARRIOR WAY- LYRICS

WARRIOR WAY- PATCHES AND GRETCHEN/ MUSIC FROM LITTLE BIG PINK

LYRICS – GRETCHEN SEICHRIST
MUSIC- GRETCHEN SEICHRIST/SAM ROANE

THE CITY IS FILLED WITH BATHROOMS AND BASEMENTS
VODKA BOTTLES, HAND- CUFFS AND PAPERS,SYRINGES, BAND-AIDS
LITTLE POCKETS OF HELL WHERE THE VACANT HAVE THE ULTIMATE SAY

AND HOSPITAL WRIST BANDS
NOTICES OF EVICTION
AND EVERY WORD YOU NEVER CAN SAY
LIKE, REALLY COME SAVE ME
AND WHO THE HELL MADE ME TO HOLD ME SO FAR AWAY
FROM THESE MYSTERIES FLOWING THROUGH THE BONES AND THE PIPES THAT LAY
UNDER GROCERY STORES AND LOVERS
AND I NEED YOU IN THE OLDEST OF WAYS

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW IF ANYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL
IT’S YOU IN YOUR BIRTH AND DECAY
AND YOUR UNTOUCHABLE WARRIOR WAY

I’M JUST A KID IN THE BACKSEAT ON A CROSS COUNTRY ROAD TRIP
WHO JUST HAPPENS TO SEE YOU EXPLODE
AND STANDING AT THE GAS STATION, I KNOW
NOTHING COMES CLOSE TO YOUR UNTOUCHABLE WARRIOR WAY

AND FORBIDDEN TO KNOW YOU BECAUSE OF MY OWN DNA
AND THOUGH NO ONE WILL ASK MY OPINION
I’M GOING TO WRITE IT ON A TREE ANYWAY

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO NO DOMINION
EXCEPT OF THE ONE OF THE WORDS YOU SAY
AND IF YOU’RE EVER IN PRISON
I’LL CUT OFF MY DRESS AND THROW IT UP TO THE MILKY WAY
AND FALL INTO THE AMBER WHISKEY OF NIAGARA FALLS

Airplane- LYRICS

AIRPLANE- PATCHES AND GRETCHEN MUSIC FROM LITTLE BIG PINK
LYRICS- GRETCHEN SEICHRIST

GIVE ME MY AIRPLANE BACK
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE IT
AND YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING BREAK IT
THE WAY YOU FLING IT ON THE WALL
AND GIVE ME MY JACKKNIFE TOO
YOU LEAVE IT OUTSIDE TO GET ALL RUSTY
AND IT’S ALL STICKY WITH GLUE
THAT YOU LEFT DRY
BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE A CLUE

AND I WANT MY PICTURES OF THE PHARAOHS
THAT YOU GOT ALL WET
NOW I CAN’T EVEN SEE WHAT THEY REPRESENT
YOUR HANDS ARE JUST USELESS WHEN YOU HOLD A GIFT
MAN YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO OPEN IT

AND I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS COLLECTION
SINCE WAY BEFORE WE EVER MET
AND I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT KNOW A THING OR TWO
ABOUT HOW TO TAKE CARE OF BINOCULARS
AND MY MATCH BOX CARS
AND MY PIECES OF SNAKESKIN
AND MY BEER CANS FROM EVERY CITY
I EVER VISITED
JUST TO SHOW THEM ALL TO YOU
AND HEAR YOU SAY IN YOUR FATHEAD WAY
THAT AIN’T SHIT- I ALREADY HAD THAT
SO, GIVE MY MY AIRPLANE BACK…..

Lyrics

The Bookclub

Gretchen Seichrist- lyrics
Gretchen Seichrist – music From Music From Little Big Pink- Patches and Gretchen

Mothers arrive/ exchange greetings of relief
for their crafted free time
in a cozy cottage they settle by the picture window
and big foot walks by undetected
though he’s been bountied for as long as I remember

still with their middle-aged eyes on the hip
the women talk of parenting the organic way
and stylishly open the cover of Louise Erdrich’s

Love Medicine
Love Medicine

and somewhere Erlene’s laughing on the South Dakota Plain
getting gas money and a ride to Martin
with a spitting earache
and I’m a seahorse whose clothes won’t curl
when Sylvia Plath is pulled from the chair to be strapped down
or peeling the grapes of her lovers

but that’s another world
that’s another world

and the women of the bookclub
reminisce on their drinking days and gossip with just enough concern in their voices to disguise
their intent to slay
in this gorgeous process of elimination
the truly dirty from the ones who can choose to be that way

and across the highway
somebody’s giving her something she can feel
and doing it hard enough to knock her back
into the dream time of the

aboriginal world
the aboriginal world

and the bitches and the ho’s
clear the back country
without turning a single page
they know how to make a man tremble and shake the old fashioned way
make a man with their bare hands from red dirt clay

the car seats are properly adjusted when the women of the bookclub leave
forgetting or never having know
the drop-dead desire to be pinned down by
Muhammad Ali
the champion of the world

I did read a book once
and it said
the higher your education
the less sex you get……jack

Another Great Review

From Jim Walsh:
A few of my favorite things from the week that was:

Patches and Gretchen, “Why Don’t You Break Down and Be a Fan of Patches and Gretchen?” (YouTube video) Warning: Gretchen Seichrist’s songs and DIY videos can be so addicting, you might find yourself up late at night, clipping along in your life, and then, as is the case with all great artists, you can go down the rabbit hole of her sneaky raw genius and not be heard from for hours. Her debut CD, “Music From Little Big Pink” (produced by Rich Mattson) isn’t for everyone. But for those with that undying scratchy-vinyl curiosity, a little bit o’ soul-patience, and an ear for all the vagaries of the human condition (“Ant Farm” is an uplifter for the uplifting-suspicious), these basement tapes are a mirror of the you that got left behind in the corporate flood, and the work of the most original locally bred songwriter since Bon Iver.