The Whole Bolivian Army
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C R E D I T S

Mary Beth Kite, vocals; Matt Kite, guitar; Tommy Thew, guitar; Greg Strickland, bass; Chris G, drums. Produced by Tommy Thew & TWBA. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tommy Thew at Well Wrought Audio (Seattle, WA). Cover photo courtesy of Gibson James Kite. Music by TWBA. Lyrics by Matt Kite. 2008 Gargantuan Records/TWUBBA Music (ASCAP).

T R A C K   L I S T
1. Alright
2. Butterfly Kiss
3. Tipping Texas
4. Mercurial


A R T W O R K
Tray::
"morning after..." outside artwork
Inside:
"morning after..." inside artwork

P R O M O   P H O T O S
Mary Beth Kite, The Whole Bolivian Army, takes a shower. MB always wears a dress when she showers.
another outfit, another shower Tommy Thew, The Whole Bolivian Army, takes a cold shower.
Matt Kite, The Whole Bolivian Army, with his rubber ducky. Matt in the tub
Chris Gorczyca, The Whole Bolivian Army, charts a drum part Greg Strickland, The Whole Bolivian Army, in the tub
Alright

sun finally came
slid into my jeans
sleepwalked the streets
streets I'd never seen

suddenly it's gonna be alright

something cool to drink
pressed against my skin
she gave me my change
couldn't remember where I'd been

suddenly it's gonna be alright

free fall feels right
when no one gets hurt
I dig where I land
fingernails need dirt


Butterfly Kiss

nothing happens here
just gray
if wisteria is dead wood in winter
or blue manna in May
the sky looks just the same
the sky looks just the same

she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today

everything grows here
but her
if hawthorns are blooming white
or black and red against the snow
she still looks just the same
she still looks just the same

she's running away, anything but stay
she's losing her way, so far gone today

she never looks too far ahead
can't see the future looming over her
she watches butterflies bursting on the windshield
and thanks God she's still alive
'cause nothing matters but now
nothing matters but now

she can see butterflies bursting all around her
every color on the rainbow exploding in the sky
she's covered in butterfly kisses

she says, blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, yellow and red
blow me a butterfly kiss
blow me one, before I'm gone


Tipping Texas

one step too far
too fast, your car
three words I spoke
four days ago

I don't wanna be the one to leave
I don't wanna be the one to stay
I don't wanna be the one to cry
I don't wanna be the one to say . . . goodbye

I dreamt last night
in black and white
you swam the deep end
came back again

you shut the door
cut to the core
I did not care
I was not there

I don't wanna be the one to leave
I don't wanna be the one to stay
I don't wanna be the one to cry
I don't wanna be the one to say . . . goodbye

honestly, if it was up to me we'd build the perfect machine
reality, on bended knee, we'd tip the whole damn thing
and forget, forget, there was ever you and me
just forget, forget, the day we met

one step too far
too fast, your car
three words I spoke
four days ago


Mercurial

here come the loyalists
commanding the steeple tops
here come the history makers
oh, Jesus, it never stops

I don't wanna give 'em my son
when life's so cheap it's sold by the ton
'cause empire building's never done
when freedom looks like God with a gun

here come the angry ones
they're making their lists again
here come the holy ones
it's always been us and them

I don't wanna give 'em my son
when life's so cheap it's sold by the ton
'cause empire building's never done
when freedom looks like God with a gun