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C R E D I T S

Mary Beth Kite, vocals; Matt Kite, music, vocals, lyrics. Horns, loops, and additional percussion by Scott Ross. Produced by Scott Ross. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Scott Ross at Elliott Bay Recording Co. (Seattle, WA). Cover photo courtesy of the Wisconsin Historical Society (WHS Image ID 11749). Special thanks to Bill Perez, Tommy Thew, Steve Miller, and the Cannavaro family. 2006 Gargantuan Records/TWUBBA Music (ASCAP).

T R A C K   L I S T
1. Blind
2. Deeper
3. Free Tonight
4. When Machines Eat
5. Ham Fisted
6. Run Girl Run
7. Seven Ways to Say Muffler
8. All My Life
9. Acolyte
10. Boomerang
11. Keep On

V I D E O
"All My Life"
"Deeper" live at the Skylark (2010)
"Free Tonight"
"When Machines Eat"

R E V I E W S
"Born in 1993 during Seattle's vast wave of Nirvana-inspired gloom and doom, The Whole Bolivian Army strolled far from the well-worn path, opting instead for poppy hooks and flowing instrumentation. With their seventh LP, husband and wife Matt and Mary Beth Kite prove that there will always be room in our hearts for catchy pop. North by Nowhere hammers out a searing collection of simple pop ditties, their subject matter veering into love ('Deeper'), frightening anguish ('All My Life,' 'Ham Fisted'), and the quirks of the English language ('Seven Ways to Say Muffler'). With a blend of mellow electro-pop, distorted guitar, and Mary Beth's biting, bluesy vocals, the adult contemporary set will find the record appealing..."
— Katie Sauro, Seattle Sound Magazine, June 2006

A N O T H E R   C O V ER
North by Nowhere retired coverYes, a select few of you own the album with this cover, courtesy of the Wisconsin Historical Society. Unfortunately, we originally released North by Nowhere with the cover above, which means digital distributors were already committed to using it by the time we had started toying with changing things. So... rather than sell an album with two covers (one for our store and one for everybody else), we've retired this one, although we dearly love it. What an amazing photograph.

DEAR MR. BIG ...sucking up to the PTB

Dear Mr. Big,

The Whole Bolivian Army, slacking offWe are writing to you on behalf of our band, The Whole Bolivian Army. We would like a record contract from your fancy label. If you sign on the dotted line with us, you'll make a lot of people happy, including our beloved cats, our sassy but tender dental hygienist, and two shed boyz (nice, but a little gamy) we met the other day on F Street in uptown Port Townsend, Washington.

Speaking of our dental hygienist, she is handy with sharp objects and also quite clever. She has volunteered to be our promotional agent. So if possible, we would like you to sign us to a big, phat record contract, plus hire her on as the first member of our staff. She wants to move back to Seattle, where she will require an assistant, a super tall mocha with whip cream and a shot of whiskey every morning, plus a corner office with a view of the Space Needle or solid waste utility headquarters, whichever is more convenient.

Australian rules...For our part, we would simply like a record contract. We know you will make us famous. And you know that will make a lot of people (including our cats) happy.

Yours in Rock,

The Whole Bolivian Army

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Hello Mr. Big.

Mary Beth Kite, TWBA, bubblesWe were surprised to not hear back from you after our recent letter. Even stranger was how unfamiliar with our band and our music your secretary sounded when we called her at her home. Please apologize to her for the wakeup call. We didn't realize London is in a different time zone. But do let her know the only reason we called her at her home was because she keeps shuttling us into some sort of eternal-hold netherworld whenever we call your office.

All we really want to do is talk to you. You hold the keys to our musical future, and we look forward to a mutually prosperous relationship.

Rock 5!

The Whole Bolivian Army

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Salutations, Mr. Big.

Mary Beth and Matt Kite, The Whole Bolivian ArmyWe can't help thinking that perhaps something terrible has happened to you. Have you been beamed aboard the mothership or called to jury duty? Please contact us at your earliest convenience. Rock and roll is an impatient mistress.

Still waiting to conquer the world (with your help),

The Whole Bolivian Army

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Mr. Big,

We would like to give you one last chance to partner with the greatest band since the dinosaurs roamed the earth (a long time ago).

Curtly,

The Whole Bolivian Army

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Hey Mr. Big,

choking the guitar playerIt's time we tell you what you can do with that record contract of yours. But not in a letter. Please meet us tonight at the Taylor (or is it Tyler?) Street fountain, say around midnight. We will be the ones wearing all black and holding a gas-powered hedge trimmer. You're welcome to invite your staff and your legal team with you. Please ask them to bring extra enema kits. You can deduct the expenses from our meager advance.

Ready to go indie,

The Whole Bolivian Army


The Whole Bolivian Army Mary Beth and Matt Kite, The Whole Bolivian Army.
Mary Beth Kite, TWBA Mary Beth Kite, The Whole Bolivian Army
photos by Scott Ross MB
PHOTOS BY SCOTT ROSS

Blind

all hail the power
the broken crown
streets paved with flowers
statues coming down

we couldn't see

all hail the melody
bricks and mortar
streets drowned in ecstasy
quarter by quarter

we couldn't see

all hail the desert
rivers run dry
streets littered with money
blowin' sky high


Deeper

all I am I owe half to you
all I dream I dream next to you
you are my reed
you are my reed song
you are my reed
you are my reed song

take me . . . deeper

the way the sky explodes, it burns for us
the breeze that touches our skin, it sings for us
you are my reed
you are my reed song
you are my reed
you are my reed song

take me . . . deeper
take me . . . deeper
take me -- all of me


Free Tonight

Who are you -- are we -- to break the best in me?
Who are you -- are we -- to chase it back in me?
And I'm free tonight.
I saw you fall -- undone -- shattered by "the One."
I knew we'd fall -- undone -- trying to reach the sun.
And I'm free tonight.
And I'm free tonight.
I warned you, I told you,
I can't live like this.
I hoped to, I hoped to,
escape with a kiss.
Who am I -- am I -- to never show you why?
I hoped you'd see -- you'd see -- the very best in me.
And I'm free tonight.
And I'm free tonight.
And I'm free tonight.
And I'm free tonight.


When Machines Eat

when machines eat
they eat me
when they run right
they run me
shut me down now
power down please
pull the plug on me
control alt. delete

ooh, I lost my appetite
the drool, the drain, the way they drone
ooh, I lost my memory
the meal, the meat, the way they moan

when machines eat
they eat me
when they save time
they steal it from me
shut me down now
turn me off
pull the plug on me
make it stop

ooh, I lost my appetite
the drool, the drone, the way they drain
ooh, I lost my memory
the gorge, the grind, the gulping pain

when machines eat

drown the Internet
gore the screen
blind the motherboard
disable and wean

when machines build
they build me
when they breathe in
they choke me
shut me down now
power down please
when machines eat
control alt. delete


Ham Fisted

I'm naked
these are my breasts
this is my scar
this is what's left

I'm stupid
this is my pain
these are my fists
again and again

I'm special
this is my proof
this is my faith
this must be truth

God-given
it is no wonder
I am the one
they are the other

I don't care what you're looking for
I'm no better than I was before

goose-stepping all over ground zero
mock-lighting -- he's our hero…

I'm lying
this I can see
this I can feel
this I can breathe

I'm broken
this is my plea
this is my song
this isn't me


Run Girl Run

my head hurts
I'm hungry
I miss you
feel empty

I own these lungs
I own these bones
everything I need
to carry me home

I'm not the type to stand still
I'm not the type to slow down
I'm not the type to stop
until I'm falling down
slowly it rises to me - ground
softly it whispers…

run girl run

I dream this trail
I dream these woods
everything I need
to be who I could

I'm not the type to give up
I'm not the type to slow down
I'm not the type to stop
until I'm falling down
slowly it rises to me - ground
softly it whispers…

run girl run

pick myself up
pick my feet up


Seven Ways to Say Muffler

she's wearing her muffler
her tasteful chest protector
a furry beaver stole
too lovely, her choker

let go of my neckpiece, she says
my sage-green neckerchief, she says
my broken babushka, she says
the mantle of my thief

seven ways to say muffler


All My Life

it's happening again
it's more than I can take
I wait too long to sleep
I wait too long to wake

the sun is sinking
the night is screaming
another moment slips free

all my life I've been a second behind
an hour late, a day I can't find
all my life I've been waiting for now
the chance to change, to learn somehow

the moment is here
it's everything I fear
it's only perfection
early detection

the sun is sinking
the night is screaming
another moment for me

all my life I've been a second behind
an hour late, a day I can't find
all my life I've been waiting for now
the chance to change, to learn somehow

it's happening again
but I won't give in this time
I'll meet the future here
I'll make these seconds mine

the sun is rising
the night is lifting
another moment for free


Acolyte

Here we kneel at the altar,
and listen to the faithful whisper.
They made a witch out of me, see.

You press your guilt against me,
and hope I'll relieve you again.
You made a witch out of me, see.

Not here, not now.
I can't fill your need.
Not here, not ever.
You won't spill your seed.

You stole the sun out of me,
and offered it to the priests.
They made a man out of you, too.

You found the needle in your lap,
and searched my skin for a tap.
I made a man out of you, too.

And I couldn't feel you coming.
And you-you never heard me leave.

Not here, not now.
I can't help you feed.
Not here, not ever.
You won't spill your seed.

I love the way you pray.
I love the way you kneel.
I love the way you say,
"It's time we make a deal."
I love the way you kneel.
I love the way you sin.
I love the way you steal
the truth you made from tin.
I love the way you sin.
I love the way you kneel.
I love when you begin.
"It's time we make a deal."

Boomerang

Every single day
I work the earth that strengthens me
And I don't mind
The sweat I lose
Every single day
My knees - they bind the soil to me
And I don't mind
The truth I've found

Every single night
I watch the mouths that worship you
And I don't mind
The hypocrisy
Every single night
I walk the walls that circle me
And I don't mind
The secrets they keep

All roads - they lead back
Lead back to you
All saints - they fall down
Fall down for you
I found my way back
I fell down
I fell down for you

Every thought denied
It creeps its way back into us
And I don't mind
The shadow on the ground
Every good intention
I struggle to keep a hold of it
And I don't mind
The discipline demanded

All roads - they lead back
Lead back to you
All saints - they fall down
Fall down for you
I found my way back
I fell down
I fell down for you

Let me weep
Let me sing
Let me make
My own mistakes
Let me jump
Let me land
Let me break
Whatever it takes

Every time we speak
We hear our voices echo back
And I don't mind
The boomerang effect
Every time I wake
I wonder where the hell I am
And I don't mind…

All roads - they lead back
Lead back to you
All saints - they fall down
Fall down for you
I found my way back
I fell down
I fell down for you


Keep On

There's nothing that says
We have to keep going
There's nothing to keep us from stopping

There's nobody here
Nobody listening
Nobody to hold a candle

But we keep on
And we keep on
And we keep on
Looking
For the sky to open up
For the rain to cover us
For the sun to burn us clean
For the wind to break us free

There's nothing that says
We have to make good
There's nothing that says we're finished

There's nobody here
Nobody listening
Nobody to hold us up

I know to close my eyes and ears to you
To crack in half the things you do to me
I know to keep my head above the mud
To speak the truth and hold it here to see
I know, I know, I know, I know

There's only so much
That we can do ourselves
There's only so much we can feel

There's nobody here
Nobody listening
Nobody to hide behind