Hazen (1995)

TRACK LIST
1. Sea Bus 
2. Fear 
3. Wow. Buckley. 
4. I'm Not Much 
5. Hymn 522


CREDITS
MB, vocals; Matt Kite, guitar; Steve Miller, bass, vocal. Guest musicians: Brenda Hazen (backing vocals, percussion), Dan Hazen (drums). Recorded by John Nelson and mixed by Scott McAllister at Crow Recording (Seattle, WA). Cover photo courtesy of Steve Miller. Music by TWBA. Lyrics by Matt Kite and MB. Dedicated to the memory of Linda Kite, 1938-1994. © 1995 The Whole Bolivian Army. 


REVIEWS
"It's refreshing to know that not every band in Seattle wants to pick up where Nirvana left off. Hazen, The Whole Bolivian Army's self-released CD, actually takes what seems to be Seattle's version of the road rarely traveled. It takes a little bit of groovy bass, beat driven rapid rhythm, and crosses it with light, but complex guitar work. The vocals of Mary Beth Kite are strong, but decidedly feminine. She has a good knack for even adding a jazzy feel to what seems to come off as an overall new hippie sound. You can't help but think that these guys got a love for the good folks in Seattle who are a little tired of the same old, same old. If this is their first effort, you can expect some good things to come from The Whole Bolivian Army." 
— David Musolf, University Reporter, Dec. 1995 

"It's pop but it's got power, and The Whole Bolivian Army has this way of sounding endearingly goofy without seeming silly." 
— Marisa Lencioni, Seattle Times, Nov. 16, 1995

 

Sea Bus 

let's move to Moclips, baby 
and plant a little garden 
yeah, let's move to Moclips 
and plant a happy garden 
we can plant turnips, squash and red tomatoes 
and eat them with our toes 
we'll form a commune 
and drive electric golf carts 
and call each other brother and sister 
and love each other real good 

to the sea with you and me 
out of this stinking urban air 
on a bus to the sea 
to the sea with you and me 

let's go to Cannon Beach 
where everything is out of reach 
or to Florence, Oregon 
where Italy never came or went 
we can play croquet in the summer 
or dominoes inside when it gets cold 
dominoes are fun 
'cause they knock each other over 
and keep going in a line 
...and love each other real good 

to the sea with you and me 
out of this concrete jungle 
on a bus to the sea 
to the sea with you and me 

to the sea with you and me 
don't bother me with the details 
on a bus to the sea 
to the sea with you and me 


Fear 

I don't know why I'm so afraid 
of getting in the water 
and I don't know why I'm so afraid 
of going out at night 

I killed the Boy with the Golden Hair 
I sold the Wild Man to the freak show 

I don't know why I'm so afraid 
of standing next to you 
and I don't know why I'm so afraid 
of everything 

I killed the Boy with the Golden Hair 
I sold the Wild Man to the freak show 

I don't know why I'm so afraid 
to drink my own darkness 
to dream by myself 
to submerge with the worst 
to touch fear and let it run loose 


Wow. Buckley. 

since autumn, it's been blackberry and thistle 
we've been trying to cut them down 
like napalm, like a goat that eats everything 
we make the ground ugly 

and we found a pond 
kidney-shaped and full of frogs 

we can hear black clouds rumble through 
see the snow line come down 
this is spring, even if it feels strange 
and we're still swinging scythes 

maybe we'll find another pond 
kidney-shaped and full of polliwogs 
all murky and ripe 
a dark hole in the ground 
and no good for a swim 
no good for a swim 


I'm Not Much 

the world is your ashtray 
so toss another cigarette out the window 
the world is your ashtray 
so ship another load to the Third World 

I'm not much better than you 
but at least I can see past my nose 
you and others like you 
get out of my car 

the world is your toilet 
so flush another goldfish and wave goodbye 
the world is your toilet 
so screw your kids and get what you can get 

I'm not much better than you 
but at least I can see past my nose 
you and others like you 
get off me! 


Hymn 522 

your church, your God, your fortress 
they're crawling down my throat 
crawling under the moat 
forming a cesspool from your dead jewel 
buried in darkness 

I won't drink the water 
I won't let it go down 

you, you're choking me, drowning me 
can't feel my fingertips or the wetness 
spilling over my hips 
chest heaves, I can't breathe 
dropping into a bed of leaves 
a million trees 
infinity 

I'm drinking the water 
I can feel it go down 

I'm drinking the water 
I can feel it go down 
it goes down 
it goes down

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