Morning After Food Poisoning in the South of France (2008)

TRACK LIST
1. Alright 
2. Butterfly Kiss 
3. Tipping Texas 
4. Mercurial


CREDITS
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).

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

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