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SOUND SAMPLES
You can find free song samples from Morning After Food Poisoning
in the South of France at CD Baby and MySpace.
TRACK LIST
1. Alright
2. Butterfly Kiss
3. Tipping Texas
4. Mercurial
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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ALBUM 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).