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Kingdom By The Sea

by THE FULLERS

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1.
Tomorrow 01:53
Our words, they hang in effigy Waiting for apologies, apologies that’ll never find their way So we pray into an empty glass For God to make these feelings pass Feelings of regret and awful shame I heard them say: “We own the night!” But will they still say that tomorrow? (And) they can say: “We own the night!” But will we still be here tomorrow? These morals are as resolute, as that dirty Vegas hotel room And the dark-haired girl who didn’t know my name So we cloak ourselves in honesty Which somehow breeds catastrophe Catastrophe we were trying to prevent I heard them say: “We own the night!” But will they still say that tomorrow? (And) they can say: “We own the night!” But will we still be here tomorrow? We spill into these empty streets Where I was born and raised, they’re a part of me But now they’ll never look quite the same ‘Cause our innocence is long since gone (And) it’s hard to tell where we went wrong ‘Cause no one seems to know who lit the flame I heard them say: “We own the night!” But will they still say that tomorrow? (And) they can say: “We own the night!” But will we still be here tomorrow?
2.
Haymarket 03:05
You’re gonna hang for what you’ve done. This battle can’t be won. Says he, no more, you and the other four, Are gonna hang for what you’ve done. And the rest will rot in jail. Your train has been derailed Oh, you eight, are gonna face your fate, And the rest will rot in jail Oh you can tie your noose and you can cloak the truth, but silence is our bomb. And you can’t hang us all, but when we fall, the world will sing our song. Oh, sing along. Oh sing along. Oh sing, the battle rages on. No, I’m not afraid to die. For the first time in my life. Oh my feel will swing, but my heart shall sing. No, I’m not afraid to die. I guess it’s just my time to go. Please tell my wife that I love her so. And upon my grave, black flags will wave. I guess it’s just my time to go. Oh you can tie your noose and you can cloak the truth, but silence is our bomb. And you can’t hang us all, but when we fall, the world will sing our song. Oh, sing along. Oh sing along. Oh sing, the battle rages on. And upon my grave, black flags will wave. I guess it’s just my time to go.
3.
1,000 Horses 02:58
My limbs are tired, but my feet they keep me moving forward My eyes are drooping, but they don’t need to see I’ve got no directions, no Mapquest, no GPS Dark is the hour, but she’s the light that guides me I’ve tried, for time, casualty of a working life Just want to make sure she knows… The force of a thousand horses, couldn’t keep me away from here (My) heart beats like a thousand horses, with every step that brings me nearer I’m coming home… just tell my baby I’m coming home Please tell my baby I’m coming I called her up to tell her that I’d be home in a little while Two hours later, the cursor still blinks away Dinnertime has come and gone, so too has the late-late show I’m still awake, but my world is fast asleep I’ve tried, for time, casualty of an Idol life Just want to make sure she knows… The force of a thousand horses, couldn’t keep me away from here (My) heart beats like a thousand horses, with every step that brings me nearer I’m coming home… just tell my baby I’m coming home Please tell my baby I’m coming Images of future plans keep running through my sleepless mind Dreams that dangle on strings just out of reach The sands of time are running dry, and the clocks tick tock as days go by So I count the hours, minutes, seconds she’s with me I’ve tried, for time, casualty of an idle life Just want to make sure she knows… The force of a thousand horses, couldn’t keep me away from here (My) heart beats like a thousand horses, with every step that brings me nearer I’m coming home… just tell my baby I’m coming home Please tell my baby I’m coming
4.
Yesterday, I met a boy, musta been about three or four. His mother disappeared in yet another civil war. The war is far from done and the boy don’t stand a chance. He’ll probably be raised with a rifle in his hands. HIs eyes, they said “don’t cry for me. No, don’t cry for me. I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your shame. Your thoughts and prayers don’t get rid of my pain. No, don’t cry me.” Today I met a man, a ragged refugee. Who used to own some land, a couple dozen olive trees. Well, he’s all out of hope and his rocks don’t stand a chance, Against the bulldozers and tanks that have razed the Promised Land. HIs eyes, they said “don’t cry for me. No, don’t cry for me. I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your shame. Your thoughts and prayers don’t get rid of my pain. No, don’t cry me.” They asked me why God didn’t choose them. They asked me why God didn’t care. They asked me if it’s a battle worth losing. They asked me if they said the wrong prayers. With a blank stare, I don’t have the answers. A blank stare was all could give. A blank stare, well that don’t ask the right questions. A blank stare, that ain’t no way to live.
5.
Annabel Lee 02:05
I once loved a girl named Annabel Lee. Aweigh, hey, away. Until my captain called me to sea. Aweigh, hey, away for me. She called me a bastard and spat in my face. Aweigh, hey, away. Cause I told her I loved her and be back here someday. Aweigh, hey, away for me. With many young women, oh, I have been. Aweigh, hey, away. But none stole my heart like Annabel Lee. Aweigh, hey, away for me.
6.
Whiskey and triple gin, got me in a mess again When the jukebox ran out of my tunes So went down to the Village Greene, Where I could feel the grass beneath my feet As I sang at the top of my lungs All the songs I thought should be sung I sampled American Pie, paid homage to Sweet Caroline And took Rosie down old Thunder Road Thought of that Sweet Child O' Mine, as I belted Drunken Lullabies And the prayer that we're livin' on. And the songs, flowed one into the next So raise your voices: oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh And tip you glasses: lie, lie-la-lie Shout from the rooftops: na, na-na, na na na Oh-a-oh, lie-la-lie la-lie The police, they came rushing in, with their nightsticks and testosterone, and told me to hush up and hurry home. But I borrowed from NWA, said “Fuck the Police” in their face then rightly, they silenced me. And the night for me it was done. I woke up in a lonely cell, where solitude is worse than hell So I gave the Devil his due (And) I sold my soul for a sturdy beat, and lyrics that could carry me Way back to happier days Back to when we all the sang refrains So he summoned the Piano Man, lit me up a cigarette And poured Whiskey in the Jar And as the ants came marchin' in, a Tiny Dancer gave a grin Before she Shook Me All Night Long As we sang, the songs that should be sung So raise your voices: oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh And tip you glasses: lie, lie-la-lie Shout from the rooftops: na, na-na, na na na Oh-e-oh, lie-la-lie la-lie (2x) As the sun it came shinin’ in, the Devil came to collect The soul I had promised him But I told him he was far too late, cause I sold it back in ‘98 For a Brown-Eyed Girl named Sue But that Devil, I think, already knew Yeah that Devil, think he already knew So raise your voices: oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh And tip you glasses: lie lie-la-lie Shout from the rooftops: na, na-na, na-na-na Oh-a-oh, lie-la-lie la-lie (3x)
7.
I don’t wanna leave, but I gotta do what’s right. I gotta find away to support my kids and wife. A skip across the pond and I land in New York Bay. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. Up off the boat and onto the dock, I’m marching into war, it’s a race against the clock I’m praying to the rosary to get me throught the day. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. Walking down the street with my head held high, Until I saw the sign that said, “No Irish Need Apply”. It’s hard then I thought, it’s tougher than they say. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. I came to America, the land of the free To find a better life and support my family. But all I found was misery, blue skies have turned to gray. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. America, where have you been. You’ll pay for all their sins. So far, we’ve weathered the attack. Now it’s time to take your country… Back, back (whoa oh) Back, back, back (whoa-ay oh) Back, back, back (whoa oh) Now it’s time to take your country back Four years of college and an engineer degree, I went to school so I’d have opportunity. But now I work at Kelly’s Pub and I’m still waiting for a raise. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. But I don’t blame the foreigners for trying to survive. They’re just like our ancestors who struggled to get by. I blame the greedy bastards, robber barons of today. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. America, where have you been. You’ll pay for all their sins. So far, we’ve weathered the attack. Now it’s time to take your country… Back, back (whoa oh) Back, back, back (whoa-ay oh) Back, back, back (whoa oh) Now it’s time to take your country back Republicans and Democrats, you both have got it wrong. It takes much more than politics to sing your freedom song. Business as usual will lead us to our graves. By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. Building up the wall but not protecting main street Is like “cuttin’ one’s throat to cure a nosebleed.” As the sun comes up, I see the ghost of Jesse James By the grace of God, I’ll find another way. America, where have you been. You’ll pay for all their sins. So far, we’ve weathered the attack. Now it’s time to take your country… Back, back (whoa oh) Back, back, back (whoa-ay oh) Back, back, back (whoa oh) Now it’s time to take your country back
8.
We Are... 02:27
We are the voices that inspired generations. Spoke of peace, and spoke of frustration. We sang of freedom - and what it’d be like to be “Home.” Now our words, they echo through these walls of white Down Finglas, and to the pubs where rallies cry Through the rafters and across the channels of tyranny. ‘Cause we are the lovers, we are the righteous, we are the revolutionary fighters. We are the ones, who tried to change the world, and we are not content. The one who started was pure, he was innocent Those who followed weren’t guilty, they were patriots Who fought with - the strength of their tonsils and their feet. Our ideas, they bound us to this hallowed land Incited riots and the debates that we championed. They left our brethren wondering if we’d ever cease. ‘Cause we are the lovers, we are the righteous, we are the revolutionary fighters. We are the ones, who tried to change the world, and we are not content. We are the ambushed, but also the assassins Though it was our pens that made all this happen And in these pages, “ourselves alone” now ruminates. Critics said, we should’ve let the pieces fall, Just bowed our heads, and forget all the things we saw. But this is a mission - not suited for a rosary. ‘Cause we are the lovers, we are the righteous, we are the revolutionary fighters. We are the ones, who tried to change the world, and we are not content. (2x)
9.
Sunday morning in the village of the damned, The bells are gonna toll down in Birmingham. A bomb rings out just a little of after ten, Blood stained walls in the Promised Land. Four little girls can’t come out to play, Denise, Carol, Cynthia, and Addie Mae. Innocence lost, even the churches aren’t safe All because a white man came up with a plan. He didn’t want the black man to try to get ahead. Uncle Tom ain’t doin much. 400 years is long enough. Tear down the walls that divide us. A change is gonna come and it’s blowing in the wind. But someone forgot to tell the politicians. December 4th, in the middle of the night, Chicago’s finest and the FBI, Burst through the door in the pale moonlight, While Freddy lay asleep with his soon to wife. Shot like a dog while asleep in bed. Once in the shoulder and twice in the head. Now a son grows up and he’ll never meet his dad. All because a white man came up with a plan. He didn’t want the black man to try get ahead. Uncle Tom ain’t doin much. 400 years is long enough. Tear down the walls that divide us. A change is gonna come and it’s blowing in the wind. But someone forgot to tell the politicians. You bleed for your country in Vietnam, but don’t bleed at home for your fellow man. We’ve had enough of this.
10.
At the end of a lost city’s highway, it’s hard to tell where we went wrong Bad decisions seem to resonate. Lost in the sands of time, we swallowed all our helpless tears And our pride was not far behind Tear it down, to build it up again Higher than before Find a way, to start over again Stronger than before We won’t back down (2x) We read it in the papers, and see it on the TV screen That the world is changing now. Seems like the sky is falling, feels like the walls are caving in Take a shovel, and hand me my hammer now. Tear it down, to build it up again Higher than before Find a way, to start over again Stronger than before We won’t back down (2x) Even though our words fell silent, our thoughts were restless in our minds Seeing things through somber eyes. Seems like the sky is falling, feels like the walls are caving in Take a shovel, and hand me my hammer now. Tear it down, to build it up again Higher than before Find a way, to start over again Stronger than before We won’t back down (2x)
11.
One more song Daddy, one more song, sing me one more song tonight. I’ll keep singing and I won’t stop singing until you feel alright. Sweet dreams and melodies will get you through the night. Sing, one more song. Keep on smiling Tyler, keep on smiling, make me laugh again today. Don’t stop laughing, no don’t stop laughing, let’s play another game. Sweet songs and memories will get me through the day. Sing, one more song. There could come a day, But it don’t have to be that way, ‘Cause I will always sing you one more song. One more song. Don’t grow up buddy, don’t grow up, keep making that funny face. Keep making Addie laugh and dancing all over the place. At some point, we all get old, but that don’t have to be today. Sing, one more song. There could come a day, But it don’t have to be that way, ‘Cause I will always sing you one more song. One more song. I will always sing you one more song. One more song.

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This sophomore album from the dynamic Jersey Shore punk band, The Fullers, blends together songs championing political and social activism with upbeat sing-a-longs inspired by love and nights out at the pub.

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released March 17, 2017

All songs written and recorded by The Fullers. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Dan Skye at Skylab Studios in Roosevelt, NJ. Artwork by Krishna Mathias.

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