Kingdom of Fear

by East Cameron Folkcore

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Double LP/CD available at eastcameronfolkcore.com for all domestic US orders and at www.ghvc-shop.de/detail/east-cameron-folkcore-kingdom-of-fear for all international shipping orders. A limited pressing of colored vinyl, one blue and one clear are now available through the GHVC shop as well!

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released 07 April 2015

Recorded at The Shelter Studios | Austin, TX
Recorded and Mixed by Chris Seyler (Andrew W.K., Krum Bums)
Mastered by Howie Weinberg (Nirvana, The White Stripes, Spoon)

For more information, please contact:
US Record Label: Nine Mile Records – rick@ninemilerecords.com
US Booking Agent: Rick Pierik – rick@ninemilerecords.com // Will Rhodes – will@ninemilerecords.com
US Publicity: Jeff Kilgour – jeff@thesyn.com
European Label: Grand Hotel Van Cleef – info@ghvc.de
European Booking Agent: Danny Simons – danny@ghvc.de
European Publicist: Benjamin Mirtschin – benjamin@fleetunion.com
General Contact: eastcameronfolkcore@gmail.com

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Track Name: What the Thunder Said
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

Bernstein • Dennard • Moore

they‘re all living on borrowed time and the clock is ticking greed is winning with their eyes wide open seeing through hollow minds working more, making less, taking pills to try and smile they bury cities underneath cites sprawling in and out of themselves they tear the old work out to bring the new work in they do it over and over and over again don’t over think it greed is winning

and no one remembers the fine line that they crossed to sign off on their own rights back when Orwell was still just sci-fi but who can pretend anymore greed is winning and the clock, the clock is ticking

it’s the corruption of all reason and rational minds being raped by religion and political swine they swallowed all the land just to grow poisoned fruit they fill their children full of fear seeing through hollow minds with eyes wide open there are no eyes needed here no mouth, no lungs, no ears born addicts, plastic habits scared crows blind to all that’s real

there are no more laughs just this sullen old raft and the dark stench of cold bloodied karma is it sinking in is it sinking in is it all sinking in I hope they can swim...
Track Name: Kingdom of Fear
KINGDOM OF FEAR

Bernstein

born and bred in a suburban prison common land in the Kingdom of Fear generations doomed by disillusion white picket fences holding ‘em in the dream is not dead; no it’s just overrated when all work is a war there’s no way out of the violence we’ve created the pain’s far too great to ignore

we’ll never grow up we’ll only grow older adults living in childish ways fail to realize we rely on each other and the more that things change the more they stay the same

still take naps and drink from the bottle still cry without cause not responsible for our own actions it’s always someone else’s fault

when I’m gone go-on make me a martyr license my likeness, collect lost fees plaster my words down the long plastic hallway where the good die like dogs, thieves they run free
Track Name: The Joke
THE JOKE

Moore

sun is shining it’s another day alive but I couldn’t break a smile if I tried another lonely evening another five and dime another week and the bills they are due

I know I ain’t the first to complain about money honey I know I ain’t the first man to be broke I’ve learned from my ancestors that burden’s nothing new better man have learned to survive the Joke

now the days are driving I’m just along for the ride working more, making less, taking pills now just to smile the past is a blur, the future's uncertain, and the present’s just a bore that now I can’t afford

I know I ain’t the first to complain about money honey I know I ain’t the first man to be broke I’ve learned from my ancestors that burden’s nothing new better man have learned to survive the Joke

staring into the eyes of the corporate elite as they rape what they sow and then kick you down the street staring into the eyes of my grandfather’s tears tears streaked down the flag, the flag he fought for, for years
Track Name: 969 (Nine-Six-Nine)
969

Moore

there’s a train blowing black smoke through a full yellow moon and it’s steaming through a west wind like an old tired croon

there’s a boat burning diesel past the island of two tree it’s heading for the horizon’s blood red sky in the east

oh sometimes it feels oh sometimes it feels like I can’t breath oh sometimes it feels, oh sometimes it feels like I can’t breath

there’s an old worn out picture in the hollow of the night that shows solutions to the equations if the questions they are right

so is it all just smoke and mirrors a hologram for the king or is life just a grand illusion

oh sometimes it feels, oh sometimes it feels like I can’t breath oh sometimes it feels, like I’m running out of time to climb back aboard the 969

I don’t know who I am or where I belong
Track Name: The Grerater Fool
THE GREATER FOOL

Moore

bread lines a police state where you gonna turn when the gas fills your lungs and there's a gun in your face

the clock is ticking on the age of reason don't over think it greed is winning

the bubble is building profits on the rise don't be left out in the cold

when the bottom falls out don’t be the greater fool

advertisements polluting our space get yourself a can of spray paint son and have your peace said without paying their rate

the clock is ticking on the end of seasons the food you're eating it's manufactured poison

the world we live in is dying there’s nothing left to blame except the ignorant to change so…

when the bottom falls out don’t be the greater fool when the bottom falls out
Track Name: Fracking Boomtown
FRACKING BOOMTOWN

Moore

they’re fracking down here in Texas fracking up all of the land they'll frack it on down to the water in the ground cause there's money to be made, there’s money to made, there’s money to be made in fracking boomtown

the thieves are down here in boomtown they're shaking down the drought stricken farmers "more water for fracking less water for rice!" they offer the poor as if they had a choice

fracking down here in Texas fracking up all of the land frack it on down to the water in the ground cause there's money to be made, there’s money to made, there’s money to be made in fracking boomtown

now my wife and kids are dying in a hospital seems the waters filled with some unknown disease the takers and lawyers say they’ll help with the bills if I just sign their 30 year land lease

fracking down here in Texas fracking up all of the land frack it on down to the water in the ground cause there's money to be made, there’s money to made, there’s money to be made in fracking boomtown

the bankers are cursing out the contractors for not returning more the cost they had borrowed as a suit wearing boots skinned with the back of a loon throws his match into a glass of water and as the flames went up, the fall came down the bankers just left to rise another boomtown the story goes on and the suffering never ends as boomtown is risen again and again

fracking down here in Texas fracking up all of the land frack it on down to the water in the ground cause there's money to be made, there’s money to made, there’s money to be made in fracking boomtown
Track Name: Modern Man
MODERN MAN

Moore

modern man he’s at it again his apathy’s so bold he knows it’s not ok but he lets it happen anyway oh no I told you so
Track Name: When We Get Home
WHEN WE GET HOME

Mongeon

they told us that we'd be home in twelve weeks it's been over 46 now at first I had seen snow-capped peaks and 38 men standing proud after 28 days of sand and caves an ambush knocked some of us down

when we get home it will be alright

like a bad dream out in Ghazni in the midst of an evening convoy Al Qaeda troops couldn't refuse to attack once they'd heard our noise an indiscriminate array of bullets took out an eight-year-old boy

when we get home we will be justified

I have never been an advocate for violence upon ourselves orchestrated by those who do not hesitate to trade lives in for greater wealth I hereby resign from holding the line and hold hope for cooperative growth

when we get home our hopes will be decried
Track Name: Protest Hero
PROTEST HERO

Moore

Chelsea Manning woke alone to a pestering smell prison cell walls leaking death through her hell this isn't the life that she wanted to lead to fight some damn war against these cowards and thieves

patriotic pride doesn’t override free beat downs on fags not allowed to say or ask they just force you to wear the mask while they maim and they murder and slay innocent lives

raise a fist for the protest hero who gives shit while your watching TV getting kicked in the teeth for freedom doesn't help a human feel free doesn't help a human feel free do you feel

Howard Zinn died alone on a stale afternoon and the flags all stood at high mast like salt in the wound

its the corruption of all reason and rational minds minds being raped by religion or political swine when the banks of the land enslave the masses with debt and the law gets it's cut from the lobbying crook they'll steal all of the land just to grow poisoned food so they can fill you with pills till you're covered in drool they’ll bury you in fear before you’re even out of school learn to serve and consume, learn to serve and consume

so raise a fist for the protest hero who's giving a shit while your watching tv getting kicked in the teeth for freedom doesn't help a human feel free doesn't help a human feel free do you feel free
Track Name: Our City
OUR CITY

Bernstein • Moore

now I don't recognize much of my home its been re-gentrified to push out the poor and all the friends I know are fighting for air while the folks with the dough still try to take what is not theirs

now I don’t know who you are but I’ve got no other place to go now I want to know

what have you done to my city what have they done to this town what have you done to my city there's no use in staying now

I served eight years in all revolved through the backdoor of a never ending war and that’s eight years and no change in pay while my wife and kids struggled just to eat twice a day and on the afternoon that I got home the banker showed up with an eviction note and my kids school just closed down while the condo’s grow higher in the sky downtown

now I don’t know what’s gone wrong this isn’t the life that I served eight years, (standing with pride, watching my friends die just to get home alive in time to get in line) fighting for

what have you done to my city what have they done to this town what have you done to my city there's no use in staying now

I feel the growing pains here in the streets met soldiers in bread lines still wearing fatigues while the white collared hipsters live beyond their means more moving parts to feed the machine held signs on the corner begging others for change when all that was offered were the broken remains of solutions to problems that nobody raised they’re keeping it weird but in all the wrongs ways

this cities been built on the old scattered bones of lost lonely punks with no other place to call home just kicked down the road fighting and screaming

what have we done to our city what have we done to this town what have we done to our city there's no use in staying now
Track Name: Blackheart for a Beating Drum
BLACKHEART FOR A BEATING DRUM

Moore

they can’t shut us up

there lives an evil state when the economy goes up so do the condo's boredom follows suit to eat up all the young they rise up up around us a black heart for the beating drum

they can't shut us up

night time comes and they're all sleeping in their new clean rooms band sets up across the street like set to howl at the autumn moon light turns on in the window man on the phone is bitching about the noise the cops they come and tell the musicians "shut up or pay the fine!!!"

they can't shut us up
Track Name: Newspeak
NEWSPEAK

Bernstein • Moore

now we’re forced to cope with the spying and all the pathological lying sold as legit I can’t handle it sick of this shit

when most days I feel so helpless just wading through all the wreckage ready to quit I can’t handle it sick of this shit born into this

no one remembers the fine line we crossed to signed off on our own rights back when Orwell was still sci-fi but who can pretend anymore

remember when we tried to solve the equation then gave up once we lost our patience is it sinking in I hope you can swim
Track Name: Into Hells Sea
INTO HELLS SEA

Kattar • Moore

modern man he’s at it again he’s building a shit I hope you can swim

so long to the innocence of yesterday like ships sinking fast it's all gone away along with the wonder of everything drowning drunk in towns of bible

we've burned all the wings of our guardian angels then thanked them for the ride now all that remains are these stray streets of rubble people starving for love waging war over trash there are no more laughs just this old sullen raft slowly drifting through the harbor

paralyzed in wonder by the words that she said “you weren’t big hearted you just had a big head" and the promises you slurred were the same ones she kept “so untie your rope now you’re free” she says, "leave me alone and take your misery there's nothing left for you to kill in me" now there are no more laughs just this sullen old raft slowly drifting idle in the harbor making way to sea

we’ve been naive and vain now and proud in the head mixing fear with denial who'd of thought this could end lying crowded on this raft, now gazing up at the stars a raft with no mast you won’t get very far at least for now our wounds will be salted soothed with forgiveness on blue ocean’s altar the waves hailed in torrents, “for you there's no redemption, no you took all you could and you've shown no contrition, bartering burden in hopes of forgiveness." cause now there's no more laughs just this sullen old raft and the dark stench of cold blooded karma like Mother Mary says, "let it be", so let it be sink sink sink, sink sink sink, sink sink sink into hells sea
Track Name: Goodbye to Fear
Goodbye to fear.