Battered Receptions

by Julian Fulton

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"True virtue resides within the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night."

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released May 12, 2017

Written and produced by Julian Fulton. Co-produced, mixed, and mastered by Adam Cichocki. Engineered by Adam Cichocki, Julian Fulton, and Adam Vaccarelli. Assistant engineered by Augusto Sanchez, Jr. Recorded at Timber Studios (Bayonne, NJ), Howie's Hideaway (Hazlet, NJ), the Donovan home (West Keansburg, NJ), and Retromedia Sound Studios (Red Bank, NJ). Art & design by Julian Fulton. Photography by Kristine Donovan.

Additional vocals on "Howl" by Kristine Donovan, Aidan Fulton, Howard Fulton, and Liam Fulton. Additional vocals on "Rosie's Disposition" and "For You" by Kristine Donovan. Additional claps and snaps on "Rosie's Disposition" by Aidan Fulton and Liam Fulton. Tenor saxophone on "Stranger's Advice" by Zack Sandler. Acoustic guitar, bass, claps/snaps, congas, drums, electric guitar, harmonica, keyboards, maracas, piano, sound effects, synthesizers, tambourine, ukulele, and vocals by Julian Fulton.

THANKS: Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters (especially Aidan), Adam Cichocki, Russ Eia, Kevin Wilson, Victoria Romano, Matt Fernicola, Mike Mehalick (Speak Into My Good Eye), Alice & Ed Magdziak (You Don't Know Jersey), Christine Feola (Dark City Entertainment), the Carriage House crew (YJY, Conor Meara, etc), Zac Silva (for helping put the sax part to paper), Sergio Casal, the Donovan family, every radio station / website / magazine / venue that's supported my music, all past and present members of The Zombie Gospel, all of the family and friends who continue to support and be a part of my music, anybody who'd consider themself a fan, and of course, Yogi, Jackie, & Lulu. Lastly, thank you to Kristine for literally everything.

In loving memory of Grandma, Rocky, Hailey, and America's last shred of dignity.

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Track Name: Howl
"What's the point in fighting when the writing's already on the wall?" Paul said to me
Then he said, "What's the point in breathing when you stop believing that you're ever gonna walk tall or be free?"

And I said

Howl from the belly of the beast
Can't you see that war is trying to conquer peace?
It's not a trick, it's not a script, it's not TV
It's your real life, open your eyes, they're trying to keep you in the streets [x2]

"What's the point in praying when things keep staying the way they are now?" Paul said to me
Then he said, "I'm getting tired of weaving past the stones they're heaving in hopes of knocking me down, locking me down, and tossing the key"

And I said

Howl from the belly of the beast
Can't you see that war is trying to conquer peace?
It's not a trick, it's not a script, it's not TV
It's your real life, open your eyes, they're trying to keep you in the streets [x2]

I'd run if I had somewhere to go
This daily hustle's all that I know
A triggerman that's ready to blow
A criminal before I was born
Into this world so petty and torn
Where angels are the ones with the horns
Something here has got to give
All I want to do is live
All I want to do is live
Let the tide roll by
It's time to leave it behind

And I said

Howl from the belly of the beast
Can't you see that war is trying to conquer peace?
It's not a trick, it's not a script, it's not TV
It's your real life, open your eyes, they're trying to keep you in the streets [x2]

Howl from the belly of the beast
Can't you see that war is trying to conquer peace?
It's not a trick, it's not a script, it's not TV
It's your real life, open your eyes

Howl from the belly of the beast
Can't you see that war is trying to conquer peace?
Howl from the belly of the beast
Not gonna let 'em kill us in the streets
Track Name: Rosie's Disposition
Constant, yet stealthy are the waves of insecurity
That, like a snake, coil around Rosie's last sense of purity
It's absurd, obscure, obscene, or somewhere in between
But true virtue resides within the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night
When it's dawn, her ageless alarm clock croons
With the battered receptions of old rock 'n' roll tunes
The kind her dad used to play before the day mom walked in on him
With the receptionist he started a new family with in Florida

That Halloween, if Rosie could remember
Grabbing a boy and drinking herself into November
Trying to find salvation, and pretending she'd found some
In the bottom of a bottle of rum she stole from her mother's emergency stash
Would she take it all back?
Or is small-town suburbia so uneventful that
You have to cling onto everything that ever could have been real
What better way to feel than every way and every how?
The time is now, the now is here
The here is you, and we're all here, too
And we're all insane to deny our pain
And embrace a place where no one will change

Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city

Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]

Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city

Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]

Rosie, cash in your coins
Pawn your jewelry
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city [x2]

Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Don't even wait for your hair to dry
Get on that train and say goodbye [x2]

Your disposition is to fly away, so why you tryna stay? (Why you tryna stay?)
Catch the train when you're done smoking
Ride it straight past Hoboken
On the way to the big, bad city
Track Name: Stranger's Advice
Little Ricky working 9 to 5
Trying to save for school, doubting that he'll make it out alive
Life's been rough, but he knows better than to wonder why
He bites his tongue to not sound dumb
Now sits wishing that he gave it the old college try

He laughed off the stranger's advice, but what if she was right?

Little Ricky painting his nails pink
Not a big deal, but his father always makes a stink
But never in the confines of a mattress-lined basement
He picks his cup up off the floor
And pours himself another gratuitous drink

He laughed off the stranger's advice, but what if she was right?
All he wanted was a little more than the liquor store could give

Little Ricky working for the NSA
Traded his soul for a buzzcut and a little pay
Seeing what everyone writes, but not hearing a single word they say
Clock in, clock out, daydream about the one that got away
Clock in, clock out, daydream about the one that got away

He laughed off the stranger's advice, but what if she was right?
All he wanted was a little piece of who he used to be
To circle back and sneak into the driver's seat
And throw it all away
Throw it all away...

Throw it all away
Track Name: For You
I tell you that one day you'll love me
But what really slaughters me is the truth
You were made for him, and him for you
What can I do?
Nothing, nothing
When I live for you
You, oh

Took what you need, you needed it more than me
A tactless ploy were we
Take what you have, I never wanted it that bad
It is worth it to have one less memory
Took what you need, you needed it more than me
Now you've got no reason to come back