My award-winning album’Patriot 2: A Celebration of Liberty’ is available now!

Credits:

Matt Fitzgibbons: Words, Music, Arrangement, Lead Vocals, Harmony, Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Harmonica, Drums, and Recording Jay Silverberg: Lead Guitars: Co-Writing of “The True Mark”, Harmony on “The True Mark”, & “Just A Whisper” and Bass on “Remember The Americans”. Bernadette Fitzgibbons: Harmony on “Freedom”, & “Remember The Americans”. Gene Calverely: Lead Guitar & Bass on “No One To Blame”. Rosalie Fitzgibbons (Mom): Violin on “In Deo Speramus”. To Bernadette, for her insight, encouragement, patience, enchanting vocals, and for letting me take over the livingroom with music equipment! Special thanks to Jay Silverberg (Rock Nurse/JJ Silver) without whom this project would not have been possible… for his friendship, dedication of heart, soul, time, energy and great wisdom; aidan & Cheryl Nolan for their friendship and valuable advice; to Chris Young, the Youngs and the Luhmans for their constant support; to Gary Fulton (Wager Studios) for his golden ears and passion; to Gene Calverely, for his friendship & finding time when there was none. And to everyone in United States’ past and present whose support & defense of our Constitution made this possible. Thank you for my freedom!

Lyrics:

Patriot 2: “A Celebration of Liberty” ©2006, Matt Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) Freedom ©2006 M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) You are… the thing that I hold dear. You are… the source of every fear. You are… what all souls would obtain. You are… what everyone can claim. And you give me hope when they let me be when you let me live life naturally. When I’m free to choose whether right or wrong I’m a little wiser and I’m strong. You are… what I must give to keep. You are… alive when I’m asleep. And you give me hope when they let me be when you let me live life naturally. When I’m free to choose whether right or wrong I’m a little wiser and I’m strong. Oh, and you’re slipping away drip by drip everyday. And you give me hope when they let me be when you let me live life naturally. When I’m free to choose whether right or wrong I’m a little wiser and I’m strong. And you give me hope when they let me be when you let me live life naturally. When I’m free to choose whether right or wrong I’m a little wiser and my soul is getting strong.

I’ll See You Again ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) I lost you on a distant shore when you were saving someone else and if anyone was second in your mind it was yourself. And I don’t blame the uniform, or the reasons you were there cause I know the kind of soul you are, you went because you care. And I’ll see you again though I can’t explain how, and I couldn’t say when. I can feel you here with me and it’s stronger than all of the warm memories Though I’ll miss the laughs I shared with you, and I’ll miss your smile. I’m glad that I could spend some time with you, for a while… for a while. Though I can feel you saying I shouldn’t cry for you, I can barely stand. It’s a harsh reminder one day I’ll die too, and understand. And I’ll see you again though I can’t explain how, and I couldn’t say when. I can feel you here with me and it’s stronger than all of the warm memories. I’m sorry for your friends and family, and I’m sorry for myself. And I hope the souls you gave your body for will help somebody else. And I’ll see you again though I can’t explain how, and I couldn’t say when. I can feel you here with me and it’s stronger than all of the warm memories. And we’ll see you again though we can’t explain how, and we couldn’t say when. I can feel you here with me and it’s stronger than all of the warm memories.

Remember The Americans © 2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) The telegram came, in the spring of 1943 I was just 18 when my country said that she needed me. The funny thing is, on my birthday, just the week before I went downtown in my only suit and joined to fight the war. My father, he fought in World War One to set Europe free. Mr. Wilson said he’d fight and spread Democracy. And he was on his way across the sea to fight for some stranger’s liberty And he didn’t know if he’d be back again He just hoped that they would remember the American men. But I went to Europe, and was wounded in ’45. And my brother he went to Tarawa and didn’t come back alive. All of my town remembers his smile before he left for the war. And I miss my brother so much, and God he loved the Corps. And we were on our way across the sea to fight for some stranger’s liberty And we didn’t know if we’d be back again We just hoped that they would remember the Americans. So many souls have offered their lives for strangers in need And no one can know its worth like the ones who’ve been freed. Well I skipped Korea but my son was sent to Vietnam and he made it home and had a daughter who’s grown to look just like her mom. And she graduates from the Naval Academy in the spring of next year. You’ll never meet anyone smarter, and she’s so sincere. She’ll be on her way across the sea to fight for some stranger’s liberty And we won’t know if she’ll be back again We just hope that you will remember the Americans.

No One To Blame © 2006 M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) I’m tired of hearing that the end is always nearing, and how we’re always wrong. Cause when they talk about our fall I sometimes think they’ve planned it all along. I’m tired of seeing so many people disagreeing over what is wrong or right. But the worst of moral crimes is to deny that there are times to fight. Do you feel like a fool? And have you ever been ashamed because there’s someone else you blame? You know I feel like a fool although I’ve never been ashamed, it seems I’m always being blamed by you. Do you feel like a fool? And have you ever been ashamed because there’s someone else to blame? You know I feel like a fool although I’ve never been ashamed, it seems I’m always being blamed by you.

Private and Free ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) The devil came to me one day and asked me why I didn’t pray And I told him he was simply wrong And as he glanced towards the door He said, “I didn’t come to lose one more, you know, I’ve watched you all along” I said, “You think you know me from things you can see but my mind at least is private and free”. That’s what I told him. Then I thanked him for stopping by he growled a bit and asked me why. I told him things were finally clear. “You see, if you exist then God does too I guess you didn’t think things through. It looks like you’re one behind from here”. I said, “Your days are numbered, that’s your destiny but my future’s still up to me”.

Speaking With The Dead © 2005, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) Looking in your mind and waiting for a sign You’re speaking with the dead and you don’t see you’re mislead. Looking in your mind and waiting for a sign You’re speaking with the dead and you don’t see you’re mislead. What do they show to you? What do they say you should do? Do they say what lies ahead? What do they promise you? How do you know that it’s true? Do you even know they’re dead? Even if it’s true that the whisper’s not from you are you sure it’s not a what instead of who? Looking in your mind and waiting for a sign You’re speaking with the dead and you don’t see you’re mislead. Looking in your mind and waiting for a sign You’re speaking with the dead and you don’t see you’re mislead.

Just A Whisper ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) If you’re standing on a crossroads and don’t know which way to go, you can always ask directions from your soul. Some call it just dilliusions and say that nothing is divine but that’s only proof they’re listening to their mind. And it’s always just a whisper but it always seems to know and it says which way to go. “I’ll hold your hand I’ll light the way I’ll tell you everything you need to know today I’m really you You’re not the shell you’re in or all the things you do.” And if you find you’re down the wrong road, and you just can’t turn around, you can always stop and listen for the sound. And it’s always just a whisper (whisper) making new crossroads appear and you’ll see them when you hear, “I’ll hold your hand I’ll light the way I’ll tell you everything you need to know today I’m really you You’re not the shell you’re in or all the things you do.” “Remember… I’ll hold your hand I’ll light the way I’ll tell you everything you need to know today I’m really you You’re not the shell you’re in or all the things you do Remember me!”

Using Both Hands ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) Your BB gun was a world of fun when you were just a little squirt. You learned the rules of defensive tools so that no one would get hurt You learned to breathe and you learn to squeeze till your aim was always true And you made the right of passage, man, with your first real .22. And now the New World Order crew, well, they’re making their demands They don’t feel safe if you are armed. You say, “Gun control…is using both hands”. The Founders knew the 2nd Amendment was the final one to keep to hold our other rights intact so we’d never become sheep. Stalin, Hitler, Mao, Amin and Pol Pot, they told us things that you never forgot You teach the lessons to your daughters and sons, to fear the government that fears your guns! And now the New World Order crew, well, they’re making their demands They don’t feel safe if you are armed. You say, “Gun control…is using both hands”. Well I prefer the .308 to the tiny .223 It gives me more than a thousand yards to protect my family! And now the New World Order crew, well, they’re making their demands They can pass 100 laws, but we still won’t give a damn. All our enemies, they know the deal, if they try to take this land They have no chance if we keep saying, “Gun control…is using both hands”.

In Deo Speramus © 2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) (Instrumental)

The True Mark ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons/Jay Silverberg (ASCAP) Once or twice in a lifetime, there are days, when we see past this life and the feeling stays. A little side trip vacation on the planet Earth. It’s up to us to choose what the time is worth. If we think that we need more perhaps we should try less, ’cause a smile is the true mark of success All we do is a hyphen they carve in stone, Even that will fade as our spirits roams. We can’t take our possessions on the final ride, but I bet we wear that smile on the other side. If we think that we need more perhaps we should try less, ’cause a smile is the true mark As I take my time and walk this life with ease I always bring my three kazoos in different keys. If we think that we need more perhaps we should try less, Cause a smile is the true mark of success.

Stand ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) I wonder if you share my passion to help patriot’s unite, to learn what we’ve forgotten, to protect the Bill of Rights While some say we should trade freedom for safety in these times, some betray us in the courtrooms, and rule saying “God” is a crime. What can I do? What can I say? How can I help us understand the price we’ll pay If we don’t stand today. Most of the world would like to see us fall and tell us how to live. With all their help from their friends inside to steal, what we won’t give. Guard your guns like the Founders warned and keep the Constitution clear. Learn to use both instinctively and fear. And fear. What can I do? What can I say? How can I help us understand the price we’ll pay If you don’t stand today… Today!

We Were Once Them ©2006, M. Fitzgibbons (ASCAP) If someone came out of the blue, and offered a wish to come true, and guarenteed keeping it’d be the one cost, would you ask for world fame or wealth, or infinite youth in good health, or maybe world peace or some love that you lost? In much of the world there are souls who can’t have such fanciful goals, they’re wishing for something resembling your rights. And we, we were once them and we will be again if we don’t learn the rights of men. Well you might say that you’d wish for a wish to have one million more, but isn’t the earning a thing why it’s great? Isn’t it freedom that brings, the chance to earn of all these things, so when it comes to our principles, why this debate? And we, we were once them and we will be again if we don’t learn the rights of men. They’ll all fade, lost in a fool’s trade. We were warned that they would for some false greater good we obeyed. And we, we were once them and we will be again if we don’t learn the rights of men!