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Thursday, June 11, 2009

B.P. Fallon is our 'ELFIS'
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Category: Music

B.P. Fallon is our 'ELFIS'

This amazing 'Renisounds Man' shows love to Detroit's rock and roll oddities by displaying Bazooka Jones for the world to see and giving us the high honor of being selected 'Band of the Week' this Friday on his show 'Wang Dang Doodle' featured on the most excellent Breakthrough Radio.

Check out the wonderful energy of the man,
the music and the show here:
Wang Dang Doodle on Breakthrough Radio

B.P. Fallon

The Official B.P. Fallon Website Here:
B.P.'s Cyber Digs

Some wonderful footage of B.P. Here:
A Conversation With B.P. Fallon

"From his Brooklyn loft, rock guru BP Fallon discusses the past, present, and future of music - including stories of T. Rex, Johnny Thunders, Sid Vicious and more. More information about this series at www.hdsears.com and www.bpfallon.com." © Harley Sears

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Lunchbox Boogie: Sensitive and thought provoking verse.
Current mood:

amorous
Category: Music

Here they are. All of the lyrics for our original works that are on our second album LUNCH BOX BOOGIE.

The lyrics for 'She Bop' and 'Sugar Sugar' are not included as they can be found anywhere on the net.

Search under: 'bad bubblegum rock.'

We dream of the day that we too, might also turn up in such a search...

Dance Naked

Oooh do you see that girl there

Movin’ around?

Oh no can you see that boy there?

He’s holding his ground.

He feels her, her hip bone

Connected to his, his leg bone

And his leg bone

Is swinging in a…danger zone

Dance naked

And give it up

Shake shake it

Heat is gonna make ya…

Dance naked

Rev it up

Can’t fake it

Got to dance naked

She moves like a tigercat girl

Ready to feed

He’s groovin’ like he’s the King of the Jungle

Majestically

He’s in her erogenous zone

She can’t, she can’t leave him alone

She feels his…his love bone

Oh my how he has grown

Strip it down and let it go

Flesh tones coming through in stereo

Raw hearts, don’t care

Take off your clothes and leave them over there

Rock Off Records / The Creative Jones Group

You Suck

The night is kinda lonely

There's trouble in the air

I’d rather stay at home now honey

Knowin that youre loose out there

As losers go your pretty low

Even though you’re always high

You and me are history

Cause I’m done with all your lies

You suck

Make me wanna vomit

Throw up on the floor

You suck

I hate you and I mean it

Scum bag little man whore.

I f@cked you when I met you

A seven inch mistake

I dig your groove and the way you move

It’s just your mouth I can’t take

Coming on like you love me

Going on like you care

In yourmind there's a way out world

And it’s as twisted as your hair

Prince Charmingless kinda mean

Just a dickhead in diguise

You’re as fake as fake could be

Another dumb-ass stupid guy.

You suck

Make me wanna vomit

Throw up on the floor

You suck

I hate you and I mean it

Scum bag little man whore.

Rock Off Records / The Creative Jones Group

Masturbate Me

I know what you've got in mind
You show me yours, I'll show you mine
You'll share your blood like it was blood red wine
Sex ain't what it used to be baby
Masturbate me

I know what I’d like to do
But how many more have done it with you
It's like fifteen lovers in just one night
Sex ain't what it used to be maybe
But you could still masturbate me

I know that you’d like to play
But I'll think that I'll play solo today
You can't change your blood

like you can change your mind

Sex ain't what it used to be baby...
Masturbate me

Rock Off Records / The Creative Jones Group

Pussywhipped Girl

Your lying alone such a pretty face

You never thought you’d feel so alone

In such a pretty place

Those dirty dreams of a sweeter taste

Have brought you to your knees and made a dirty

Mess of your face

You lost control so quick

With men you had your pick

But since you took a lick

Girl your pussywhipped

You can’t imagine a man that’s not a thing you miss

Seems so far away just like your very

Very first kiss

When you parted the lips of Pandora’s box

What you didn’t know is that a heart

Sinks deeper than cock

Oooh girl now your sick

You should have stayed with dick

But now you got a lick

And your pussywhipped

Hey you’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped

Your breath smells like piss

Your so pussywhipped

You left the dirty boys

To play with softer toys

You cum to realize

When your down between her thighs

You’re her pussywhipped girl

Hey you’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped

The proof is on your lips

Youre so pussywhipped

Hey you’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped girl

You’re a pussywhipped

She straps on a dick

And youre pussywhipped

Rock Off Records / The Creative Jones Group

Lydia Chlamydia

Crawls around the city with a shitty little grin

and says she’s not for sale

Gotta need and she’s gonna find someone

To infect with her alley cat venom

Get it up on the run and get inside

Giving in to a round of drunken lies

Pressed in tight feel the bite when the burning

comes through in a week or two

La la la la la la Lydia

La la la la laced with Chlamydia

A lot of other lovers that have gotten undercover

And been ‘kissed’ by you
Spred a little bit of Lydia's lovin
A daisy chain from venerial heaven

Stuck it in skin to skin and now you'll pay
Get the pleasure of pissin out razor blades
F#Cks outrageous but the bitch is so contagious now you
You got it too

La la la la la la Lydia

La la la la laced with Chlamydia

She gives it up to anybody that'll take it
It doesnt mattter if she comes or if she fakes it
Such a pretty slut, dont even blush when she's touchin it
Ya know she's tainted, complicated
From the time that you got it up,
You should have covered up.
&l

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Saturday, May 09, 2009

Lunchbox Boogie: A few thoughts on our new album.
Current mood:

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Like a frustrated, horny old man, this album has been a long time coming.

The familiar adage, “Time is money”, hits close to home for struggling musicians (and the studio’s the frequent.) During the recording of ‘Lunchbox Boogie’, both time and money became increasingly scarce. But determined to top the ‘polluted bubblegum’ brilliance of our first offering, we forged ahead. Our mantra simple: Carpe Genitor…seizes the genitals!

Tools of choice: Les Pauls, Marshalls and a schoolyard panache for “humour erotique”. There would be no “impassioned songwriter” nonsense connected to this project. No 'flavor of the month' rockabilly twangnamit, ‘bad means good’ punk ja vu or Cookie Monster-core either. This was to be rock AND roll. Old school “groove and swagger” kinda stuff, delivered by “in crowd” outcasts.

Bazooka Jones has never aspired to be a socially conscious band. No desire to “wax political”…there are plenty of bands out there willing to bore the shit out of people with their wrist slitting anthems, raging against some sort of machine or another. Bazooka Jones is about rock and rolling all nite, ballroom blitzing, banging gongs and getting it on.

These days, a well crafted, catchy song seems the kryptonite of the ‘Superhip.’ They dismiss that type of song craft as “un-original” and equate it with “selling out.” I’ve proudly plagiarized the line and repeated it many times since…”FUCK SELLING OUT, WE’RE BUYING IN,” and as far as that “originality crap”, totally original music can many times be like a virgin. Fresh yes, fun, not so much. Besides, if we desired to be ‘totally original’, we could just bang pots and pans in 7/8 time while screaming “in tongues,” as there seems to be a big demand for THAT!

So consider ‘Lunchbox Boogie’ your declaration of blissful ignorance. A guilty pleasure that goes straight to the hips, coaxing you to shake your ass in the face of your “inner adult”. Crank it up, and ‘Dance Naked.’ It’s ok.

It’s ok to dig music that’s not trying to save planet earth. It’s ok to say ‘piss off cold world’ while you get your Bazooka Jones on. The bills will be there in the morning, as will the hole in the ozone and corporate greed. The sperm whales are gonna have to take care of themselves today; there are smaller fish to fry. And we plan on frying them up proper, with Les Pauls, Marshalls and some faux French phrase for ‘naughty humor.’

~ Bazooka Jones

Read what the critics are saying about Lunchbox Boogie.

"...an American rock and roll band at last!" ~ R.W. Emerson

"Lunchbox Boogie is a work of such emotion depth, and sonic brilliance...I am sure that if I could hear it, I would absolutly love it.." ~ H. Keller

"...it (Lunchbox Boogie) has been a real eye opener and I've made some real progress since listening to it...to think that all this time, it has been my father that I've wanted to sleep with and my mother I've wanted to...who whoulda thunk?" ~ S. Frued

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Roll Is King
Current mood:

naughty
Category: Music

Viagra and I are huge rock AND 'roll' fans. As far as we're concerned, you can keep the rock if it don't roll. We gotta have groove and swagger. I think you can blow right past the 'roll' if you play to fast. You also have no roll if you fill every second of a tune with guitar...gotsta have spaces. It's the beat baby, and I still think the most important instrument in a rock and roll band is the drums. If you were on a desert island and could only have one instrument, you could still play rock and roll if you had a drum set. It's that beat...it's that God damn beat...

Keith Richards nailed it when he said:

"The biggest cliché in rock'n'roll is...
There's no roll." "They forgot the roll and they only kept the rock.
The roll's the whole damn thing dude, the rock is nothing, deal with it, the roll is king!
Unfortunately most cats don't get behind the roll."

Amen Mr. Richards...
~ Bullethead Schmullethead