Holly wood

The cost of fate, a real debate

String of pearls, adorn the girl

And every dream she has she turns to gold

Eyes of fire, systems wired

She is Holly wood

Candie heels, so pert and real

She is Holly wood

Cast your dreams though full of steam

You know Holly wood

And if Holly would … would you?

The car, a Jag

The part, a babe

Her looks adored

The camera’s whore

And everything she has she turns to gold

Full of fame, loss of shame

She is Holly wood

Broken down but never frowns

No, not Holly wood

Sell your soul, go for gold

You know Holly wood

And if Holly would… would you?

Fall, cry

Dreams die

But everything she has used to be gold

Eyes of fire, systems wired

She is Holly wood

Candie heels, so pert and real

She is Holly wood

Cast your dreams though full of steam

You know Holly wood

And if Holly would … would you?

Full of fame, loss of shame

She is Holly wood

Broken down but never frowns

No, not Holly wood

Sell your soul, go for gold

You know Holly wood

And if Holly would… would you?

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

© 2003 Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes.

5:50

Lipstick shine on Vaseline

Cover up my guillotine

Promises made are broken dreams

You said you’d come to this virgin queen

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

I need you, I want you

I bleed you, I haunt you

I want you, I want you

I need you, I need you

Blood soaked tears on trampolines

Conjure up a Siamese

Time stops in abrupt air

We were supposed to come but you weren’t there

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Lipstick shine on Vaseline

Cover up my guillotine

Promises made are broken dreams

You said you’d come to this virgin queen

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

Said you’d meet me at 5:50

I need you, I want you

I bleed you, I haunt you

I want you, I want you

I need you, I need you

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by friedAir Music

produced by Janet Lance

from the album “Drab” fry07

© 1999 friedAir Recording Company

Bernice

I’m covered in grease Bernice

Kiss me at least Bernice

When I’m in from pumping gas

You take my cash you silver lass, Bernice

Do you dance like Syd Charise, Bernice

When you die you rest in peace, Bernice

You never breakfast on cookies and beer

But you’re the only reason I’m here, Bernice

I cross my eyes, I cross my legs

Baby I walk a thousand steps

I bring you home in bags

Bernice, oh Bernice

Some people say maybe she’s gay

But I don’t see Bernice that way

She got my number, she won’t look me up

She knows I’m not just a young pup

Its her destination the convenience store vocation

She stocks it up, locks it up and always rocks it up

When she walks she stomps

When she eats, she chomps

She chomps…she chomps

She’s my favorite sinner, always the winner

If she were thinner she wouldn’t be my Bernice

She chomps…she chomps

I cross my eyes, I cross my legs

Baby I walk a thousand steps

I bring you home in bags

I cross my eyes, I cross my legs

Baby, you’re the bees knees

I can take you as I please

Bernice, oh Bernice

words and music by Patrick English and Bradley Jacobson

published by Union City Music/ FriedAir Music

produced by Patrick English

from the album “Pissant” fry013

© 2000 friedAir Recording Company

Allright Now

You’re down for the count wiping salted eyes

But they keep crushing you with their vented lies

You don’t hae to stay, wipe the tears away

Save it for another day and take your heart away

You keep pumping time hoping that they’ll stop

But they’ll keep running by til you’re about to drop

You don’t need the pain, take yourself away

Save it for some other day and take it back today

Allright Now

You’ve got to turn around

Turn them on and turn them out and turn your life around

Allright now

You’ve got to bring it on

Fire it up and knock them down

And turn your life around

They say it can’t be done, you’ve gone too far

But you know you’ve got the power to cut the loss

You can cause a change to rearrange

Everything that’s inside of their twisted rage

You don’t have to stay, you don’t need the pain

Save it for some other day and take your heart away

Allright Now

You’ve got to turn around

Turn them on and turn them out and turn your life around

Allright now

You’ve got to bring it on

Fire it up and knock them down

And turn your life around

You can see the lies, you can cut the ties

You don’t have to take it

Allright Now

You’ve got to turn around

Turn them on and turn them out and turn your life around

Allright now

You’ve got to bring it on

Fire it up and knock them down

And turn your life around

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Union City Music

produced by Swivek

from the single “Cherry Go Go” fry032

© 2002 friedAir Recording Company

Imagination

Well he came over me like a bird in flight

One more insititution traiter, a victim of the night

Well I know it’s not so easy to say no to glory

So what’s another indecent chapter

What’s another story?

I’ll just keep on talking so give me a little time

For all my body’s shaking to subside

Velcro flies and zippers, coppertone and leather

Hot unclad bodies, what could be better?

I’m feeling so estranged, it’s like being sedated

One more carnal movement to be imitated

I never wanted something more

I never needed so much

I never thought I’d be feeling someone else’s touch

This fabricated notion sticking in time

Is nothing but Imagination in my mind

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

SPASTIC VALENTINO

Spastic Valentino you’re such a prize

Look right through them with your X-Ray eyes

Every where you go you have celebrity ties

Such a prize!

Decked out in leather and Armani dreams

You knock them dead in society scenes

You come from such humble means

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

When you come down

You will hit the ground

No one will be around

You’ll be all alone

Spastic Valentino you’re so high class

Designer underwear and a bump up your ass

Getting high has never been such a blast

Such a blast!

Everybody knows when you are there

Giving them blow underneath the stairs

Everyone says, “He came out of nowhere”

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

When you come down

There will be no sound

No one will be around

You’ll be on your own

Spastic Valentino you’re such a drag

Your social license expired today

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

I wonder who, who, who do you know?

Spastic Valentino you’re such a prize

Spastic Valentino with your X-Ray eyes

Spastic Valentino you’re so high class

Spastic Valentino you’re just trash!

(Man you gotta get out of here,

we don’t want you round here no more

he’s just trash, what a drag

get out of here!

We don’t like you no more)

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

from the album “Bruised” fry039 and

the single “Spastic Valentino” fry043

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

Wish

I wish I could open up your skull and take a look inside

I’d pull out the contents of your head

And leave them in the sun to dry

I’d sort through the pieces that hold my name

And I’d put them right back in

You could memorize frame to frame

And take another look at me again

And you’d love me and you’d need me

You would need me then

And you’d want me and you’d see me

Yeah, you’d see me again

I wish I could cut out the latchings of your tongue

And hold on tight

I’d pull hard and open up your lips

And you’d say what I want to hear

We’d fall together in each other’s grips

And we could talk again without fear

Cause you’d love me and you’d need me

You would need me then

And you’d want me and you’d see me

Yeah, you’d see me again

Reality comes in doses…maybe I need psychosis

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Union City Music

produced by Swivek

from the album “Mexican Gods” fry030 and

the single “Wish” fry034

© 2002 friedAir Recording Company

NOT GONNA GET

When I locked the door told you I don’t want you no more

More means not enough and not that I want it rough

Rough is how I feel and we will never seal the deal

Dealing is what I do and now I just wanna be rid of you

So take to the wind and run for the hills

Cause loving you is like taking bad pills

And you’re not gonna get any love me from tonight

Say what you want and do what you can

But you’re never ever ever gonna be my man

And you’re not gonna get any love me from tonight

So you come around, looking me up and dressing down

Down is where you’ll go when I crush you to the floor

Floor me with your lies you are on borrowed time

Time for you to leave, sorry you lost out on me

So pout all you want and cry to your friends

But you won’t be seeing me again

And you’re not gonna get any love from me tonight

Vow your love and fall to your knees

But you’re not the kind that’s able to please

So you’re not gonna get any love from me tonight

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

from the album “Bruised” fry039

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

Love By Numbers

When you think you found a love unending

You’re just a fool, you know you are pretending

Soon you’re on your knees holding your heart

A broken shell, bruised, battered and torn apart

And then it’s 1 – you’re out to have some fun

And 2 – it’s still up to you

And 3 – you start to feel the need

Then 4 – you go back for more

And 5  - your love comes alive

And 6 – your heart is in the mix

Then 7 – you swear it feels like Heaven

By 8 – it’s hate

9, 10 – start it all again

You’ll hit the street to find out where romance is

Figure “what the fuck” it’s all about second chances

Soon you find another to help you pull through

A hot prospect that outlasts even you

And then it’s 1 – you’re out to have some fun

And 2 – it’s still up to you

And 3 – you start to feel the need

Then 4 – you go back for more

And 5  - your love comes alive

And 6 – your heart is in the mix

Then 7 – you swear it feels like Heaven

By 8 – it’s hate

9, 10 – start it all again

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

WHO WE ARE
(EXTENDED ROMANIAN BABY DISCO MIX)

You walk like you talk like you’re some form of allergy

You see what you want outside of your anatomy

You think that it’s real inside of your imagery

But there’s no cure for your kind of insanity

So do what you have to do, see what you need to see

Go where you have to go but stay away from me

Who We Are is who are we

We are what we want to be

We’re everyone you never see

Who We Are is who are we

A war is born inside of your attitude

You make or break just bring you latitude

You see a need to destroy all that you deem lewd

Then you come to us for some kind of gratitude

Say what you have to say, judge as you feel the need

Then just be on your way cause we won’t feed your greed

Who We Are is who are we

We are what we want to be

We’re everyone you never see

Who We Are is who are we

And who are we is who we are

We won’t back down we’ve come too far

We’re everyone you refuse to see

Who We Are is who are we

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

remixed by Orange Television

from the single “Who We Are” fry041

original version from the album “Bruised” fry039

and the single “Who We Are” fry041

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

Cherry Go Go

She loves the lights down in Hollywood

She wears her leather tight cause it feels good

She goes uptown, downtown, all over town

Looking for the boys who say “Go!”

They say, “Go Cherry Go Cherry Go

Go Cherry Go Go

Go Cherry go, go, go”

They say, “Go!”

You always know when she’s in the room

Cause the boys and the leather dykes swoon

She’s on the verge of insane

She’s always picking the brains

Of the boys who tell her to “Go!”

They say, “Go Cherry Go Cherry Go

Go Cherry Go Go

Go Cherry go, go, go”

They say, “Go!”

Her pouty smile might soothe you

But she’s been sent here to move you

Though she looks like a wreck it’s you she’ll reject

Cause she’s after the boys who say “Go!”

They say, “Go Cherry Go Cherry Go

Go Cherry Go Go

Go Cherry go, go, go”

They say, “Go!”

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Union City Music

produced by Swivek

from the album “Mexican Gods” fry030 and

the single “Cherry Go Go” fry032

© 2002 friedAir Recording Company

TEENAGE DREAM (COOL KIDS)

So you come around like you want to shake me down

You can’t take me on cause I’m a part of the cool crowd

I’ll fuck you up until I draw blood

This is the part we play down to the soul scene

But you can’t take away my Teenage Dream

No, you can’t take away my Teenage Dream

So we run away until we find a place

A sort of mental grace like a slap in the face

Lost virginity in a car that’s who we really are

(like a slap in the face)

We’re cool kids…we’re cool

Packed up in a small room

Roaches and the latest tunes

Everyone congregates, taking turns on the hot plate

Promising service to anyone more than willing to help a bum

This is our saving grace

Life without any boundaries

But you can’t take away my Teenage Dream

No, you can’t take away!

We’re the cool kids…we’re the cool

And you can’t take away my Teenage Dream

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Buzzee Bee Bop Tunes

produced by Buzzee

from the single “Who We Are” fry041

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

THERE ARE WORSE THINGS I COULD DO

There are worse things I could do than go with a boy or two

Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy and no good

I suppose it could be true

But there are worse things I could do

I could flirt with all the guys

Smile at them and bat my eyes

Press against them when we dance

Make them think they stand a chance

Then refuse to see it through

That’s a thing I would never do

I could stay home every night

Wait around for Mr. Right

Take cold showers everyday and throw my life away

On a dream that won’t come true

I could hurt someone like me

Out of spite or jealousy

I don’t steal and I don’t lie

But I can feel and I can cry

A fact I’ll bet you never knew

But to cry in front of you

That’s the worse thing I could do

words and original music by Jim Jacobs and Warren Casey

published by Edwin H Morris and Company 1974

produced by Buzzee

from the album “Bruised” fry039

© 2003 friedAir Recording Company

Eva

Brownstone wear she sleeps

Gutter smells and no heat

Thoughts of fucking help keep her clean

Cause she don’t need him no more

Fantasy or tragedy

It all depends on how you see

She can’t fly but she can fight

She turns to see the shadow’s light

She touches his face and smiles

I’m gonna buy me a gun

I’m gonna take care of every single one of you

Who sliced me through

It’s all I can do to stop the raging in my head

He tries to keep her calm

He touches her, she keeps her feelings down

His affection is not her direction

And she won’t feel him no more

Rhapsody or tragedy

It’s all in the way you see

She’s gone blind inside her mind

She turns to catch the victim’s eyes

She touches her love and smiles

I’m gonna buy me a gun

I’m gonna take care of every single one of you

Who cut me through

It’s all I can do to stop the raging in my head

In my head…

Smells of piss and blown steam

In an alley where she finally sees

The last conquest in her open game

That she doesn’t need anymore

Sanity or weaponry

It’s all in what you see

She turns the knife to her sordid life

She touches herself and sighs

I just got me a gun

I took care of everyone.

words and music by Bradley Jacobson

published by Union City Music/ FriedAir Music

produced by Swivek and Patrick English

from the album “Pissant” fry013