Sweet Chin Music

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    No Return

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Lyrics

My Blood Is Red
 
I am a lion and I must kill
Everyday I seek a new thrill
A sick lust that I must fulfill
And when I spill, stand still
I got to go and plant my seed
Nobody punishes my bad deeds
I need what I want and I want what I need
And when I bleed, I feed

Yeah, my blood is red
When I hunger it must be fed
Yeah, it has been said when blood is red
There’s a thirst you cannot quench
In blood this life is drenched

 
This is my jungle and I am king
I am insatiable and that's my thing
My alpha beats while my hearts sings
And when I swing, it stings
My sanguinary is my fuel
I missed the point of every lesson at school
It's crimson and I'm cruel
But that's cool because I rule
 
Little Something

 
Friday and I’m trying to forget
I see your cigarette and we start talking
I say "I don’t even know your name"
It always goes the same
So let's start walking
When you roll a joint I must unmask
I got a question I just have to ask
 
Have you got a little something there?
Have you got a little something for me?
A little something

 
Saturday and I’m trying not to think
That’s why I’m staring at your drink Mad Dog 20-20
I say "don't hold the bottle tight
Pass it to the right, you know there's plenty"
From a hit-flask you kick back the ghost
How did you know that’s what I like the most
 
No Return
 
I see your actions, I listen to your words
You speak louder when you can’t be heard
I know you want to cross it
Your Walking enemy lines
One step forward leave them all behind
 
Now you’ve gone too far, you ain’t safe anymore
Another story, another scar
You ain’t safe past the point of no return

 
Now your friends are leaving
Now you’re on your own
The future’s darker when you’re all alone
Now you’ve gone and done it like never before
Your good name is now never more
 
Semper Fi
 
I ain’t looking for trouble, trouble’s looking for me
And I’m crawling through the rubble
So sick of being free
You just keep doing what you’re doing
Rebuilding what you ruin
Keep on thinking what you’re thinking
Now hear what I think now
 
Semper Fi, I see your temper fly
Semper Fi, I don’t want to see you gone before your number’s up
I don’t want to see you gone

 
If time is money I think we're spending too much
On fighting for nothing, or nothing as such
You keep saying what you're saying
You're Kneeling while you're praying
That somebody's listening
It goes on and on and on

I’m March-ing on April, you’re marching on Rome
Slow and single file, until the cows come home
You're falling I'm flying
I'm living while you're dying
Yeah I feel what you feel
That this war ain't real
 
Jersey Dolls
 
Hush little baby hold out your hands
Daddy’s going to buy you a rock ‘n’ roll band
Won’t need passion, won’t need heart
Ride daddy’s wallet right up the chart
So do you want him? Do you want her?
Whoever you want gets a Stratocaster
Pay for your lessons, drive you around
Be your gravity and keep your feet on the ground
 
Then, yeah, you might make and that’s fine by me
When I own the record company
You might make it and I know, I know
It won’t be long before you go
Before you go
 

Some call me sick, they call me a pervert
Gonna cram my daughter in the tiniest skirt
Fishnet stockings and a see-through bra
Guarantee my baby is a rock n roll star
When I say “play” you play with no delay
Primadonna  clay, molded my way
All I got to do is keep the air in your head
Get you on that stage, smack your ass red
 
Oh yeah, you might make and that’s fine by me
All attitude, no integrity
You might make it and I know, I know right
It won’t be long before you go
Before you go

 
Hush little baby don’t you cry
Daddy’s really mad do you wanna know why?
Invested in you and you didn’t make shit
All that I wanted was one lousy hit
 
Now no, you won’t make it on pills and alcohol
With the soft plane fabric of a jersey doll
You won’t make it and I know, I know
Kill the band going to kill the show
Kill the show

 
Superkick
 
There’s a move by a man from San Antonio
Steals the show and it brings down the Alomodome
And if you don’t know, now you know
Show respect where you can
Show respect for the man
Or a kick to the chin will help you understand
Watch out cause he's tuning up the band
 
When you see him coming at you, you’ll get your defeat
Next you’ll hear the music, never heard a sound so sweet
You got to duck, you got to dive
Got to dip to survive and come alive
Because the finisher is coming up, real quick
Superkick

 
With a slap of the hip and the stomp of the Mat
With a shake of a snake and the speed of a cat
Soon you’ll be flat upon your back
Punch and a chop and a choke and a lock and a drop
Hear the crowd pop when he flies from the top
Now it’s time to get your show stopped
 
Anaconda Vice
 
In a situation where I run into a fuckin’ wall
Got my education but that taught me nothing at all
Need an explanation of why I can’t break this down
When I look around and see my surrounds everybody else is here to
 
It’s like an anaconda has wrapped itself around our lives
This snake getting longer, sucking on the trouble and strife
It’s grip gets stronger, we’re all addicted to the vice
If you’ve got the gall stand up tall
Put your reservations on ice
Anaconda Vice

 
Need some aggravation cause it seems I’m surrounded by ghosts
No exaggeration, it’s a million times better than most
Start the segregation of the mind right from my soul
When you’re down in a hole there’s only one goal:
Dig a little further on down

It’s like an anaconda has wrapped itself around our lives
This snake getting longer, sucking on the trouble and strife
It’s grip gets stronger, we’re all addicted to the vice
If you take the chance to get up and dance
I've heard that it feels real nice
Anaconda Vice

 
Cowboy Christ
 
Take two, yeah it's coming through and it's right on cue
Revelations coming true
His church is the old saloon and it's mass at noon
Ten paces in the afternoon

Yeah, Cowboy Christ
Face smooth with an evil groove like Powers Booth, oh yeah
Jesus coming back to prove that we can improve
All right now

Mislead east their daily bread they're the walking dead
The misread better bow their head
One flow going down below, it's going down below
Mankind has an overflow

Yeah, Cowboy Christ
Downstairs is where you're gonna roast
He says you're gonna roast, oh yeah
Jack Daniels is the Holy Ghost, so shoot the Holy Ghost
All right now, so cool he's cowboy cool

Cowboy Christ judging who is wrong or right
Judging hard with all his might
Cowboy Christ thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Thy will be done, I'm talking everyone gone


Last call for the bar room brawl before the heavens fall
Last dance at the goodbye ball
A fine line between soul divine and a bottle of wine
Intervention right on time

Yeah, Cowboy Christ
Tough toss when you cross your boss
When you "cross" your boss, oh yeah
Repent before you get spent, before you get spent
All right now, so cool he's cowboy cool

Our father, who art in heaven
Cowboy be thy name
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread, forgive us our trespasses
But not those who trespass against us
Lead us into temptation, deliver us to evil
For thine is the kingdom, the power, the glory
Forever and ever, Amen
 
Cowboy Christ judging who is wrong or right
Judging hard with all his might
Cowboy Christ thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Thy will be done, I'm talking everyone gone
Cowboy Christ, taking back his father’s land
Smith & Wesson in his hand
Cowboy Christ thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Thy will be done, I'm talking about the holy son, the one


Montreal
 
He’s a technical wrestler
I guess that’s what he’s best at
And his legacy echoes but now he’s wrestling with shadows
He’s the excellence of executing monotone interviews
Survivor Series back in ’97 when he refused to lose
In Montreal he declared he would not drop the strap
When HBK hit the sharpshooter I swear I saw you tap
 
Bret screwed Bret
 
Here comes a side-Russian leg sweep
Then an elbow from the top
And you’re putting me to sleeper, another atomic drop
You wear shades and so do I but I don’t wear pink tights
In Montreal your choice was wrong what Michaels did was right
Now I’m a fan of Vince McMahon when he called for the bell
You spat in his face, punched him in the eye
Condemned them all to hell
 
When The Sky Falls
 
This past year there was a fear
That this one could be our last
A foreign thought but one we knew that could be true
Are we still young? It ends so soon
Looking back on all the good times that we had
We killed the fear and for a short time we were glad
But now we wait
 
What I know is what I know
What I feel is what I show
Don’t feel so bad
Well I'm prepared when the sky falls


Continue what we have been through
Grow up fats and get old strong
Look around and see so many hanging on
It's never gone, it just belongs
In the prequel to the feature that we've found
We build the funds to get the sequel off the ground
But that can wait
 
Bloodshot
 
I close my eyes and I see what’s in front of me
Sometimes it ain’t what it’s supposed to be, turn 180 degrees
In this confusion I foresee much anxiety
But right is right and that’s the slight cost of being free

Let something go
Visions claw me back, they claw me back
 
All of this time we’ve been running blind
Losing what we find
All of this time, fear is what I’ve got
What it’s not is bloodshot

 
As those years go passing by ask that mirror why
All those things that you wish you tried
Hindsight doesn’t lie
In this confusion I won't cry, one long hard line
All along what you thought wrong takes you so high
 
Born To Ride
 
Like The Boss said back in ‘75
I was ‘Born to Run’ just to stay alive
Now I’m here standing still
With nothing but time to kill
Love is wild and love is real
And I've walked in the sun, yeah I know how it feels
The boys in the factory still call me a tramp
The backseats of their cars seem mighty cramped
 
I was born to ride, no place to hide
Back to the place in the sun
Now I’m your passenger baby there ain't no need to run
There ain't no need to run


At night we freeze to death in our runaway English dreams
No bones ripped from our backs but nothing is what it seems
Well the highway's still jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
No one knows where the highway goes
We're all just trying to survive

They say this girl named Wendy went and left our town
They say she hit the road, no slowing down
With her family left wondering will she ever go back
And right now man I am on the same track
Sometimes I wonder will I ever go back
Sometimes I wonder will I ever go back oh yeah
 
Contaminated
 
We have infected the water
We got the whole supply
It feels so good to be poison
Beneath a steel sky
Yeah, beneath a steel sky
 
On the inside and on the outside
There is no flip-side
We’ve been contaminated

 
I’m feeling radioactive
I could be causing harm
I’m feeling caustic and toxic
Somebody sound the alarm
Yeah, somebody sound the alarm
 
Somewhere Else
 
I don’t want to be here, it’s not that I don’t fit
It’s just I get the feeling that it’s time to split
And if I had wings I would fly so far away
But I want to take you with me
And I know you've got to stay
 
My life’s an endless carousel
No water, no money in my wishing well
I don’t blame me, I don’t blame what I’ve done
I just blame where I’m at and I wanna be…
Somewhere else

 
I used to know me but then I sold my soul
For sex and drugs and heartache
Kept me deeper in this hole
And I’ve been trying to climb out for so long
And I try to hide the symptoms but I know that something’s wrong
Title: Sweet Chin Music
Type: Album
Tracks: 14
Producer: Ronnie Bomb
Label: Self Release
Release Date: 04.09.09
Availability: Physical (200 Copies)

Review Quotes

"Swaggering punk cum rock here with a melodic mix of adrenalin rush guitar, thumping drums and turbo bass that is thoroughly infected with snarl 'n' sneer vocals of the effective kind. There's a whole watershed of influences and styles thrown into the mix reflecting the bands appearance and holistic delivery. I consider this an educated and cultured concoction with careful insight taken into each and every ingredient before it is thrown into the melting pot. Each song has its own character with many idiosyncracies and punky pustules all adding to the final tingle. Scissor kicking punk 'n' roll delivered with articulate excellence and astonishing accuracy.”
Fungalpunk

"Get on ya Harleys and lets go, this turbo charged rocker has the Bombs free wheeling on evil gasoline and had me drifting off down that endless highway. The Senton Bombs can take a well deserved bow. A very impressive benchmark. I recommend you get hold of a copy." Woodstock

"A demonstration of some fine grungy rock n roll with driving drum beats, thumping bass line, fret melting guitar and awesome vocal delivery. This brand of grungy rock n roll fueled punk is candy for the ears. A fine CD from and fine band."
Moose Mann

 
 

Credits

Joey Class – Bass/Vocals
Damien Kage - Guitars
Scott Mason – Drums

Recorded & Engineered by Ronnie Bomb

Tracks 1, 3, 7, 8, 10 & 13 written by J. Class/D. Kage
Tracks 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 11, 12 & 14 written by J. Class
All lyrics by J. Class
Album Artwork by Dean Reilly
Album layout design by Gunslinger A/V
Album Photography by Louise 'Peg' Eggleston
Album logo design by Stephen 'Kid' Liddle
Lead guitar on tracks 11, 13 & 14 by Johnny Gibbons
Lead guitar on track 12 by Ronnie bomb
Intro vocals on track 1 by St. Peter's Church Choir
Additional percussion by Ronnie Bomb & Damien Kage
Backing Vocals by The Senton Bombs & Ronnie Bomb

Track Listing

1.   My Blood Is Red (5:28)
2.   Little Something (2:28)
3.   No Return (3:35)
4.   Semper Fi (4:00)
5.   Jersey Dolls (2:16)
6.   Superkick (3:14)
7.   Anaconda Vice (5:06)
8.   Cowboy Christ (5:00)
9.   Montreal (1:52)
10. When The Sky Falls (4:04)
11. Bloodshot (2:57)
12. Born To Ride (2:26)
13. Contaminated (3:03)
14.
  Somewhere Else (2:39)
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