BARDO

BARDO

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandRockPop

Punky Pop Rock

Biography

BARDO is the creation of front woman Leslie King. Having been in the Los Angeles singer/songwriter scene for a number of years, King decided to branch out and follow a long time pull to explore her voice in the rock arena. Although BARDO started as a fun experiment, it soon became a powerful platform for her, both as a performer and songwriter. Partnering with long time friend and collaborator Rich Jacques (Producer) BARDO’s sound was born in the studio. Their first EP, “Recurring Dream” was released in 2008 and received significant praise from both media and fans. With this second EP, “You Like Me A Lot”, more risks were taken, more exploring ensued and what emerged was a truly authentic rock record. Combining a straight up pop songwriting style with an old school punk influence and a twisted sense of humor, Rich and Leslie feel they have landed on BARDO’s true voice.
“We started with a Southern California white trash persona for BARDO. But with this new record we’ve honed in on the underbelly of L.A. It took me 8 years to admit to myself that I lived in L.A. Like most people I found it superficial, pretentious, and vacant of community. But now I’ve had time to experience the many layers under that thick shiny, ugly exterior. There is an art to living here and keeping your sanity and there is a particular kind of suffering here that has not been given much of a voice. Especially I think for people who grew up here. It’s too easy to judge this place in the same way it’s too easy to judge pop music. When someone criticizes a pop hit I always say, “You try to write a meaningful pop hit asshole.” And now when someone judges L.A. or the people here I say, “You try to live in L.A. and hold on to your soul asshole.” – Leslie King

Lyrics

You Like Me A Lot

Written By: Leslie King/Kevin Hunter

Everything in orderly just the way you like it to be
Everything is perfect in this pretty little picture but me
You're ducks are in a row, they're swimming in a beautiful line
So why, why, why can't you get me out of your mind

You're the weather man, you're the perfect storm
You're Nevada sand, I'm atomic bomb
You're the boys in blue

LA is in my DNA

Written By: Leslie King, Rob Giles, Rich Jacques

My momma bought me some big ones when I was 16
Said maybe one day you can be in Playboy magazine
We had to mortgage the house
I lost my virginity
Then she called me a slut and kicked me out on the street

LA LA it's in my DNA
LA LA can't make it go away
Hey Hey LA LA it's in my DNA
Glitter flowing through the gutter like the blood in my veins

The junkie on the boulevard reeks of stinkin piss
The sunshine on my face feels like the perfect little kiss
The preacher on the corner is a Sciencetologist
I'm late for my appointment with my past life regressionist

LA LA it's in my DNA
LA LA can't make it go away
Hey Hey LA LA it's in my DNA
Glitter flowing through the gutter like the blood in my veins

My parents are gay
My guru's in AA
My neighbor is a porn star, tans with a spray
My agent's anorexic, under fed and over paid
We're tragically unique oh yeah it's such a cliche

LA LA it's in our DNA
LA LA export the USA
Hey Hey LA LA it's in our DNA
Glitter flowing through the gutter like the blood in our veins

We're grit we're glam
We're champaign and spam
Stars in our eyes and guitars in our hands
We're not waiters, we're actors
With no backup plan
And we don't give a damn if you don't understand

LA LA it's in our DNA
LA LA can't make it go away
Hey Hey LA LA it's in our DNA
Glitter flowing through the gutter like the blood in our veins

Fight For Me

Written By: Leslie King

I'm gonna write a little song
It's gonna be about my sorrow
And that stupid little cupid kid who shot me with his bow and arrow

I'm gonna write a fucking song
And if you refuse to hear me
I'll bury it away somewhere, shave my head and join the army

Cause you'll fight for anything
Your tough as nails it seems
But will you fight for me
You'll fight for anything
You're no coward it's agreed
But will you fight, fight for me

I'm gonna find a bad cliche
The kind that makes you with you were dead
And then I'm gonna torture myself and repeat it over and over in my head

I'm gonna buy a lot of booze
Climb down into my fox hole
And wait for you to find me there, straight out of my mind, way out of control

Cause you'll fight for anything
You're tough as nails it seems
But will you fight...

When bullets fly right by
You don't blink and eye
When bombs burst, rockets glair
Will you still be there to fight for me
Fight for me
Fight for me
Fight for me

Practically Sure

Written By: Leslie King

It's a circle, it's a circle and here we go around it again
It's a roller coaster, you love it but it never ends
One day I will look in your eye
One day you will be so surprised
One day you will rue the day
Cause you are gonna hear me say

Love don't look like that for me anymore
I know I've said it many times before
If you don't like it baby there's the door
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure

It's a riddle, it's a riddle and here we go around it again
It's the one I'm trippin over, I hear it but it won't sink in
One day I will figure it out
One day I'll know what it's about
One day you will rue the day
Cause you are gonna hear me say

Love don't look like that for me anymore
I know I've said it many times before
If you don't like it baby there's the door
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure

And when you walk away I laugh, I cry
And when you walk away I say hello goodbye
yeah yeah yeah yeah

Love don't look like that for me anymore
I know I've said it many times before
If you don't like it baby there's the door
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure
I'm practically sure

Cat Fight

Written By: Leslie King, Rich Jacques, Rob Giles

You're not fat you're just big boned
Lots of people die alone
you plus you equals second rate
Maybe one day you'll get a second date
I got my claws out prepare to bleed
I got my claws out prepare to scream

You look so good in white
Arms strapped behind you tight
Cryin in front of the mirror
Cuttin chunks out of your hair
He left you high and dry
And did I tell you that we're gettin hitched?
That has to suck for you
Knowing that he thinks you are a psycho bitch
uh oh....cat fight
uh oh....cat fight

Too bad you mad all those mistakes
I guess you don't have what it takes
You're measly fifteen minutes of fame
Was like mommy dearest on crack cocaine

You look so good in white
Arms strapped behind you tight
Cryin in front of the mirror
Cuttin chunks out of your hair
He left you high and dry
And did I tell you that we're gettin hitched?
That has to suck for you
Knowing that he thinks you are a psycho bitch
uh oh....cat fight
uh oh....cat fight

You used to eat fancy feast
Bows in your hair and pedicured feet
Now you're down in the alley like the rest of the strays
You better arch your back and lock your gaze

I got my claws out prepare to bleed
I got my claws out prepare to scream

You look so good in white
Arms strapped behind you tight
Cryin in front of the mirror
Cuttin chunks out of your hair
He left you high and dry
I'm sure I told you that we're gettin hitched
That has to suck for you
Knowing that you really are a psycho bitch
uh oh....cat fight
uh oh....cat fight

Karma Is A Bitch

Written By: Leslie King

Woke up too late to meditate
My peace of mind will have to wait
Cause for today I simply need to concentrate on why you're such an asshole
I guess I'm not enlightened yet
I can not love a hypocrite
Politically I'm incorrect, I'd rather be that than a fucking asshole

You're such and asshole oh oh oh
You talk about God with your hand up my skirt
You're a fucking asshole oh oh oh
You do that one more time I kick your teeth into the dirt
Sha la sha la, meditate on this
Sha la sha la, karma is a bitch

Woke up too late to go to school
I could not find the golden rule
Under the bed I found instead an article on how to deal with assholes
I guess I'm unintelligent
I read the fat and finer print
And still I could not get a hint or comprehend why you're a fucking asshole

You're such and asshole oh oh oh
You say you love my momma but she's black and blue
You're a fucking asshole oh oh oh
You do that one more time no telling what I'll do to you
Shut up, shut up, and hear this
Sha la, sha la, karma is a bitch

And oh oh oh I know I should feel sorry for you
But I don't
And oh I know I should go through the proper channels
But I think I won't
I think I won't
I think I won't

Woke up too late to meditate
My peace of mind will have to wait
Cause for today I simply need to concentrate on why you're such and ass...hole.

You're such an asshole oh oh oh
You're preaching the word with your hand on his thigh
You're a fucking asshole oh oh oh
You do that one more time I kick your balls into the sky
Sha la, sha la, might want to pray about this
Sha la, sha la, karma is a bitch
Karma
Is a
Bitch

Discography

You Like Me A Lot - BARDO - 2010
Recurring Dream - BARDO - 2008

Set List

All Songs are original
You Like Me A Lot
LA Is In My DNA
Fight For Me
Cat Fight
Practically Sure
Karma Is A Bitch
Run

Average set length is 45minutes