Johnny Pierre

Johnny Pierre

BandBluesSinger/Songwriter

I am a singer-songwriter who writes New Millenium Blues music; a modernistic musical style which evokes the immediacy of old time blues and jazz. Currently, I am actively seeking placement of my music in various forms of media.

Biography

Johnny Pierre has been performing and recording for the past 30 years in Long Island where he has been a popular fixture of the local music scene, performing both as a solo artist and as the lead singer & rhythm guitarist with a variety of musical groups (The Freelance Vandals, The Wonk Brothers, Mighty Young Fish, The Biscuit Kings, The Other Shoe and The Helpless Bovines).
As a songwriter, JP has composed over 300 songs for himself and other artists. Various projects he has been associated with include writing music for documentaries, theatrical musicals, films and web sites.
Currently JP is seeking placement of his songs and soundtrack music in various forms of media.

Lyrics

Adios King

Written By: J.P. Gelinas

The old ghosts call all night long
When they called our name, we were gone
Sentimental is what we were, a broken guitar disappeared in the night
Listening on the stage, Sunday afternoon got real strange
The flashing lights, the crashing drums
Where will we be when the morning comes again
A pocket full of magic, a broken piece of string
Nothing is forever, hear the children sing… Adios King! Adios King!
I remember this lonesome town, there we were lost in the sound
Faces called out for the songs and later we said our so longs… goodnight
A pocket full of magic, a broken piece of string
Nothing is forever, hear the children sing… Adios King! Adios King!
Now we whistle past the graveyard on our way
To the dead end future of a brand new day
Candlelight is all that’s left, shadow play forget the rest
Hide and seek, kick the can
Come on everybody, give the band a hand tonight
A pocket full of magic, a broken piece of string
Nothing is forever, hear the children sing… Adios King! Adios King!
Adios King! Adios King! Adios King! Adios King!

The King of Pop

Written By: J.P. Gelinas

Man in the mirror, China Doll,
Listen to the babies weep & crawl
Hoedown, Motown, that’s alright, Saw you on the tv late last night
Looking like a ghost with a hot dog grin, Get on board let’s do it again
Look out kids, here we come, Run to the land of the Rising Sun

Hey Hey What d’ya say, Gotta make a getaway
Change your face, feed your head…The King of Pop is dead!

Thriller was a killer when we went nuts, Dancing onstage with just one glove
ABC gee, what’s the point, Looking like a prize in a Thai-boy joint

Hey Hey What d’ya say, Gotta make a getaway
Change your face, feed your head…The King of Pop is dead!

Listen to the children call your name, “Mannequin boy! He’s so strange!”
Man in the Mirror, China Doll, Listen to the babies weep and crawl

Hey Hey What d’ya say, Gotta make a getaway
Change your face, feed your head…The King of Pop is dead!
The King of Pop… The King of Pop… The King of Pop

Songs From The Suburbs

Written By: Charles Ciany & J.P. Gelinas

SONGS FROM THE SUBURBS

Everybody’s mowing their lawn
Late at night, the sprinkler’s on
Washing the car & painting the house
Songs from the suburbs
hang in my mouth
Songs from the suburbs,
we live in the suburbs
Songs from the suburbs,
don’t wanna die in the suburbs
We get in the car & we go to Jones Beach
We get our egg salad at the local deli
Watching the TV, sitting on the couch
These songs from the suburbs
hang in my mouth
Songs from the suburbs,
we live in the suburbs
Songs from the suburbs,
don’t wanna die in the suburbs
Oh how nice to live a life in paradise
A two car family, a house
and a couple of kids…
I love those kids
Monthly lodge dues I got to pay
My wife, she’s in the PTA
I got a mortgage on the house
These songs from the suburbs
hang in my mouth
Songs from the suburbs,
we live in the suburbs
Songs from the suburbs,
don’t wanna die in the suburbs
Songs from the suburbs,
we live in the suburbs
Songs From the Suburbs

The Ghost of Ponchartrain

Written By: J.P. Gelinas

THE GHOST OF PONCHARTRAIN

Sammy Thibodaux is my given name
I was born on the banks of Lake Ponchartrain
Where the wind gets still when the moon is high
& the secret of love is in the Devil’s eyes
I’m comin home tonight with my ball & chain
I am the Ghost of Ponchartrain
I left this city back in ‘75
I was workin for a circus out in Telluride
I’m comin home tonight with my ball & chain
I am the Ghost of Ponchartrain
Hey yeah…
I see a little girl blue with a red balloon
Speaking Chinese in the preacher’s room
I see a little girl blue with a red balloon
Speaking Chinese in the preacher’s room
Hey yeah…

Cocaine & Promises

Written By: Raymond E. Finch & J.P. Gelinas

COCAINE & PROMISES
Gotta get into what ya get into, Hey man, what ya into now
Snortin that coke won’t do ya no good, y’all
You been blowin your nose out loud
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Oh yeah-- cocaine & promises…take a snort now!
When I go to a party on the night of a full moon
Everybody looking in the mirror, they’re all standing in the bathroom
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Oh yeah-- cocaine & promises…mmmm, look out!
Gotta get into what ya get into, Hey man, what ya into now
Snortin that coke won’t do ya no good, y’all
You been blowin your nose out loud
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Oh yeah--- cocaine & promises, won’t get ya through the night!
Take a snort now… Oh yeah!

Discography

Johnny Pierre:
The Mardi Gras Is Over, a limited independent release (2005)
Radio Lux, a limited independent release (2004)
The Ghost Of Ponchartrain, a limited independent release (2002)
Like Milk For Feet, a limited independent release (2000)
with The Freelance Vandals:
Songs That Never Made Us Famous (Dog Records, 1997)
Yer Money Or Yer Ears (Gunga Din Records, 1984)
single Holiday / Ma Cherie (Dog Records, 1979)
single Last Call For Alcohol / New York Girl (Dog Records, 1979)
with The Helpless Bovines:
Mr. Quasimodo (A Rock Opera), a limited independent release (1984)