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The Big Bucks

by Bony Macaroni

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1.
F.I. 01:09
I wanna opt out of a scenario where we pretend It’s fine to be living in a hell of a shit show I just think it’s really fucking incredible how I’m working overtime, disentangling my worth and my cash flow Maybe I’m fundamentally incompatible with whatever it is we’re trying But, I don’t think I’m the only one
2.
MDA 03:54
A broken heart, a shitty year So, let’s digest the souvenirs Yeah, tonight I’m feeling lovely and wholesome, chemically induced My callosum, from hemisphere to hemisphere carries love I need a beer and a meaningful and real conversation, with a proper dose of touch and flirtation They said ‘love your cortex, get high on life’ You know, I’ve tried all that But shit got harder, but I got pleasure on the way Feels like my eyes are gonna pop out every single fucking day Shit, I got water, took what could be MDA Feels like my eyes are gonna pop out, my eyes are gonna pop out So, grind your teeth and rub my back I’m waiting for that heart attack, cause this vibe is a vibe to fucking die for Lemme open up like those veterans, let’s get clinical Let’s get better and find my true self and prosper Transcend, like a Zen motherfucker They said ‘love your cortex, get high on life’ You know, I tried all that But shit got harder, but I got pleasure on the way Feels like my eyes are gonna pop out every single fucking day Shit, I got water, took what could be MDA Feels like my eyes are gonna pop out, my eyes are gonna pop out Well, shit got harder and harder, but I’ll find a way Let me just sweat this one out Let me out of this place Well, shit got harder and harder, but I’ll find a way Let me sweat just this one out Sweat this one out Shit got harder, but I got pleasure on the way Feels like my eyes are gonna pop out every single fucking day Shit, I got water, took what could be MDA I’ve got some memories to block out, so something’s gotta pop out
3.
Another death in the family, another price on a head, another chance to look back, appreciate what we had It was a crime, it was murder, but no one really got caught The ashes in the ocean, but the ashes were yachts And that death was a life’s work, gone just like that Sold the house that you built, couldn’t cover the debt Tried to climb up ladder, but they wanted you to drown Told you to stay in your place They tore the whole thing down Now, it’s Monday and you woke up at noon, because on Sundays you’re working under the moon, while some dumb rich asshole is rakin’ in the big bucks while he’s sleepin’ in Sometimes you’ll think it was you and it just wasn’t enough But hey, believe me they want you, ‘till your spirits are crushed So, they’ve robbed you of lifetime that could’ve spent with us For sigh of relief when the line goes up Now, it’s Monday and you woke up at noon, because on Sundays you’re working under the moon, while some dumb rich asshole is rakin’ in the big bucks while he’s sleepin’ in So now you’re breaking your back, and they’re upping the pressure and I can feel the ice start to crack So, do we keep our heads high and work hard or whatever? Can you do that again, and bounce back? Now, it’s Monday and you woke up at noon, because on Sunday you’re working under the moon, while some dumb rich asshole is rakin’ in the big bucks while he’s sleepin’ in The big bucks
4.
Marissa 03:29
Marissa, I don’t have the charisma Every single fucking thing’s for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Do you think it’s unacceptable I’ve been feeling quite expendable? Bodies in spaces, yeah, I know the deal You know stuff I could never know You’re patient, I’m insatiable You allow yourself to feel the things you feel But, I can’t think like that I can’t feel powerless Sometimes I feel like giving in Marissa, I don’t have the charisma Every single fucking thing’s for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Wish I could try your life a bit Wanna be on that freaky Friday shit A redemption arcade, shooting shit, alright You remember stuff that I forget You’re lovely, I’m inadequate You’re the sunrise that could end my darkest night Marissa, I don’t have the charisma Every single fucking thing’s for sale, but i got nothing to sell ya In this hellscape of an economy, what man can afford to go to therapy? So, baby, what do you do when you feel alone? Cause, there’s no comfort in testosterone Marissa, I really fucking miss ya I don’t need no fucking bitter pill No, I think I could try Marissa, I don’t have the charisma Every single fucking thing’s for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya Marissa, I don’t have the charisma Every single fucking thing’s for sale, but I got nothing to sell ya (I don’t have the charisma, oh Marissa, oh Marissa)
5.
I’m passing the big fans pointed at the trucks, filled with living things in crates wishing they were ducks swimming in the pond a couple blocks from my house But, me? I have a job that I cannot do without And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time Mom & dad said that’s what you’re assigned sometimes I’ll have it your way I guess, I’ll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I’ll have it your way I guess, I’ll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I’m stacking my boxes, they’re full of body parts My alienation is off the charts And when I get home, I’m still a worthless motherfucker And, yeah, I blame the Bezos, the Gates, and the Zuckers And so I grit my teeth for 8 hours at a time I hear machines around me choppin’ and I start to fantasize I’ll have it your way I guess I’ll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste I’ll have it your way I guess I’ll spend my better days in this shitty fucking place Grind me into the paste
6.
She put tissues in her sock Broke her shoes in on our walk My baby and I, nothing to put under our mattress They’re selling all their stock Cause, it’s a necessary phase It’s the dark darkest of days “I hope you’re ready, you’ve got some shit to carry You just gotta run and ignore pain” But, the bootstrap’s a knot Tried to pull me up, but my hands got caught Again, I bleed out for what? For what? Was gonna start this thing for real Ready to spin the fucking wheel But, I guess it’s not my time, I want more than I can ask for So, what’s the fucking deal with all the riches on TV? “They want the best for you and me” I hope you’re ready, your money turned confetti “You just gotta run, there’s no guarantee” But, the bootstrap’s a knot Tried to pull me up, but my hands got caught Again, I bleed out for what? But, here I am pulling anyway on a bootstrap, a knot Tried to pull me up, but my hands got caught Again, I bleed out for what? For what? The panic, it sets in My blisters, my dead skin I pull off with the band aid The rent’s due, it can’t wait My knees hurt and my head spins I’ll give up, I can’t win I am, I was always the many, the deadweight But, the bootstrap’s a knot Tried to pull me up, but my hands got caught Again, I bleed out for what? I tried my best, but I forgot to ask myself for what?
7.
Bombs Away 03:46
It’s not hard learn to love the bomb when it ain’t right above your head Hear a cartoon falling noise increasing in pitch, shadow’s getting bigger like everywhere There’s a big red X right in front me and I think I could make it out and the sirens say “you’ll end up in a ditch if you don’t get the hell out of there and make mommy proud” So, the hell out of there and make mommy proud And it said “bombs away” before I begged for it to work me to the bone And, whatever is left of me can’t not look at my phone and satisfy a craving for deeper understanding Why do I feel so alone? Sometimes I wish I was in the dark I could’ve bought in to the lie Made it in some miraculous turn of events, earned 6 figures and died I could’ve given you all that you’re missing now I wouldn’t let the world decide whether you truly deserve happiness Whether things are gonna be alright So, get the hell outta there and make mommy proud And it said “bombs away” before I begged for it to work me to the bone And, whatever is left of me can’t not look at my phone and satisfy a craving for deeper understanding Why do I feel so alone? It’s been 12 years since I first saw my father cry in the absence of a clear-cut explanation or a reason why Like some fucking force of nature, a certain recalibration of all things expendable
8.
Hollow 03:19
It’s Thursday night, 10 pm, and I can tell you really wanna pick a fight again And, with the mom/dad thing as a backdrop, I don’t think I’m doing such bad job Hey, I might be a little slow and I’m fuckin’ depressing, I know I need Sufjan, beers, and a bathtub There’s a light, and a switch, and I know there’s another side But, until we are past this, I’ll say: “Baby, I didn’t mean to get under your skin like that Could you scream into a pillow? Take a deep breath, maybe count to 10? Cause, Baby, I feel hollow” So, there’s you and your ‘shell of man’ and there’s dishes in the sink again I have sinned and waiting for the rapture And, if you’re throwin’, then I guess am the catcher I told ‘Dust’ it was it was the cat and he told me that it looked bad But, Baby, if it’s blood that you’re after, you’re my queen, you’re my all, you’re my master There’s a light and a switch, and I know there’s another side But, until we are past this, I’ll say: “Baby, I didn’t mean to get under your skin like that Could you scream into a pillow? Take a deep breath, maybe count to 10? Cause, Baby, I feel hollow” Now we’re a full year down the line, and I thought I saw you that one time Saw you smile when saw me too, and I couldn’t help but think it was me that brought out the worst in you But, Baby, I didn’t mean to get under your skin like that Could you scream into a pillow? Take a deep breath, maybe count to 10? Cause, Baby, I feel hollow
9.
Disappoint you I don’t wanna disappoint you And, it’s not a question of ‘if’, fuck no, it’s question of ‘when’ And, if the past 7 years weren’t a total disaster, I don’t know what you want I don’t know what you’re after Was there ever a plan? Was there ever a reason? You said “Strangle you. you make me wanna strangle you” And, it’s not a question of ‘if’, I think, it’s question of ‘when’ And, if I’m just a cringeworthy, sad bag of mistakes, will I you empty me out? Do i have what it takes? What’s gonna be left? Are we nearing completion? I know I can be replaced And so, it’s not hard to learn to love the bomb these days, cause it’s going off anyways There are things I would rather do than sit here in a car with you Where a mild inconvenience set you off in major fucking way “And so I’m letting it out and you’re keeping it in And, it feels like everything is turning to shit again There is nothing left We are nearing completion” I know I can be replaced And so, it’s not hard to learn to love the bomb these days And it’s going off, going off I know I can be replaced And so, it’s not hard to learn to love the bomb these days But, it’s going off anyways I know I can be replaced And so, it’s not hard to learn to love the bomb these days And, I think it’s gonna blow us the fuck up I know I can be replaced And so, it’s not hard to learn to love the bomb these days But, it’s going off anyways
10.
The Claw 03:21
It’s just one of those days: You wanna end all suffering And, you don’t think it’s a phase You would like to take off, but your just hovering You saw the claw and you shook it Comfortably jammed in a split You saw the claw, you fuckin’ shook it Don’t give me that both sides bullshit “But, it’s alright, there’s no one you can satisfy everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this It’s alright, they’re all just fucking dead inside Everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this” It’s just one of those days: You’re Bleeding out for nothing (bleeding out for nothing), and your boss’ is doing great (so great), and your landlord’s doing even better (so good), and she really doesn’t feel like fixing anything She says “We’re all gonna die and you’re not even a cog” I guess I won’t try and wait to get fucked “It’s alright, there’s no one you can satisfy Everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this It’s alright, they’re all just fucking dead inside Everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this” You saw the claw and you shook it “It’s alright, there’s no one you can satisfy Everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this It’s alright, they’re all just fucking dead inside Everybody’s gonna hate ya Everybody’s gonna hate your guts if ya do this”
11.
Goodmorning, dirty sheets and tightness in the chest Count to 10 and focus on the breath 40-minute showers, 40-minutes to relax Meditate and cry for what feels like forever I’m free and I guess I have to work real hard for that I’m free, I think, most of the time This week I’m sorta drinking from the cup This week I kept myself from fucking up It ain’t one for the book and it ain’t one for the shredder There’s couple of ups and that shit fucking matters I’m free and I guess I have to work real hard for that I’m free, I think, most of the time I’ve been told “you can make it if you want it” But, I don’t really believe in anything No, I can’t wait for it I don’t know if it’s dawning, but it’s the best I can do Rummage around for a calling or a new point of view It’s radical to live in the present, to return to place that you knew, they told me not to invest in But, then I saw it in you And, I think starting to feel it too Congratu-fucking-lations, you’re in luck! The net weight of existence isn’t much As of now, I’m little more alive than before and whatever I wanted last year, I don’t want anymore I don’t know if it’s dawning, but it’s the best I can do Rummage around for a calling or a new point of view It’s radical to live in the present, to return to place that you knew, they told me not to invest in But, then I saw it in you And, I think starting to see it too Another decade of sentience and I gutted it Hell, you can’t say I haven’t tried I guess the universality of mid-twenties debauchery, means we all carry a piece inside Is this coming to terms with worst of it? Or, just a well-deserved break? In a world that will just take what it can take, I know you’re feeling it too What the hell, I know you’re felt it too when it got harder and harder, but I’ll find a way Let me just sweat this one out Let me out of this place Well, shit got harder and harder, but I’ll find a way Let me just sweat this one out Sweat this one out

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There are not many bands – well, at least there are not enough – that are able to tell their personal story with lyrical depth, while being catchy and not taking themselves too seriously at the same time. The reasons for that are simple: First of all, this is probably THE artistic goal that most artists are striving for and, secondly, it takes more than just musical brilliance, one has to be a good and honest human being as well. It’s not an exaggeration to assume that emo poppers BONY MACARONI do the trick. Their album debut ‘The Big Bucks’ is an autobiographical, anti-capitalistic concept album protesting the influence of ‘big money’ on our society. It deals with loss and toxic cycles, both romantical and economical – good-humoured and in a VERY catchy manner.

The main topic of the ’The Big Bucks’ is financial ruin. “The whole album’s story is based on the time period between 2010 and 2020”, singer and guitarist Stefan ‘Bony’ Bonestroo explains. “There was a whole string of events that, at the time, felt like a total loss of everything to me. The main event that triggered this series of events was the 2008 financial crash and the following crisis. Unfortunately, I experienced the aftermath of this for the better part of my teenage years. I watched my parents work themselves till the point of sickness. My dad was working two jobs, one during the day and one during the night, just to cover the debt. Though it felt like this was never going end, they got out of it. Capitalism is a ruthless and evil system, and though it claims to reward work and effort, it does no such thing. It rewards greed and egomaniacal tendencies. I believe we will continue to experience the crises inherent to this awful system, until we get rid of it.”

BONY MACARONI are clever songwriters, though they don’t leave the impression to overthink things. It can be wild or anthemic, beautiful or weird. They know how to turn their creative ideas into catchy and exciting songs that never fail to get their message to the listener, no matter if they need to get a personal story off their chest or a razor-sharp comment on a more global issue. In a nutshell: This is “your new favourite band” material, while the influences come from many different places. “We’re pretty diverse in our tastes”, Bony explains. “We’re fans of powerhouses like WEEZER, DEAD KENNEDYS, and OASIS. But we’re also huge fans of emo indie darlings like THE HOTELIER and PHOEBE BRIDG-ERS.” Lastly, you have to add the band’s (live) appearance to get the full picture: “We’re all super serious about the songs we write and how we perform them. We’re less serious about the whole ‘quest for rockstar status’ thingy. We would just like to keep it real and enjoy every interaction with people who dig our music.”

The songs on ‘The Big Bucks’ are shaped by Bonestroo’s personal stories, who wrote the album in 2020 while living in Philadelphia. There is ‘Grind Me into the Paste’: Probably the most punk-infused song which is about “the shittiest fucking job” that Bony ever had – working in a chicken slaughterhouse. “There’s the cruelty of killing innocent animals for food, but there was also the cruelty of grinding away in a cold-ass factory for insanely low wages while your brain feels like it is slowly dying”, he states. “I still vividly remember the 16-year-old me biking to work, seeing trucks full of weeks-old chickens parked out in the blazing hot sun, knowing full well I would be packing their wings and breasts in boxes later that day.” Despite the personal content, the perspective is always universal. Everyone who’s not part of the 1% can relate to the album’s songs. On top, there are also tracks like ’Hollow’, revolving around love or rather the opposite of it: “It’s a song about abuse and a toxic relation-ship, but also about the inability to process what is happening while you’re in it. Most of all it is an attempt to digest a desperate and devastating couple of years.” An album literally full of stories.

On ‘The Big Bucks’ BONY MACARONI are successively revealing that they’re more than just a traditional emo band that’s whining about the loss of love (even though they’re great at that, too). Their record is about losing money and losing a sense of purpose while everything is around you seems to be in a constant state of decay. “But worry not”, Bonestroo reassures once more. “BONY MACARONI are here to make decay sexy and infectious.” For Fans of scene darlings like THE FRONT BOTTOMS, MODERN BASEBALL or THE HOTELIER. But not exclusively.

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released March 31, 2023

Recording & Mix: Alwin van der Knijff
Master: Ryan Schwabe

Artwork Illustration: Mattijs Burger
Artwork: Levi Reinds

Photography: Wout van Heck

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