THE MONROE EXPERIMENT
San Diego, CA
Status
Active
Years Active
Spring 2023 - Present
Members
Luke Johnson
Mason Bornyasz
The Monroe Experiment was created in 2023 after a recording session between new friends Luke and Mason. Since then their sound has evolved, combining humorous and surreal subject matter with various styles and genres of music.
Discography
Releases
RESULTS
Album - February 14, 2025 - 44 min
This album consists of the "Results" of The Monroe Experiment's first phase. Collecting select materials from 3 EPs, with 5 previously unheard songs, this album is sure to confuse and provoke the world. Hide your kids, hide your wife, and most importantly, hide your dad!
Drums, guitar, bass, synth, and vocals by Luke Johnson.
Drums, noise guitar, noise synth, effects, and vocals by Mason Bornyasz.
1. NEW Prophecies of The ALIGNMENT NOW
2. Oh! How I Love the Mall
3. The Can’t Hit It Blues
4. Makin’ Love in Space
5. Welcome to the Club
6. F.Y.D.
7. Please, Please, Please, Don’t Touch Me
8. Directions to My House
9. Gray Meat
10. (You Can Do) Anything You Want
11. This Is What You Came For
LYRICS:
Oh, How I Love the Mall I wanna go to the mall And see all the stores I wanna buy some clothes I love the parking lot Oh look, there's my friends We’re in an American mall Oh, I really love the mall Spiderman arcades, and space-colored carpet And edible wallpaper that tastes like berries (Oh, how I love the mall) A true beautiful world (Oh, how I love the mall) Unstoppable by the errors of nature (Oh, how I love the mall) Unbelievable by ancient mummies (Oh, how I love the mall) Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Infinite possibilities And products to purchase In a loveless world, I find my comfort In a mall, bathroom stall A place of true leisure The man at the kiosk told me to have a wonderful day After I bought eighteen vapes And some perfume for my wife Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh how I love the mall This song goes out to you, my love My one true love The mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall Oh, how I love the mall The Can’t Hit It Blues My wife left me Because I lost my legs It wasn’t on purpose I got hit by a train It was a total wreck It got on the news And now my wife left me I got the can’t hit it blues The only thing that’s hitting Is the train to my legs The only thing that’s worse Is she don’t got no eggs Cuz I got no legs And I got no wife Yeah, I got no legs And I lost my wife I got no dick at all I really miss my wife She left me for another man You better bet that he had legs He probably had a dick too She made my life all blue I got the can’t hit it blues I got the can’t hit it blues No, I can’t hit it I got the can’t hit it blues No, I really can't hit it now No, no, I really can't I got the can’t hit it blues I got the can’t hit it blues I got the can’t hit it blues I got the can’t hit it blues Makin’ Love in Space You know, the advent of space travel has really opened up doors for my partner and I’s love making. Before, we only had one planet upon which to engage in sweet coupling. But now; I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space You know, I was actually friends with a Great Ape once. His name was the Greatest Ape, and he had a villa and it had a wine cellar in it, and the wine cellar was filled with all kinds of amazing, excellent, fine wines; you could really taste the tennis balls in them. And, you know, one of the really fine Cabernet Sauvignon Blancs, you know. And it was quite delightful to drink wine with the Great Ape. He was a fine, fine fellow, you know, and he would go into a blind rage and thrash about and throw glasses all over the wine cellar, but he was quite a fine fellow, you know, in the end of it all. In the end of it all, you know, there's only one thing to care about. And I think you all know what that is by now, as I explained in song, I think you all know that one of the few things I care about in this world is making sweet, sweet love in space. Making love in space Making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space Making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space I’m making love in space All the great astronomers – Copernicus, and Aristotle, and Pythagoras, and Neil DeGrasse Tyson – I’d like to thank you all for letting me make sweet, sweet lovin’ all over space. All over the planets: Uranus, the moon, the stars, the sun, Mercury, Venus, and Pluto, and Jupiter, and Earth even. Welcome to the Club Oh man, those Monroe boys can really rap, you know? I heard one of their songs, it’s really good Yo Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Yeah, members only, its on the front door You and your crew better hit the floor In the club, a hundred shawties or mo’ Gettin’ it down, rocking to the Monroe Staying lit to the max, like Knoblock Some of you independent kiddies are all talk Interior crocodile alligator Groovin’ it up in this movie theatre To the left, to the right, three times Get the ladies and the guys to shake their behinds If you can’t hear the groove, then you’re stupid Shoot you with an arrow, love dust from cupid Yeah, you, we see you, you came through Getting funky with the ‘05, extra chunky Stacking bands, hitting licks, no monkey business Wrap it up like it’s christmas Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Uh oh, y’all It’s getting kinda hazy Too much pussy I feel like Kevin Spacey (I touch kids) I’m in the doctor’s office Off several narcotics I’m in Walmart buying all the nutropics Omega 3’s, WDs All this and more, I got in store Fifty-five burgers, fifty-five fries Fifty-five guys, all in the club Sipping on mud, playing in the mud Playing with my boys in the club, yo Four mushrooms deep, feeling kinda neat So sexy, you can see it on my feet So much money, I’m buying Dior All this money, I’m getting in the door In the club (Welcome to the club) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Welcome to the club (Let me see your membership) Yo, this one track, this goes out to all the real ones out there. This goes out to all the day ones, the day twos, the day threes; no, fuck the day fours! This is for the day one through threes, ‘kay? Shoutout Max Knoblock; always taking it to the max. Yo, shoutout Paolo Zappoli, day one right there. That's a day one! That’s a day one right there. Shoutout all of our loyal fans, thank you for buying this tape y’all. You keep us in business, you keep making us money. Yo, shoutout Dog Safe Records forever. ‘05 chilling out forever! F.Y.D. It’s been a long night, and I need release Imma hit the club, and bust my knees I’m in a dance-off, and I’m feeling the groove Call me peanut butter cuz I hit your tongue smooth I’m with my girl, and we’re really drunk Grab the disco ball, and I’ll hit a slam dunk We’re moving around, and I’m feeling the best But I wonder what the DJ’s gonna have us do next Killer frost Captain cold Icicle Now fuck your dad (Wait, what?) Now Mr. Freeze Now [?] a bear Now beat a lizard Now fuck your dad Fuck your dad (I want you to) Fuck your dad (Do it real smooth) Fuck your dad (Let me see it in action) Fuck your dad (Gonna get a reaction) Fucking your dad, it’s a cool thing to do I got two more things I’m tryna tell you Respect your elders, and the veterans too You better, cuz they gave their life to you Now, fuck your dad, cuz that’s a nice thing Ringa-linga-dinga-linga ding, ading Kachow, dicka dow, dicka-dicka-di dow Anthony Keidis’ got nothing on me Can I fuck your dad now? How ‘bout tomorrow? Running around in a little wheelbarrow Pow, chi dow, pow pow chi dow, Pow-pow-pow-pow pow chi pow Fuck your dad (Can I watch?) Fuck your dad (Can I try?) Fuck your dad (Do it dry) Fuck your dad (Hell yeah) Fuck your dad (I wanna see) Fuck your dad (Eleven times) Fuck your dad (Twenty more) Fuck your dad (Oh yeah) Fuck your dad (Hit it quick) Fuck your dad (Hit it thick) Fuck your dad (In the butt) Fuck your dad Please, Please, Please, Don’t Touch Me Please, please, please, please, please don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Don’t touch me there, I’m a sensitive man You’ll scare me away, and I’m sensitive All in my pants I’ll do a dance, but don’t touch me I’m shy, and I’m lonely Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Ok, they’re only giving me a few seconds to talk my shit, so I gotta get this shit off really quick. Yo, I got a couple things to say, if you listen to sad, shit music, you’re gonna be a sad, shit person. Stop listening to Deftones, stop listening to Morrissey all the time, stop listening to, fucking, Sign Crushes Motorist. Yo, fuck Cardi B! We fucking hate Cardi B! This is a Cardi B diss tr- (hahaha) Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, please, please, don’t touch me Please, please, touch me. Please touch me. Please Directions to My House At the light Turn right to merge (Didn’t it say left?) Onto the CA78 East (Okay) Go straight for ten miles Merge onto west San Marcos Blvd. (Left) Use the left two lanes to turn Onto Knoll Road (Errt) Turn right onto Autumn Drive Park in space 105 We’re here (Woo) Go up the stairs Second floor, first door The key is under the rock Unlock Midcentury brown carpet Wooden furniture (Oh! Doesn’t that look nice) Fridge, counter Television, cabinet (That’s a nice cabinet) There’s a chair and a couch In the living room There’s a chair on the patio And a man there too Kill him (What?) Scented trashbags In the sink Bring him inside Wrap in pink (This isn’t fun anymore) There’s a dumpster two blocks over Drive, hurry There’s more bags inside Grab, burry
A Very Experimental Christmas
EP - December 20, 2024 - 9 min
For this jolly holiday season, The Monroe Experiment unleashes havoc on the streets of North County San Diego in the form of 3 FULLY ORIGINAL Christmas songs. And also an intro. Featuring Hudson.
Guitar, bass, synth, and vocals by Luke Johnson.
Drum loops, effects, and vocals by Mason Bornyasz.
Intro featuring Hudson Garcia
1. Hudson Claus (Intro)
2. Resurrected Elvis
3. Going to Hell for Christmas
4. Come On (It's Christmas)
LYRICS:
Hudson Claus (Intro) Ho ho ho, and merry christmas! It's me, Hudson Claus! Welcome to the Monroe Experiment Christmas EP We sure hope you have a jolly jolly ti- AH! Sorry, a little goblin was biting on me Anyways, enjoy the Monroe Experiment Christmas EP Have a merry christmas! Resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis I want it so bad, mama Can you grant me my one wish? He’d wear some real tight pants And do a hippy dance He’d get all the girls cheering In his Elvis leather pants I can't stop thinking about him And all his groovy moves What we need in the world right now Are his shiny blue suede shoes All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis I want it so bad, mama Can you grant me my one wish? He met his wife at fourteen Isn't that a little weird? But he's the king of rock and roll And he's spreading Christmas cheer Oh, to go back to the fifties When he was in his prime And sing some merry carols At Elvis Christmastime He died upon the toilet And did a bunch of drugs But what the world really wants Is Elvis Christmas hugs All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas (May the king return to his throne) Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas (Not made of porcelain, but of snowy gold) Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected Elvis All I want for Christmas Is a resurrected elvis Going to Hell for Christmas One winter day One stormy night I was writing out a wishlist When a sleigh flew by Calling out for satan Wait, I mean Santa! Oh no, I’m Going to hell for Christmas Just one minor slip-up and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Now I’m on his hitlist and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas It’s dark outside and theres no cheer left I lost my soul I cant get it again I swear I didnt mean it now I'm caught up in this mess My heart said Santa but my tongue just slipped Just one minor slip-up and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Now I’m on his hitlist and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas There’s a fiery pit And everybody’s naked Satan’s having fun But theres no Santa Just wanna get done with the devil Satan’s in hell, and he’s drinking Fanta Just one minor slip-up and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Now I’m on his hitlist and I’m Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas Going to hell for Christmas (Going to hell for Christmas!) Come On (It’s Christmas) Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Wrapping up presents under the tree Sneakin’ into chimneys they don’t even know me Giving up gifts you can call me Mr. Claus Got a big bag, see my smiling jaws Buddy, buddy look out Peepin’ into windows, baby, look at me now Whole lotta gifts, smoke a pound of the weed Rolling big doinks, looks like a Christmas tree Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Pass the spliff to the reinder Theyll light it up like rudolph, give the all clear One year, I coulda sworn that we got got The owners of the house caught Santa smokin’ pot Like a chimney, the smoke is in me So don't mess with me, or I’ll take your presents From under the Christmas tree, I'm a menace I’ll give your whole family coal I’ll take your kids And bring ‘em to the North Pole Freeze ‘em in ice make a popsicle You can’t touch this, you’re on Santa’s naughty list You ain’t even cromulent, you smell like porta potty piss And you’re ticked, cuz Santa got you coal n’ shit He left the fire for us, we keep the roaches lit And I ain’t stoppin’ it, big reindeer I’m topping it Catch a body, choppin’ it Put it in a box for gifts Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas Come on, come on, it’s Christmas
THE THIRD TRIAL
EP - August 4, 2024 - 8 min
A batch of songs from the third recording session between Luke and Mason. Written, recorded, and mixed in one night.
Guitar, bass, keys, and backing vocals by Luke Johnson.
Drum programming and vocals by Mason Bornyasz.
1. Oh! How I Love the Mall
2. The Can't Hit It Blues
3. This Is What You Came For
THE SECOND TRIAL
EP - May 19, 2024 - 8 min
The real start of The Monroe Experiment as it is today. Written, recorded, and mixed in one night.
Bass, guitar, and vocals by Luke Johnson
Synths, drum loops, effects, and vocals by Mason Bornyasz
1. Directions To My House
2. Gray Meat
THE FIRST TRIAL
EP - May 2, 2023 - 17 min
The songs in “The First Trial” are the results of the first-ever recording session that Luke and Mason embarked on. These early tracks were synth-punk-inspired and primitive, though the first track shows glimpses of what The Monroe Experiment’s sound is today.
Written and performed by Luke Johnson and Mason Bornyasz.
1. NEW Prophecies of The ALIGNMENT NOW
2. James Monroe Is a Bitch
3. Count the Birds As They Fly By (Donkies and Dolphins)