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Junior Bonaparte

by Kevin Breit

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1.
I DREAM OF HER Angels from snow fill the month of December She came home but could not remember the cold New York City put an end to tender Sweetest of memories have nothing but a feather hold And I dream of her I do I dream of her I do Maybe I’m afraid I would not defend her Backed into a corner would my love render whole? A box full of letters that I did not send her Blessed be my worries she be in a confessor role And I dream of her I do I dream of her I do The weight of a secret what would be it’s measure Let it be consider it a treasure trove Maybe there’s rules in the game of surrender A goodbye smile this is pretenders gold And I dream of her I do And I dream of her I do And I dream of her I do And I dream of her I do
2.
ANOTHER DIRTY MOVIE Sipping cold coffee from a styrofoam cup Things aren’t looking any better I don’t want to talk because we talk and we talk I can be brought down with a feather Junior Bonaparte and his comb over dew Says it’s a crying shame Snap out of it brother this is nothing new Cue the violins to play Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good Thirty million dollars and a dozen dead souls Nobody knows where the money goes She sang like an angel brought the boys down to their knees I headed north heard she headed east Junior Bonaparte and his blood thirsty few Says it’s a dying game So snap out of it sister the sights on you Cue the violins to play Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good One last shot of bourbon til I get to your door I don’t want to remember what I came here for I wrapped you in a bedsheet your weights on my back drive away slow til the dust goes black Junior Bonaparte tells me what to do He says it’s a crying shame He says snap out of it brother this is nothing new Cue the violins to fade Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so so good Another dirty movie made for Hollywood Another dirty movie that’s so good
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MEGAPHONE 04:43
MEGAPHONE Here’s a bottle of my blood red wine every grape i tore from the vine I bore down hard, heel and soul to the rhythm of the French creole to the rhythm of the French creole I named this thing after you the weezing from the bellows squeezes out something true that what is perfect and what is divine is not yours and is not mine is not yours and is not mine on your box with your megaphone Tell your mama you’re not going home Gotta taste for the open road You can’t stop a heart that needs to roam on your box with your megaphone Tarantella kiss and tell the room spins like a carousel the singer sings in a foreign tongue he’s got an old man’s face but a voice so young We slither and we sway to the beating drum the bass is played with a bleeding thumb we’re navel to navel cheek to cheek you holler your whispers and makes my knees weak you holler your whispers and makes my knees weak on your box with your megaphone Tell your mama you’re not going home Gotta taste for the open road You can’t stop a heart that needs to roam on your box with your megaphone Iron out the wrinkles from the night before you kissed my lips behind the stage door All went quiet in a zydeco wind Then I knew what it meant to be as sweet as sin I knew what it meant to be as sweet as sin on your box with your megaphone Tell your mama you’re not going home Gotta taste for the open road You can’t stop a heart that needs to roam on your box with your megaphone Tell your mama you’re not going home on your box with your megaphone
4.
THE LAST I THINK OF YOU You took my keys and you crashed my car You ate the rest from a honey jar I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You took my records and trashed my guitar Sold the story to the Evening Star I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You pawned you ring and you broke the gate You’re at the church 5 hours late I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You covered your tracks, removed the clues End up singing someone else’s blues I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You tore the last pages from a mystery book You put the knife in the hands of an innocent cook I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You drank the last drop from a wishing well You’re deaf to the sound of a mission bell I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You’re dancing to the beat of your own damn drum You paid off the drummer to give you one I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You burn the field to cover your lies Now you’re running cool on alibis I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you You made it hard and a simple plan And you lost the faith of a good man I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you I’ll put it in a book u u u I’ll put it in a book u u u I’ll put it in a book it’s the last I’ll think of you
5.
Boom Chicka Boom Chicka Boom Where in the world did you go? I never took you for the leaving kind a diamond some pearls some silver some gold give it all to you just give me more time you wrote on my cast our names in a heart you made it look like it was bleedin' But plaster's not stone it falls apart it’s near impossible to be reading Ooh, Boom chicka boom chicka boom motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues Clementine your strawberry wine made me go crazy in the parlour shout out the light on an August night I'm as restless as a boat in the harbour And my heart goes, Boom chicka boom chicka boom motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues and lying beside you But I can’t find you The words aren’t getting through I'll tell you this I never knew why you couldn't call me your lover secrets were told of angels on high devils and demons under covers Boom chicka boom chicka boom motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues hey Boom chicka boom chicka boom motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues And it goes, Boom chicka boom chicka boom Chicka boom boom boom Boom chicka boom chicka boom Chicka boom boom boom motor city radio sending up the rhythm and blues
6.
LET’S PRETEND Two lovers stirring their Sunday bed You said, ‘this is not for me’ I said, ‘it’s true’ You can’t fix when what’s broken is uncertain Give a second, give me some time Let me clear my head Maybe what’s best for me is not you Is there light when we draw the curtain? Let’s Pretend It’s me that gives you sugar Let’s pretend It’s me who stops the rain Let’s pretend It’s me that tricks tomorrow Let’s pretend It’s you that brings the sunshine Let’s pretend It’s you who lights the way Let’s pretend It’s you who kills the sorrow Two strangers awaiting on a mid day train Running out of words to say Goodbyes are so so cruel Lines are long with souls who are hurting A promise and wishes Before the steel wheels roll Maybe what’s left to be Is some fears do come true Like an open heart just let’s the dirt in Let’s Pretend It’s me that gives you sugar Let’s pretend It’s me who stops the rain Let’s pretend It’s me that tricks tomorrow Let’s pretend It’s you that brings the sunshine Let’s pretend It’s you who lights the way Let’s pretend It’s you who kills the sorrow Who who Who who Let’s pretend
7.
THROW MY STONE the door is shut, it's shut, it's shut the door is shut, it's shut, it's shut the last train is gone It’s gone it’s gone the door is shut, it's shut, it's shut I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you Ooh the ballot is closed, it's closed, it's closed You know the ballot is closed, it's closed, it's closed So the deal is done, it's done it’s done Because the ballot is closed it’s closed it’s closed I 'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you the lines are long, they're long, they're long the lines are long, they're long, they're long there's no work today, today, today the lines are long, they're long, they're long I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you Percy's got a plan, a plan, a plan Percy's got a plan, a plan, a plan equal cut for everyman, everyman, everyman Percy's got a plan, a plan, a plan I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I’ll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you there’s Blood on my hands, my hands , my hands You know there’s Blood on my hands, my hands, my hands Truth takes no stand, no stand, no stand But there’s Blood on my hands, my hands, my hands I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you I'll throw my stone and crawl back in bed with you
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ANXIOUS BOY If it's heaven that you want then it's heaven that you'll get then maybe you'll be satisfied St.Peter's got your number at the pearly gates and he's waiting on the other side but there's something about the sound of an angel's harp that makes you go a little bit wild It's a 5 note deal that’s going over and over again Oh we roll we roll we roll in clover I remember that look in your eye We row we row in stormy weather  but we made it to the other side Still your heart my Anxious Boy Catch your breath my Anxious Boy Close your eyes and dream of a kinder world There's a party going down at the gates of hell and the devil's got a brand new tail whiskey's being poured from a blood red jar and it’s stirred with a rusty nail It's a fiery floor not a window in sight and the exit's hard to see It's a 5 alarm blaze that's never called in Oh we roll we roll we roll in clover I remember that look in your eye We row we row in stormy weather  but we made it to the other side And still your heart my Anxious Girl Catch your breath my Anxious Girl And close your eyes and dream of a kinder world Still your heart my Anxious Boy Catch your breath my Anxious Boy Close your eyes and dream a kinder world
10.
NOTHIN’ IN THE WORLD LIKE ME Turn me loose in Tulsa I’ll be the biggest man in town when they hear that ‘cordine breathing they’ll be selling some wedding gowns Come on down to the Bronco Inn Where the drinks are fast and free you’ll see me shimmy shimmy shake to a rebel beat ain’t seen nothing in the world like me There ain’t nothing in the world like me Drop me off in London turn right to gay Paree I’ll be twanging past the midnight hour they’ll dance until they bleed So brother, sister climb aboard the good ship Fleur De Lis there’ll be some rockabilly, Piccadilly goin’ on ain’t nothing in the world like me There ain’t nothing in the world like me She was here today Maybe she’s lost her way can you help me Soldier? she goes by day to day maybe she’s changed her name did you see her soldier? Less rock more roll hop a freight to Geneva we’ll take the place by storm thunder comes from the bass and drums a second line rains down warm bring it home to Memphis we’ll creep in while she sleeps it’s a howdy doody rutti tutti mornin’ ain’t nothing in the world like me There ain’t nothing in the world like me She was here today Maybe she’s lost her way can you help me Soldier? she goes by day to day maybe she’s changed her name did you see her soldier? Less rock more roll there’s a ladder to the penthouse the king has come and gone he stole away in the moonlight no one knows what road he’s on it’s a one, four, five chord bliss play them on your knees it’s a jamboree jubilee hootenanny spree ain’t nothing in the world like me There ain’t nothing in the world like me There ain’t nothing in the world like me She was here today Maybe she’s lost her way can you help me Soldier? she goes by day to day maybe she’s changed her name did you see her soldier? C’mon Help me help me Can you help me soldier? Help me please help me Can you help me soldier? Less rock more roll
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HURT BY LUCK 05:33
HURT BY LUCK Under the weeping willow tree don’t you bury me What lives with honour Comes from out of state I worked hard for my silver Never showed up a minute late I had my pick of a dozen buzzing bees They gave me their honey for free Then they saw me as a rude boy Throwing his anger down I went out through the back door To paint another town Ashes to ashes Rust to dust Put me in a bottle and drink to us Take my money that’s under the rug Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck Give it to the losers who are hurt by ..hurt by luck Ooh ooh ooh ooh Henry oh Henry And his afterglow He told me things that I did not know He could see the future He knew it when it would rain We got caught in the down pour Of champagne and Beaujolais Fill the hole with sticks and stones Shut the lights And kill the phone We looked to the horizon And all that glory be Link Wray is roaring We’re lost in the revelry Ashes to ashes Rust to dust Put me in a bottle and drink to us Take my money that’s under the rug Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck Ashes to ashes Rust to dust Put me in a bottle and drink to us Take my money that’s under the rug Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck Give it to the losers who are hurt by.. hurt by luck

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This is the latest recording by Kevin Breit. It contains 11 new songs, recorded in Toronto 2023.
Many thanks to my listening parties along the way. Iris Breit,
Martina Breit and Trish Van Katwyk.

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released February 2, 2024

Kevin Breit: vocals, guitar, bass
Davide DiRenzo: drums

Written and produced by KB
Recorded at Union Sound Company by Chris Stringer
assisted by Darren McGill
Mixed and mastered by KB
Cover photography by Trish Van Katwyk

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Kevin Breit Toronto, Ontario

Kevin Breit is writing about himself as you read this. What is going through his head? Scary third person ramblings. This site contains my solo recordings mostly and some are joint projects. I had my eyes closed and opened while my head was down and up. This is the universal thread through my career. ... more

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