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I DREAM OF HER
04:09
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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
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2. |
ANOTHER DIRTY MOVIE
04:57
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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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3. |
MEGAPHONE
04:43
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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
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4. |
LAST I THINK OF YOU
04:18
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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
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5. |
BOOM CHICKA BOOM
04:34
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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
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6. |
LET'S PRETEND
04:28
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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
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7. |
THROW MY STONE
04:09
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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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8. |
ROCK N' ROLL STYLE
03:20
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9. |
ANXIOUS BOY/GIRL
03:51
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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
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10. |
NOTHIN' IN THE WORLD
04:37
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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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11. |
HURT BY LUCK
05:33
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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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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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