Our 2015 Album THE BIG REVEAL - minus the bonus track! You'll have to purchase the album for that, which you can do at http://music.hot-breakfast.com. Or iTunes, Amazon, all places like that there.

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The Big Reveal

Sometimes it's nice to be reminded that you're not alone. :)  We're offering this song as a free download until March 6, 2015 as a thank you to our friends, fans, and supporters for going our way. <3 

With the song "Going Your Way," we have a rare, "non-dorky" song from HOT BREAKFAST!, Delaware's premier acoustic dork-rock power duo, Recorded at Studio 825; arranged by Jill Knapp; produced by Ritchie Rubini.

As with all Hot Breakfast! recordings, there is absolutely NO auto-tune or pitch correction of any kind on this track; what you hear is what we sang. 100% MELODYNE FREE, ALWAYS.

Jill Knapp: Lead vocals, 19 tracks of backing vocals; aux percussion.
Matt Casarino: Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, classical guitar
Ritchie Rubini: Drums
Ray Gagliardino: Bass
Csilla Lakatos: Cello

LYRICS:
Going Your Way (Matt Casarino)
(c) 2014 Suburban Legends Music

Now and then you're the jester in the lion's den
Held and chained, kept alive to keep them entertained
Even if they grant you pardon
They keep a piece of you behind
But when they close you down
You will find I'm open all the time

I will stand below you when you fall
I will get behind you when you stall
Oooh - And when it's time to walk away
I'm going your way

Now and then you realize you missed the ball again
It's just your fate to get the invitation one day late
Then they tell you you should smile
Like that will turn your clouds to gold
I have some words to tell 'em
Better yet, let's leave 'em in the cold

I'm not gonna tell you what to do
I'm happy to be miserable with you
Oooh - that's what I call a good day
I'm going your way

Sometimes you fight sometimes you flee
Try as you might you're stuck with me

But if you never had a bad day
You'd never know how good it feels
When everything goes right
When all your open wounds have healed

I will stand below you when you fall
I will get behind you when you stall

Oooh You know it's gonna be okay
I'm going your way
I'm going your way


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Going Your Way

You wanna see a new movie, and there are literally thousands of options at your Netflixxy fingertips! So what do you do? You watch one of the five movies you've had memorized since you were a kid.

We feel you. So we wrote a song about it, and set it to some really fun, upbeat retro new-wave (think Blondie and The Cars). Enjoy!  (Lyrics are below.)

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans. 

LYRICS:
You put your headphones on
Ready for something new 
Time to expand your horizons
You’re tired of tried and true
You got your indie essentials, got your top ten feed
Got your alt rock mag to tell you what you need
But when it’s time to choose you just retreat
Into the same five records again

Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How will I know where I should get my fun tonight
Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How am I gonna get my nothing done, all right

You sit in front of your screen
You gotta find that show
Cause everyone’s a fanboy
And you’re the last to know
But look at all of the sights competing for your eyes
And all the images have got you hypnotized 
Until you snap awake and realize
You watched the same old trash again 

Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How will I know where I should get my fun tonight
Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How am I gonna get my nothing done, all right


Once I used to have my own ideas
Until I crawled into the new frontier
And once I used to have a master plan
It went away with my attention span
So gimme lots of candy that can medicate my brain
Gimme colors gimme pictures keep me entertained

Here comes the weekend
We’re rockin’ out, me and you
On your mark, get ready
Now tell me what you wanna do 

Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How will I know where I should get my fun
Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How am I gonna get my nothing done, all right

Too many choices and I can’t pick one
How will I know where I should get my fun tonight
Too many choices and I can’t pick one
What will I do now that my song is done


Jill Knapp: Vocals, keyboards
Matt Casarino: Guitars, vocals, keyboards
Ray Gagliardino: bass
Ritchie Rubini: drums, keyboards

Produced by Ritchie Rubini
Engineered by Ray Gagliardino at Studio 825
Mastered by Eamon Loftus







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Too Many Choices

Here's a song for everyone who cannot just go out and relax at a party unless they can assure themselves all partygoers are responsible adults who have figured out their transportation needs for the evening. (Jill.) Of course, there's always that one person. And that person...is Larry. 

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

LYRICS
Thanks for inviting me, it’s sure nice to get out
I know I tend to hide, but deep inside I’m a social gadabout
This party’s happening, and I owe it all to you
But just when I start to chill I feel the spill of lager on my shoe
It’s Larry, what fun - he’s already wasted and the night has just begun

Oh, no - It happens every time	
I turn from partygoer into grumpy chaperone
Oh, no - I’m pouring out my wine 
Cause someone’s got to drive Larry home

I hear you saying “Jill, don’t worry ‘bout him now
He’s not your cross to bear, it isn’t fair, he’ll make it home somehow,“
But I can’t celebrate, watching him progress
Besides you realize that he resides a mile from my address
Oh Larry, all right - I guess you found your babysitter for the night

Oh, no - It happens every time	
I turn from partygoer into grumpy chaperone
Oh, no - I’m pouring out my wine 
Cause someone’s got to drive Larry home

It’s okay, everybody has a role they gotta play
This is my curse, as he goes from bad to worse
I can’t be the wild child, oh no! I gotta be the nurse!

And now it’s getting late, the cool kids have all gone
But of course Larry’s here, he’s pierced his ear, and thrown up 
    on the lawn
I got him in the car, and got some on my blouse
It’s time to say goodbye, see this is why I never leave the house
Don’t worry - I’m not far - tomorrow morning we’ll come back 
    to get his car

Oh, no - It happens every time	
I turn from party-goer into grumpy chaperone
Oh, no - I’m pouring out my wine 
Cause someone’s got to drive Larry home

Oh, no - I’ll never be the one
I can’t just have a good time, no I guess I 
    should have known
Oh, no - so much for having fun
Cause someone’s got to drive Larry home

Jill Knapp: vocals, piano
Matt Casarino: electric guitars, saxophone, 
   keyboards, vocals
Ritchie Rubini: drums & percussion
Ray Gagliardino: bass
Brody Hamilton: handclaps


Someone's Got to Drive Larry Home

A blistering, passionate track inspired by street artist JR and his Inside Out Project, a global art project in which citizens are given cameras to take photos of their fellow denizens. The photos are developed and turned into large posters, which are then used to canvas the city. Learn more at http://www.insideoutproject.net/en

LYRICS
We threw paint on the fire, it was such an eerie sight
Till the call went on the wire we were coloring the night
So we scattered away as we dreamed of fleeting fame
Turned around for one last look and watched their water kill the flame
As we closed our mouths and bit our tongues the fumes made way into our lungs
The smoke rose up and cleared our eyes until we finally realized

We’re living in black and white, living in black and white 
Once upon a time I swear you and I declared we’d make it right

So we entered the museum through the velvet-covered chain
Like the largest mausoleum all the bodies well contained
Will we ever hold a candle if we paint outside the frame
Are we artist are we vandal when they cover up our name
And the halls are clean and soil-free but so damn dark that we can’t see

We’re living in black and white, giving in to black and white 
Once upon a time I swear
You and I would dare to shed some light

And if you don’t wanna see me, turn around, turn around
And if you don’t wanna hear me, turn it down, turn it down
And if you don’t wanna know you can take your things and go
But I will not tear it down, no I will not tear it down

We threw paint on the fire we hung faces on the wall
We sang every song we knew into the crowded city hall
But the offering we gave them only made them hate us more
And they screamed out “Who are you to leave your footprints on our floor?”

And as they tore our pictures down and threw the pieces on the ground
The colors spiraled down the drain and everything was just the same
Everything was just the same, everything was just the same

No more living in black and white, giving into black and white
Once upon a time I swear you and I declared we’d make it right
Living in black and white

Jill Knapp: vocals
Matt Casarino: guitars, vocals
Ritchie Rubini: drums, vocals
Ray Gagliardino: bass


Living in Black and White

Here's an upbeat, catchy little number about our favorite activity: staying in the damn bed. A person could get hurt out there!

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

Outside there is sunshine and gentle breezes blowin’
And endless possibilities now that morning’s begun
And where the day might take us there’s just no way of knowin’
There’s just no way of knowing what’s to come	
And all we have to do is open up the door
But not before we put our feet on the floor

And get out of the bed where everything is sleepy and warm 
Get out of the bed, where nothing’s gonna bring me harm
And you tell me I’m missing out 
But I don’t have no doubts, you go ahead
I’m staying in bed!

I know what you’re thinking, I’m wasting my potential
I should be out there hyping my accomplishments instead
But if motion always leads you to something consequential
Essentially I’m coming out ahead
And good dreams are only just a pill away
So whaddya say, let’s close the shades on this day

And get back in the bed, my favorite place to run and hide 
Get back in the bed, the only place I’m satisfied
And you think I’ve fallen in a trap
You can Capp me right upside the head
But I’m staying in bed! 

You go outside you get bit by a dog, you get stung by a bee or lost in the fog	
You get hit by a bus or stuck in a cage or get a spike through the head like Phineas Gage
So come on baby don’t you wear no frown, come on baby lay your big head down
Come on baby wanna feel all right, come on baby don’t you see the light

Well turn it off! 

And get back in the bed, I’m following my own advice
Get back in the bed - My lazy dreamy paradise
Go ahead, boost your self-esteem
Tell your running team just what I said
I’m staying in bed, watching Better Off Dead with Murray Head
Tell Uncle Fred I’m staying in bed – yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Jill Knapp: vocals
Matt Casarino: acoustic & electric guitars, piano, keyboards, vocals
Ritchie Rubini: drums & percussion, keyboards, vocals
Ray Gagliardino: bass
Birds and lawnmowers courtesy of the Limestone Acres neighborhood

Get Back in the Bed

We all must celebrate and promote ourselves tirelessly in this business. Few of us like doing it, but it's part of the game. But the worst thing you can do is start to believe your own hype - especially when you're the only ones doing the hyping. 

That said, "New York Drama" is just a meaningless, fun song that you can dance to. There's even a "Warriors" reference for you kids-of-a-certain-age. :) Many thanks to punk legends Jake and the Stiffs for providing the drums & guitars on this track - check their fantastic music out at http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/JakeandtheStiffs

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

LYRICS
Look at you, dancing in your signature apparel
Everyone can see who runs this town
And you’re so cool, easily the hippest fish in the barrel
It’s overcrowded now, it’s time to swim or drown
M: I wish I thought of that 
J: Hey, all you gotta do is throw your name on the credit
It’s gonna eat at you but only if you let it

Are you ready for some New York Drama?  You wanna swim with the big piranha?
Come on, come on, it's time to take a dive

Well hit those bricks, I think you better run a little faster
They’re waiting underneath the Willie B
Show your tricks, show ‘em all the moves you’ve come to master
Come on, you swore to us this was your destiny
M: What are you waiting for 
J: Hey, you don’t wanna disappoint your fans, now do you
Walk through that backstage door and all of us here can say we knew you

Are you ready for some New York Drama?  You wanna swim with the big piranha?
Come on, come on, it's time to take a dive
Are you ready for some New York Drama?  You goin’ in, or runnin’ home to mama?
You might not make it out alive

We’ve got a caravan, of all your local fans
Break out the cameraman, make history today
Why would you hesitate, have you been playin’ straight
Open the gate and tell the warriors it’s time to play

M: I wish I thought of that
J: Hey, all you gotta do is tell ‘em where you found it
Throw in a thanks or two, there’s a million ways around it…hey!

Are you ready for some New York Drama?  You wanna swim with the big piranha?
Come on, come on, it's time to take a dive
Are you ready for some New York Drama?  You goin’ in, or runnin’ home to mama?
You might not make it out alive
Are you ready for some New York Drama?  Throwin’ down in the punk nirvana
Come on, come on, it's time to take a dive
Are you ready for some New York Drama?  Why don't I have a pet llama?!
You might not make it out alive   (Digga duh DUM!)

Jill Knapp: lead & background vocals, Warriors bottles, amazing drum fill at the end of the song
Matt Casarino: acoustic guitar, vocals, Warriors bottles
Ray Gagliardino: bass

FEATURING JAKE AND THE STIFFS:
Randy America: guitar & solo, vocals
Dave Janney: guitar, vocals
Kenn Koubek: drums, vocals

New York Drama

It's no crime in our book to be socially awkward. Heck, we're the poster children for that. But to be socially UNAWARE? That's a felony in our neck of the woods, son. We don't ask for much - just be aware you live in a society, and make an effort to not make your presence a hindrance to those around you.  

In unrelated news, hers'a a retro-rock song called "Nobody Matters But You." Enjoy! :) 

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

LYRICS
Turn on your cell phones, turn on your cell phones			
Turn up your loudest and your most obnoxious ring tones
Why should you miss a call from Joe, just because you’re at a show?	
Let all your children vacate your table
They should get some exercise when they are able
So let the kids play hide and seek ‘cause something’s got them awfully riled
You deserve some downtime, so let the waitstaff entertain your child

Because nobody matters but you, nobody matters but you		
Nobody wants to date you, haters gonna hate you	
What’s a golden child to do when nobody matters but you	

Gather your girlfriends, go to the city
Put on your high heels everyone just looks so pretty
Shoulder to shoulder, make a wall, no one can get around at all

It’s time for texting, so just stop walking
Why do these people look so mad, look at them gawking	
There’s an awning over that door, why don’t you take a break underneath
Use the window like a mirror, let the patrons of the diner watch you pick your teeth

Because nobody matters but you, nobody matters but you
You were blessed at birth to be the queen of earth
It revolves ‘round you-know-who
Nobody matters but you

Go to the drugstore, buy some essentials
After they ring you up say, "Oops I need some pencils!"
The folks behind you will be fine - hey, that's why they call it a line
Go back to find them, it takes a while
Make sure no one can get around you in the aisle
And when you find them on the shelf head up and hand them to the man
And when he's finally finished bagging say, "Wait! I have a coupon for a different brand!"

Because nobody matters but you, nobody matters but you		
(J) You can take your place atop the human race
(M) You sit alone upon your padded throne 
(J) Nobody wants to date you, haters gonna hate you	
What’s a golden child to do when nobody matters but you

Jill Knapp: lead & background vocals, trumpet
Matt Casarino: acoustic & electric guitars, vocals
Ritchie Rubini: drums & percussion
Ray Gagliardino: bass


Nobody Matters But You

There's a bittersweet irony to finding love late in life. What you have is wonderful, but oh, what you wouldn't give for ten more years of life to enjoy it.

NOTE FROM MATT & JILL: Musically, this one's a throwback to the songs of our youth, particularly those of Paul Williams, perhaps the most versatile and heartfelt songwriter of our time. (Plus, he portrayed Swan, perhaps the greatest bad guy EVER.) If you haven't heard Paul's versions of songs eventually made popular by the Carpenters, Helen Reddy, and more, please correct that. You won't be sorry.

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

Ten more years, I’d do anything for ten more years
To go back in time and feel this feeling
When I was younger, now it sends me reeling
That all of my stumbles
The lost leads, the false starts
The damaged goods, the broken hearts
Have led me right here to you, right now, to you

Let’s get a house, let’s buy a car, let’s go to Rome, let’s get a dog
Let’s go do everything
Let’s get in shape, let’s drink all night, let’s skinny dip, let’s start a fight
Let’s go do anything
Or let’s stay in bed, and feed our head
And let’s agree that’s all we really want to do

Cause now we’re here, all we are is you and me right here
We were clinging to some broken ideal
Some vague little plan of how we thought we should feel
With second-hand standards
I settled in, I compromised then we got strong, and we got wise
But oh did it take so long, it took so long

Look at me and take off the bandage
No open scars, no permanent damage
Embrace it all then shake it off somehow
We’re here right now

Ten more years, oh what I would give for ten more years
Of knowing what I know today
To feel this love, to feel this way
No matter how long it took, how long it takes

Let’s call our friends, let’s sleep all day, 
Let’s change the world, let’s hideaway
Let’s go do everything
Let’s quit our jobs, let’s learn to dance, 
Let’s give up meat, let’s paint the fence
Let’s go do anything

Let’s start a band, let’s buy a shop, 
Jump from a plane, let’s get tattoos
Let’s sleep outside, let’s climb a tree, 
Let’s write a book, let’s join a gym
Let’s sell the house, let’s buy a boat, 
Live in New York, stay out all night
Let’s take the train, live off the land, 
Go back to school, move to Japan
Let’s sell it all, let’s buy it back, 
Let’s throw a bash, let’s see a show
Let’s hurry up, let’s hurry up, 
Let’s hurry up, let’s hurry up

Jill Knapp: vocals, keyboards
Matt Casarino: acoustic & electric guitars, vocals, keyboards, synth bass
Ritchie Rubini: drums, programming 


Ten More Years

© 2016 Suburban Legends Music (ASCAP). All rights reserved.

These kids today. They'll never understand. They don't know what it's like to live without the internet...to ride bikes without helmets...to have to plan and scheme to see porn...to give up on your dreams...sigh...

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

LYRICS
Kids today - am I right?
They've never worked a day in their life
They don't know it feels to dig in their heels
Or even grow a callous on their hand
Ah, kids today will never understand

Kids today - what the hell?
Their lives are spent inside some safety shell
They're spending their teens just staring at their screens
And living in some virtual wonderland
No, kids today will never understand

Every generation has it better than the last
So everybody's had it worse than you
So you better sit and listen when we tell you 'bout the past
Really it's the least that you can do

We used to ride our bikes with our heads exposed, played tapes on giant stereos
We’d walk to school all on our own, no internet, no mobile phones
We paid for music, we stood in lines, borrowed books and paid the fines
And we had to scheme if we wanted to see some naked people on TV
	
Every generation has it better than the last
At least I think that’s how it’s s’posed to be
But I wouldn't call them blessed, they gotta grow up in this mess
I'm grateful they're the young ones, not me

Kids today – am I right?
They’ve never worked a day in their life
They don’t know what it means to give up on their dreams
And give in to the corporate grind
And know they're running out of time
While singing bitter songs
Screaming what the hell is wrong
With kids today, with these kids today
Stupid kids today, rotten kids today


Jill Knapp: vocals, stylophone, bleeps
Matt Casarino: acoustic & electric guitars, vocals
Ritchie Rubini: drums & percussion
Kevin Niemi: bass
Joe Testa: guitar solos
Rodney Anonymous: special guest star, wisdom

Kids Today

A song that tries to make sense of life by treating it as the set of a movie, or a play - or even a dream sequence. But which is life, and which is the dream? And are we awake? How do we know?

Too many questions. Best to just sing along. 

NOTE: 100% NO AUTOTUNE/MELODYNE/PITCH CORRECTION EVER. We never, ever use any type of auto-tune or even minor pitch corrections or filters. What you hear is what we sang/played, always. We're humans.

DREAM SEQUENCE

In the dark, eager crowds gather and wait down below
They hit their mark thinking they'd rather be part of some other show	
Still they're asking for more
How can they dance when I haven't yet finished the score

Now we enter the scene, here comes the big reveal and	
It was all just a dream, oh but it feels more real than
La, la da da da, la da da da...	

Every line carefully crafted with passion and rage
But every time the actors take over they stray so far from the page
And the story falls apart
Why even try when you can't tell the lie from the art?

Now we enter the scene, here comes the big reveal and	
It was all just a dream, oh but it feels more real than
La, la da da da, la da da da...	

Isn't it strange, everything changes with just a single word	
Motivations double back reality is blurred
Lights fill your eyes and the script is revised and the 
     truth remains concealed 
But this is no dream, I swear, I swear this is real

And the story falls apart
Made up as we go but somehow we still know it by heart

All is quiet on the set, one sound could break the spell and
Here's another vignette, One that I'll never tell and
Now we enter the scene, here comes the big reveal and	
It was all just a dream, oh but it feels more real than
La, la da da da, la da da da...

Jill Knapp: vocals, vocal arrangements, percussion, keyboards
Matt Casarino: acoustic guitar, keyboards, vocals
Angela Sheik: vocals, keyboards, flute, additional arrangements
Ritchie Rubini: drums, percussion, programming, vocals
Ray Gagliardino: bass	


Dream Sequence

How many does it take to rock? Wise men have struggled with this question since the dawn...of time. But we know, for we are dorks. So sit back and let Hot Breakfast! take you on the most epic of epic journeys as they answer the question of just how many people it takes to bring on...the rock. 

(Hint: look at the title.)

It Only Takes Two To Rock

Here's a demo of a song written & recorded by Matt Casarino a couple years ago. We're still working on making it a Hot Breakfast! song, but there's something about this recording we kind of like - it's very 3AM (which is probably when he did the vocals). We thought it would be fun to share it.

Let's Watch (Demo)

Written by Matt Casarino. (c) 2013 Suburban Legends Music. All Rights Reserved.
Produced by Ritchie Rubini. Recorded and engineered by Ray Gagliardino at Studio 825.
Jill Knapp - vocals, keyboards
Matt Casarino - guitars, vocals
Ray Gagliardino - bass
Ritchie Rubini - drums & percussion
Dave Duncan - guitar solo

Underground

Defender

HOT BREAKFAST! is Delaware’s premier acoustic dork-rock power duo. Based in Wilmington, Delaware, this well-traveled, entertaining duo features Jill Knapp’s award-winning powerhouse vocals, Matt Casarino’s award-winning songwriting and furious acoustic guitar work, and a rockin’, fun, dorky, often hilarious live show. They’ve won over audiences all across North America with their playful, inclusive, and compelling approach to music, an approach that makes them equally comfortable at huge festivals (SXSW 2014-2016, Flipside 2012, Burning Man 2011, 2018), large punk and rockabilly venues like the Trocadero in Philly and Slim’s in San Francisco (where they’ve shared the stage with The Dead Milkmen), folk clubs, coffeehouses, and intimate house concerts. 

Original tracks from their self-titled EP (2012’s “Hot Breakfast!”) and their full-length albums (2015’s The Big Reveal & 2013’s 39 Summers) continue to enjoy radio play around the world on terrestrial, internet, and even satellite stations – they’ve even had songs featured on Little Steven’s Underground Garage (“Underground”) and the Dr. Demento Show (“Hole in Your Pants”). They’ve got several awards on their shelves (WSTW Homey Awards for Best Live Act (two years in a row!), Best Songwriter, Best Lead Singer (twice!), Best EP, & Best Collaboration (twice!), and they were second runner-up in 2014’s Best of World Cafe Live’s Philly Rising competition, out of hundreds of musicians. Plus, they’ve logged many thousands of tour miles since their official formation in 2010, and they have no plans to stop now. After a Hot Breakfast! show, what is left of your melted face will be smiling. Dork’s honor.

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