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Batstone - 1st

by Dean Batstone

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Roses On Black Copyright 1981 words and music by Dean Batstone and Barry Meredith Red sky again today, death is everywhere All’s left are memories, the land’s poisoned and bare The leaders are huddled safe with what ever they could borrow Too late for all their words There’ll be no martyrs for tomorrow Roses on black [no martyrs for tomorrow] Roses on black [no martyrs, un-huh] Roses on black, no turning back Roses on black. They said that we could win if we could strike first And so the day was picked, the plan was well rehearsed Forgot they’d get us back for that universal sorrow Too late to second guess, there’ll be no martyrs for tomorrow Roses on black [no martyrs for tomorrow] Roses on black [no martyrs, un-huh] Roses on black, no turning back Roses on black. We forgot in too few years all that history taught us We misused and abused all our learning brought us I see with fading eyes futility in our sorrow Ten times ten thousand years, still no martyrs for tomorrow Roses on black [no martyrs for tomorrow] Roses on black [no martyrs, un-huh] Roses on black, no turning back Roses on black.
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What Do I Know? Copyright 1980 words and music by Dean Batstone I’ve got this song in my soul I’m gonna sing it out loud, right out of control Out of control No excuses for the way that I sing No excuses for the money I bring home at the end of the night Hey, I’m doing alright. But what do I know? It’s the same on down the line Take just what you need, boys Leave just what you can That suits me fine. Don’t got no worries or frets Don’t got no money, but I ain’t got no debts to no one I still got my pride Agents they’re all laughing at me It’s my guess the just don’t see Hey, the music means more Than the nickels and dimes But what do I know? It’s the same on down the line Take just what you need, boys Leave just what you can That suits me fine. I’ve got a roof and a bed Got my shoes on my feet, got my songs in my head I guess I’m easily pleased I’ve got my girl by my side She believes in me and with me that’s alright She takes me into the night But what do I know? It’s the same on down the line Take just what you need, boys Leave just what you can That suits me fine.
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One More Hour Copyright 1981 words and music by Dean Batstone Whicker lampshade, naked walls Ruffled sheets that tell it all My coat lies restless on your rocking chair Somewhere someone’s wondering why I’m still not there One more hour Don’t let me leave you this way One more hour I’d give up my world just to stay One more hour alone here with you. Soft words spoken by candle light Holding on ’til the time is right Standing speechless at your door Wishing I could hold you just once more One more hour Don’t let me leave you this way One more hour I’d give up my world just to stay One more hour alone here with you. Streetlight’s dimming, dawn won’t wait Sunlight dances on your window pane My shoes are damp now with the morning dew As your house falls quickly from my view One more hour Don’t let me leave you this way One more hour I’d give up my world just to stay One more hour alone here with you.
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Sunshine In My Garden Copyright 1979 words and music by Dean Batstone Sunshine in my garden, love stay for a day Feel good, feel right, you make sunshine stay Sunshine in my garden, we grow strong and tall Then comes cool night, feels right to us all When I feel myself starting to fade When all sky above me turns grey You come baby sunshine and chase my blues away. Smile come to my face, now, smile stay for a day Feel good, feel right, friendly smile your way Smile may hide your sorrow, laughter ease there pain Smile enough you’ll be laughing at the rain When I feel myself starting to fade When all sky above me turns grey You come baby laughter and chase my blues away. Song come to my heart now, song stay for a day Feel good, feel right, sing my time away Makes you move your feet, now, makes your body sway Makes you want to sing your blues away When I feel myself starting to fade When all sky above me turns grey I sit in the sun and I sing my blues away I sit in the sun and I laugh my blues away I sit in my garden and I sing my blues away.
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Throw It Away Copyright 1981 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone I won’t kick down your door, but it’s never been locked before Oo, that touch that comes free, you say just for me, I don’t care Someone breaks a bottle on the sidewalk That’s just Saturday’s dancing misfits looking for another free show Hey, I don’t know So throw it away It’s so easy To just throw it away. All these throw away lines, hidden love under the neon signs We just slip to the beat, the shootin’ sherry shaking our feet On the corner every moment is glory Well, it has to be when you’ve just got yesterdays dreams in the frozen zone The moon is a bone So throw it away It’s so easy To just throw it away. Well, I’m just spinning my wheels, so something’s said for burnt out ideals So tonight I won’t go, I don’t know, that’s just the way that I feel [Lock the door, honey] And the curtain is drawn on the ones too young to get into the show And though their shoes are scuffed It’s still not enough So throw it away It’s so easy To just throw it away.
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Desperate Man Copyright 1980 words and music by Dean Batstone Unlike the maid who’s sailer left her waiting Without a spoken word to tell her why Though the tide rides in each day it will not bring him He left her there forever, high and dry With the dawn I would follow I’m a desperate man There’s no place I’d not go Just for the touch of your hand And your body beside me I’m a desperate man. Unlike the man who’s lover left him waiting To lie each night in stillness, all alone To hold the wish someday she’d be returning To walk the streets but never find her home With the dawn I would follow I’m a desperate man There’s no place I’d not go Just for the touch of your hand And your body beside me I’m a desperate man. Unlike the ones who’s life has left them waiting To dream about the love they almost had One taste of you and I’m through with all that sorrow My pride is down, my suitcase in my hand With the dawn I would follow I’m a desperate man There’s no place I’d not go Just for the touch of your hand And your body beside me I’m a desperate man.
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Dancing With The Gnomes Copyright 1979 words and music by Dean Batstone In my dream, the world, it ends With a roar like thunder my life transcends Into another world unlike our own Bursts of sound and children’s cries A flash of light near blinds my eyes When I open them I find I’m not alone A short, chubby guy resembling one of the seven dwarfs Leads me by the hand across a warf To a wooden castle floating on the sea He says I’m not he first, you know He’s seen thousands come and go They come hear just to learn how not to be And he starts singing Don’t be afraid You’ll be ok Stand up and face your life with a smile All of your fears will slip away The moon and stars dance with the trees Little gnomes are pulling at my knees It’s like some natural cosmic exhibition They’re all singing now and it shakes the sky A little one yells out ‘C’mon boy, try’ But I’m overtaken with my inhibition ’Til they all start singing Don’t be so shy Give it a try All men were made their songs to sing Let your voice ring out far and wide Now I’m dancing, arms wildly flinging I turn around and bells start ringing I’m looking at the fairest, beautiful moon child She’s all dressed in white and silky things Her hands they shine with glistening rings She proceeds to seduce me with her eyes And she starts singing Show me a smile Loving’s my style You’ve got to give your love away Your heart’s full of love, now let it fly I wake on the floor, my foot caught in the sheets I wrestle myself into a heap I guess I must’ve danced right off the bed It all seemed to real, but it was just a dream Dancing with the girl, the gnomes and the trees But I could hear the song clear in my head It went….la,la,la,la…..
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The Hardest of Times Copyright 1981 words and music by Dean Batstone I’m gonna settle down someday, nobody can change my mind If the sun don’t shine on me right now, it’ll shine in it’s own sweet time Nobody ever hurt me in my life, well, not so bad that it never healed But then nobody these days bothers to stop To ask you how you really feel I’m going home to the ones who have stayed by my side To the ones who have helped and the ones who have tried The give me the friendship that money can’t buy And love through the hardest of times. Driving all night through the wind and the rain The white line never leads me astray Alone on the road, well I sometimes get scared But I’m sure this old car knows the way Waiting for someone to hold out a sign To show me the best way to go This road can be hard on the strongest of men But this road’s gonna carry me home I’m going home to the ones who have stayed by my side To the ones who have helped and the ones who have tried The give me the friendship that money can’t buy And love through the hardest of times. I’m gonna settle down someday, nobody can change my mind If the sun don’t shine on me right now, it’ll shine in it’s own sweet time I’ve never been one to hurry my life I guess things’ll change when they will I’ll just have to wait ’til the time is right Or ’til I figure I’ve had my fill Then I’ll go home to the ones who have stayed by my side To the ones who have helped and the ones who have tried The give me the friendship that money can’t buy And love through the hardest of times, The hardest of times.
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Once In This Lifetime Copyright 1980 words and music by Dean Batstone and Barry Meredith The tales are told of streets of gold And songs so strong they don’t grow old A heart so pure it does not age And words so true they burn the page It comes but once in this lifetime Give me the real thing. Love much greater than the sin And strong enough to pull me in One more chance to love again That gentle touch that melts the pain It comes but once in this lifetime Give me the real thing. And will I not live long after I die My soul to return to the sea or the sky Will I endure in love and in pain Will I be seen on this world again Like a treasure in the ground That waits in hiding to be found I’m searching for the truest soul To all it’s been the hardest goal It comes but once in this lifetime Give me the real thing.

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released June 6, 1982

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Dean Batstone Ottawa, Ontario

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A veteran of the Canadian Music scene, having performed full time across Canada and The US for over 40 years, Dean Batstone shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon. A charismatic live performer who works solo or with a band, he has recorded 12 full length albums with some of the most iconic musicians in America. ... more

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