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Streetalk
04:29
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Street Talk
Copyright 1982 words and music by Dean Batstone
Kicking down the sidewalk you hear the street talk
I guess it never stops
You hear the latest bullshit and it won’t quit
Then you hear another name drop
Davey’s got a new girl with blonde curls
They’re cruisin’ in the rag top
Billy just got busted, well he must have
‘Cause they took him to the cop shop
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Well I guess you should know
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Street talk.
Willy and the Poor Boys stopped making noise
‘Cause the rockers took the corner
They’re dancing down at Ringo’s to the light show
Where the computer takes your order
Kelly’s doing a brain fade…she had it made
’Til the pusher took her pennies
Jodie says he’s content in the government
But then he ain’t getting any
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Well I guess you should know
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Street talk.
Hey hey, you can spare me all of the facts
Hey hey…and the knife in the back
Cindy’s by the street light, she’s an ex-wife
Looking for some action
Ian’s got a new band, he’s a front man
Now they’re a main attraction
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Well I guess you should know
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I guess it’s true ‘cause you said so
Street talk.
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Dancin' On The Strand
03:30
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Dancin’ On The Strand
Copyright 1984 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone
Walking under windows
Calling out the door-o
Running between cars and
Dancin’ on the strand
Living in the moment
Laughing at the accents
Shouting at the girls and
Dancin’ on the strand
We go Dancin’ on the strand
Leaving with a reason
Everything’s in season
I’m checking out the clubs and
I’m dancin’ on the strand
Listen to the noise as
Guitar licks thrill the boys
I take the night in hand and
I go dancin’ on the strand
We go Dancin’ on the strand
Watching while the night breaks
Learning all the best fakes
I’m doing double takes and
I’m dancin’ on the strand
Driving through the cool night
I’m thinking that I just might
Take in one more band and
Go dancin’ on the strand
We go Dancin’ on the strand.
Everybody’s dancin’ on the strand
Look at me, I’m dancin’ on the strand
Everybody’s dancin’ on the strand.
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Laughing Outside
02:52
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Laughing Outside
Copyright 1983 words and music by Dean Batstone
You caught me laughing to myself, no explanation
You heard me singing with words of jubilation
I look at you and my heart is filled with wonder
You are my love and the power that I’m under
Just look in my eyes
I’ve got no tears to cry
As the world passes by
I’ll be laughing outside.
So why so sad, it’s not that bad, there’s still tomorrow
Lets songs of gladness drown your words of sorrow
I’ve got a plan to deliver us from burdens
Drop your worries and fears that got you hurtin’
Just look in my eyes
I’ve got no tears to cry
As the world passes by
I’ll be laughing outside.
So come on, don’t let the darkness keep you
Sing out, those blues’ll never beat you
Look up, when the sky is full of thunder
Let it rain, it’ll make the sun look brighter
Just look in my eyes
I’ve got no tears to cry
As the world passes by
I’ll be laughing outside.
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Reckless Freedom
04:08
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Reckless Freedom
Copyright 1982 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone
I see a smile that’s traced by guilt
And your eyes say no tomorrow
I can’t believe your words, you speak
Of times all bound by sorrow
In your restless search for truth
Where did you think you’d find it?
In the passion of one night
Or maybe the hollow of you spirit
Let’s have another glass of wine
Let the world spin with no reason
Let’s take this night and run
With the wind of reckless freedom
You fought so hard and still you lost
All your slogans fell like thunder
You knew the lies, you knew one truth
And your heart could seek no other
Let’s have another glass of wine
Let the world spin with no reason
Let’s take this night and run
With the wind of reckless freedom
So where’s it gone you ask yourself
For there was once you thought you had it
Each time you’ve tried to grasp it’s life
Well it dies, or you just face it
Let’s have another glass of wine
Let the world spin with no reason
Let’s take this night and run
With the wind of reckless freedom
Let’s live it all and live it hard
Together with no reason
We’ll take this night and run
With the wind of reckless freedom.
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Black and White
04:22
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Black and White
Copyright 1984 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone
Beauty alone won’t redeem you
There’s no justice that we can save
Even the best love may leave you
And faith can be your slave
So where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
How can you tell me you’re right
Where everything’s grey tonight.
What peace do we know except post-war?
No tomorrow ’till we kill today
Time may give us what we ask for
Tomorrow might take it away
So where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
How can you tell me you’re right
Where everything’s grey tonight.
The only questions worth thought go unanswered
The only promise worth making we waste
We long for the past and its burdens
What’s a window if it’s got no shade
So where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
Where’s the black and white
How can you tell me you’re right
Where everything’s grey tonight.
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Can't Shake That Beat
05:05
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Can’t Shake That Beat
Copyright 1984 words and music by Dean Batstone
I splash my face with cold water
I scrape my beard with a rusty blade
I put on my T-shirt and my rolled up jeans
Then I give last night’s beer a taste
I take the back door down the alley
I’ve come to kick you out of bed
I’ve gotta put the record on your stereo
Hey Joe, it’s dancing in my head
I gotta hear that song
The one we heard last night
I gotta hear that song
It sounds so sweet
I gotta hear that song
That’s on the radio
I gotta hear that song
I can’t shake that beat.
I drag you out into the daylight
We run the tunnels up the street
My shoes are kicking up the sidewalk
This pavement’s burning up my feet
Into the diner on the Midway
My quarter slides in the machine
The notes music fills each corner
Hey Joe, that’s the song I mean
I gotta hear that song
The one we heard last night
I gotta hear that song
It sounds so sweet
I gotta hear that song
That’s on the radio
I gotta hear that song
I can’t shake that beat.
The night time finds us at the Roxy
The girls are checking out our jeans
They’re bumming’ smokes, but I don’t got ‘em
Just breath the air, the smoke is free
The band is cookin’ ‘neath the spotlights
My body starts to feel the heat
They strike a chord, it’s so familiar
Hey Joe, that’s the song I mean
I gotta hear that song
The one we heard last night
I gotta hear that song
It sounds so sweet
I gotta hear that song
That’s on the radio
I gotta hear that song
I can’t shake that beat.
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Mystery To Me
03:31
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Mystery To Me
Copyright 1983 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone and Barry Meredith
A flash bulb flares
See the photographic stares
Held naked for the moment
I’m not sure what the night meant
Another image burns
Will the ladies ever learn?
Phone rings on the floor
A solitary key turns in the door
It’s a mystery to me
How the heroes come up clean
It’s just a mystery
Life and fantasy
Played out by you and me
For the world to see
It’s a mystery to me.
A secret passion play
The world’s a candid stage
Some enjoy the heat
Some prefer the view from the back seat
Directed from a distance
Critical resistance
Writer cries, words at stake
Casts of laughter, words threaten to break
It’s a mystery to me
How the heroes come up clean
It’s just a mystery
Life and fantasy
Played out by you and me
For the world to see
It’s a mystery to me.
Motions caught in time
Big screen pantomime
Hero lives, hero dies
Lady in the aisle seat cries
It’s a mystery to me
How the heroes come up clean
It’s just a mystery
Life and fantasy
Played out by you and me
For the world to see
It’s a mystery to me.
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Count On Me
03:13
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Count On Me.
Copyright 1983 words and music by Dean Batstone
If I said that I would take you out walking
Then girl, you better put your best shoes on
‘Cause I’ll be at your door like a hundred times before
Pounding my heart out like a song
If I said I wouldn’t leave you in the night time
Then baby, you can write that in a stone
Put on you finest rings and dawn your angel wings
Tonight I won’t be leaving you alone
You can count on me
When the world is on your shoulders, count on me
You’ve been paying all your lifetime, but babe, my love is free
And I’ll love you girl forever
Count on me.
If lately I’ve been acting kind of distant
That’s only ‘cause I’ve been so far away
Pulling on these chains and living with the pain
Of knowing you wanted me to stay
So if I say I’m coming in the morning
Girl, you best be rising with the sun
‘Cause I’ll be at your door like a thousand times before
Forever, your shadow on the run
You can count on me
When the world is on your shoulders, count on me
You’ve been paying all your lifetime, but babe, my love is free
And I’ll love you girl forever
Count on me.
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Bye Bye
04:36
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Bye Bye
Copyright 1982 words by Dean Batstone and Doug DuCharme and music by Dean Batstone
Hey Julie, my childhood dreamer
Are you still thinking you’ll break this town
Are you still leaving them behind as you go
They’re all so slow
Have you spent all the hope you borrowed
Is there room in your plan for this man
Well, there’s no one could tell you your life
Was in their hands
But it’s a much better place that you go
As you’re leaving the ones who don’t know
And you’ll never be bored, or have your pleasures ignored
Or misplace a feeling, or feel unappealing
You’ll never need lies, or tears to cry
So bye bye Baby, bye bye.
Last night I saw some of your pictures
I see you best colour’s still blue
But the one thing I don’t understand
Is why they’re all of you?
Like an artist true to her subject
You’re a self portrait on a cross
You’re someone who’s winning the fight
And I guess it’s my loss
But it’s a much better place that you go
As you’re leaving the ones who don’t know
And you’ll never be bored, or have your pleasures ignored
Or misplace a feeling, or feel unappealing
You’ll never need lies, or tears to cry
So bye bye Baby, bye bye.
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Dean Batstone Ottawa, Ontario
DEAN BATSTONE - Bio
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.
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