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Broken - Dean Batstone

by Dean Batstone

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Movin' On 04:14
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Movin’ On Copyright © 2015 words and music by Dane Pontzius and Dean Batstone. After living and playing in Nashville for years, I met Dane while he was managing my ‘home’ H-D dealership in FL. Fast friends for 3 years, this song started by Dane as a tribute to my life on the road and the BatBus and he conscripted me to help him finish it, which we did. This is my attempt to record it with some of the original sentiment it had the night we wrote it, drinks in hand…. Pictures fading in my pocket Records hanging on the wall Every day that I grow colder I leave more memories where they fall So many words, so many faces So many friends, so many places Each one burns a picture in my mind But I can’t rewind, well, not all the time I’m movin’ on ‘cause I can’t stay Close the door on yesterday Take a picture, sing a song It won’t be long ’til I’m movin’ on Words like diesel through my engines As I’m driving this old friend A brand new picture in my pocket Another town around the bend If I had a hit, I’d probably hock it A perfect song stuck in my head Though I can’t recall them all I had a ball, right before the fall I’m movin’ on ‘cause I can’t stay Close the door on yesterday Take a picture, sing a song It won’t be long ’til I’m movin’ on This old bus still carries me Draggin’ trails of memories Her spirit strong after I’m gone I’m movin’ on ‘cause I can’t stay Close the door on yesterday Take a picture, sing a song It won’t be long ’til I’m movin’ on.
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Selfies 05:17
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’Selfies’. Copyright © 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone. You can walk the harder road without money You can walk the harder road without friends You can walk until you fall, then Brother, you must crawl ‘Cause you’re on the harder road until it ends You can talk all day about food to the hungry You can talk all day about dying to the youth Fast talk sells a Cadillac, but it won’t bring a dead man back And Sister, we’re all dying for some truth Truth is we’re falling in slow motion While racing hand in hand towards some light We’d love ourselves if we could find the notion Let lovin’ someone else right now suffice Singing “Damn, I’m feeling pretty fine tonight” I could pour one more tequila for inspiration Or pray to every worldly God I’ve known Or sell this old guitar, fill the tank in this old car Drive another thousand miles from No One’s Home Truth is we’re living in slow motion Too fast to even recognize the blur We’d pace ourselves if we could find the notion Living in the moment’s all we’ve learned Singing “Great Big Me in this little World” Suffer the children for not knowing Suffer the old for knowing too much Suffer the wise for holding deep inside The knowing that truth lies in the touch Truth is we’re dying in slow motion Slow enough to read the writing on the wall We’d forgive ourselves if we could find the notion We’re too busy taking ‘selfies’ of our fall Singing “Look how good I’m lookin’ for y’all”.
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All Over The World 04:40
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All Over The World Copyright © 2015 words and music by John Carlson and Dean Batstone. An award-winning songwriter in his own right, I met John through mutual friend Bud Moffet in North Carolina. We finished 2 of John’s songs in a few hours in the BatBus and I was immediately impressed with his originality, sense of melody and masterful guitar work. This is one of those songs. I don’t wear a badge or a crown No one bows down when I come around Still I feel like something ain’t right Not just with me, not just tonight All over the world I don’t rule legions or arms I try every day to do no one harm Still I feel like we’ve lost our way Not just in my town, not just today All over the world In times like these I bend on my knees In times like these I pray for peace Not just for me….all over the world I don’t wear the false hope of youth I’ve stood toe to toe with the cold, hard truth Still I feel it’s time we should start To walk hand in hand and sing with one heart All over the world In times like these I bend on my knees In times like these I pray for peace Not just for me….all over the world In times like these I bend on my knees In times like these I pray for peace In times like these I reach out my hand In times like these I see the greater plan In times like these we need one heart In times like these it’s time to start In times like these I pray for peace All over the world.
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You'd Be Wrong 04:06
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You’d Be Wrong Copyright © 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone. The oldest ‘new song’ on this record, I wrote this not long after finishing recording the ‘Unbroken’ album and have been playing it live ever since, so by the time I settled in to record it in the bus, we knew each other well…it cried for my old hollow body Epiphone electric, too…I obliged… Well, if you walked in with nothin' 2 hours later left with nothin' You'd think no one would notice you’d moved on But this close to borderlines Black 'n' white gets grey sometimes If you're thinkin’ you owe no one, you'd be wrong I’ve learned that there’s a price for every choice we make And some debts that can’t be paid for with a song There’s a code you have to live Never take more than you give ‘Cause if you’re thinkin’ it’s a free ride, you’d be wrong Wrong, wrong wrong. If that waitress with the smile And her almost undone style Comes up short again tonight, she’ll be gone She might walk out in the streets With all her fingers and her teeth But if you think she ain’t paid something, you’d be wrong I’ve learned that there’s a price for every choice we make And some debts that can’t be paid for with a song There’s a code you have to live Never take more than you give ‘Cause if you’re thinkin’ it’s a free ride, you’d be wrong Wrong, wrong wrong. That man with the black eyes He’s vacant, mean and high And he’d break me if I stared a bit too long There’s only one way outta here 2 tequila’s for each beer ‘Cause if you’re thinkin’ there’s a back door, you’d be wrong I’ve learned that there’s a price for every choice we make And some debts that can’t be paid for with a song There’s a code you have to live Never take more than you give ‘Cause if you’re thinkin’ it’s a free ride, you’d be wrong Wrong, wrong wrong.
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Steal Some Time 04:19
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Steal Some Time Copyright © 2015 words and music by Dean Batstone. Some songs write themselves, it seems….this one came out of me whole and unprovoked, except perhaps by a moment of reflection towards the years of being somewhere, wondering if I should be somewhere else… I can’t say I’ve no regrets, I’ve had a few There’s a couple things I’d change, now how ‘bout you? Though I’ve mostly liked the road I’ve travelled on There’s been lots of days of wishing I were home If I could slow life down Bring the best things back around I guess I know exactly what I’d do Steal some time, to hold the ones I love Steal some time, there’s never quite enough If there’s one thing this old heart would gladly do It’s steal some time. I ain’t wise enough to be offering advice And if I’ve lied, it seems I’ve always paid the price I’ve worked hard for every little gain I’ve made Oh, if I had one buck for every song I’ve played Lord knows I’m no thief But this time I believe There’s one crime I could bring my heart to do Steal some time, to hold the ones I love Steal some time, there’s never quite enough If there’s one thing this old heart would gladly do It’s steal some time. I’m not sayin’ life’s been easy, it’s been hard I ain’t the kind to blame the dealer, or the cards I won’t say I’ve never loved, I’ve loved a few Though I’ve preached ‘to thine own heart be true’ These days are rushing by You’re not here, I don’t know why But I think I know exactly what to do Steal some time, to hold the ones I love Steal some time, there’s never quite enough If there’s one thing this old heart would gladly do It’s steal some time Steal some time Steal some time with you.
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Lonely Lady Wind 06:31
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Lonely Lady Wind Copyright © 1979 words and music by Dean Batstone. I’d been writing songs for 4 years by the time I wrote this in 1979….I had not been on the road yet, but reading it, you’d think I’d been for decades. Re-discovering this song at this time in my career left me needing to find a place for it on this record…I think it fits… I stumbled into town last night Looking for a place to rest my bones I’ve been ramblin’ too long Singing the same old, tired song One cold beer to ease my mind One more whiskey and I’m flying The bar maid sings a honky tonk She look right through me with those eyes There was something on her mind, I knew it all the time I wondered how she’d make me feel There was something in her eyes that drew me deep inside For a secret I could steal Lately, I’ve been riding down a road that never ends Like a man who don’t know the difference Between a lover and a friend Roll me over, Lady Wind Roll me, Lonely Lady Wind. Baby, you weren’t fooling me A girl like you has been around I guess you figured I would see Pick up on what you were putting down Some refuge now might be alright I ain’t got no money for the cause But maybe I could stay tonight This old road can be so hard There was something on your mind, I knew it all the time I wondered how you’d make me feel There was something in your eyes that drew me deep inside For a secret I could steal Lately, I’ve been riding down a road that never ends Like a man who don’t know the difference Between a lover and a friend Roll me over, Lady Wind Roll me, Lonely Lady Wind. Layin’ here I could forget All those nights so along and cold Start to think maybe it’s time Yes, it’s true, we all grow old It’s no small surprise that I could see What your smile was trying to say But I never thought you’d fall for me And I never thought that I might stay There was something on your mind, I knew it all the time I wondered how you’d make me feel There was something in your eyes that drew me deep inside For a secret I could steal Lately, I’ve been riding down a road that never ends Like a man who don’t know the difference Between a lover and a friend Roll me over, Lady Wind Roll me, Lonely Lady Wind.
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7 Days Of Rain 04:29
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7 Days of Rain Copyright © 1986, words and music by Dean Batstone. First written as a pop rock song for my band and recorded [though never released] that way a year later in 1987, the style and sentiment of this song, once slowed down and stripped down, seemed to cry out to be on this record. Clouds of fear come down on me Shaking my security There’s one for hope and one for greed And one for those inside of me Sorrow once washed me away When my fire turned to grey But like a river to the sea The fire burns again in me And I wait again on the sun Until my 7 days of rain is done And I’ll wait for you to come home To the 7 days again of rain I face alone For laughter, shed another tear Life pass through another year I curse the ones who hold me down For the deaf can hear the sweetest sounds And I wait again on the sun Until my 7 days of rain is done And I’ll wait for you to come home To the 7 days again of rain I face alone If your heart is really true The maybe I can see through you If darkness were the only light Then Lord, I’m ready for the night And I wait again on the sun Until my 7 days of rain is done And I’ll wait for you to come home To the 7 days again of rain I face alone
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We Loved 04:15
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We Loved Copyright © 2015 words and music by Dean Batstone. My small hand-held recording of this song is witness to how seamlessly it flowed from me….I wrote it, sang it, then set up the BatBus gear and recorded it in one pass…I overdubbed the second guitar…nothing’s perfect here, but it’s perfectly ‘Broken’… There was a time, that was my heart I gave without regret Hallelujah, the angels sang And blessed our tangled bed In your eyes, the tangled thoughts You find no words, but doubt my heart You reel yourself back in Safe behind your wall again But there was a time we loved. That was a smile you broke just now I see your eyes still sing Hallelujah, my angel’s trying To fly with broken wings In my mind the tangled thoughts Time might grant you all I’m not You’ll put that key back down Close the door, turn around There was a time we loved. There was a feeling, deep and quiet Fuelled only by our youth Hallelujah, angels hands Led me me to one truth In our time these tangled sheets Masked the thing you needed most I was way too me to see The best of you needs to be free But there was a time we loved.
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These Days 04:28
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These Days Copyright © 2015 words and music by Dean Batstone. 35 years on the road….it’s not cliche to say it’s sometimes a blur….life is short…and fast…and faster…and… These years spent burning words into my brain, These years spent raging like a hurricane, They slip by like sands of time that blind I’m scratching for a piece of ground to claim And hold long enough to give it back again These years are measured by a hunger far too great To satisfy with what’s left on our plates. These days of speeding words and hotter suns These days of instant stars and faster guns Slow death bleeds the middle class Scratching for what’s left of Daddy’s past We can’t hold it long enough to give it back These days are measured by how much we throw away After feeding what we’re needing in these days. These hours, mostly words fall on deaf ears, These hours, we smart phone pictures of our tears I can’t sleep as I wait for your reply So I write another song that you won’t hear That’s what I do these hours, these days, these years In this life I offer no excuse and lay no blame All I’ve left to give you is my name.
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Home Is Where The Hurt Is 04:58
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Home Is Where The Hurt Is Copyright © 1995 words and music by Dean Batstone and Barry Brown. A prolific writer and Juno award winner, Barry Brown [The Family Brown] helped me finish this song about 20 years ago. I demo-ed it once before, but it’s never been released. Happy I recorded a version of it for this record. Please knock, the door bell doesn’t work That’s one more example of my handy work That silence rings true in this house of lies Where love used to live, but now my heartache won’t die Home is where the hurt is But I can’t bear the pain As I unlock the door And cross that threshold again Each room holds a memory That hits me where I live In my hand I hold the key To all that’s hurting me Home is where the hurt is. So tonight I’ll draw the curtains on my pain And close the windows of hope that I’ll hold you again I’ll walk these cold halls of my solitude Alone in my heart, but haunted by you Home is where the hurt is But I can’t bear the pain As I unlock the door And cross that threshold again Each room holds a memory That hits me where I live In my hand I hold the key To all that’s hurting me Home is where the hurt is.
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Sister Tequila 04:09
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Sister Tequila Copyright © 2015 words and music by Dean Batstone. Sometimes my saviour….sometimes my muse…the Sister always manages to lead me somewhere and sometimes, I stay there a while… Don’t send me no money for a ticket For some Greyhound, one way from San Antone I like it fine right here Folks don’t bend my ear And Sister Tequila takes me home Don’t write me no letters of affliction Of how I left you danglin’ on some string I didn’t read ‘em then I won’t read ‘em now I let Sister Tequila wear my ring I keep the faith I keep the faith Salvation only lasts ’til the bottom of the glass So I keep the faith The sign over the doorway reads ‘Lolita’s’ But all that’s left of her is her good name Most folks keep to themselves Like the dust up on the shelves And Sister Tequila warms my veins I keep the faith I keep the faith Salvation only lasts ’til the bottom of the glass So I keep the faith Regrets will only bleed you if you let ‘em I might of had a few, I’m past them now I worshipped you before I don’t do that any more I let Sister Tequila lay me down I keep the faith I keep the faith Salvation only lasts ’til the bottom of the glass But the Sister and me, we keep the faith

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The BatBus Demos - Recorded by Dean live in his tour bus in 2014-2015, somewhere in North America.

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released April 1, 2015

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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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