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Lonely In America - Dean Batstone

by Dean Batstone

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1.
Not Jaded Yet 04:25
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No Jaded Yet. Copyright © 2011, words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar and Background Vocals I see more towns in one torn year than some do in a lifetime, As they fade in my rear view mirror, I take something to call mine, A turn of wood on a corner post A church steeple in the sun A sidewalk smile I won’t soon forget I’m not jaded yet. I’ve hurt enough to sing the Blues for something, or for someone Blue ain’t in me, at least not yet, so I sing this song When losing love I simply find Peace in my own peace of mind Joy in living with no regrets I’m not jaded yet. If jaded’s green and blues are sad, If yellow’s scared and black is bad, Then I’m a rainbow washed to grey, That filters clean life’s hardest rain Through the cracks across my face ‘til I’m all wet, I’m not jaded I’ve lost more chances at the prize than a thousand world contenders I’ve been sucker punched, yeah and beat down blind more times than I care to remember Stepping up or stepping out ain’t a choice I think about Faith in me is my one sure bet I’m not jaded yet I’m not jaded.
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Shovel Under Load 04:31
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Shovel Under Load Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Background Vocals Earl Slick – Electric Guitars Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke - Drums She wore fishnet and chewed tobacco and she spit through missing teeth But her eyes called like a midnight sun to her corner of the street Now a smarter man might’ve moved on past the hickory smoke and beer But a hungry man with a highway throat kicked the iron down one gear I took a beer to push the dust down, a tequila for the white line curse Lost my hunger to another shot, yeah, I was working on my thirst She moved me with her broken smile and poured one more Patrone Then motioned to the alleyway where we could be alone Ch: Oh I know the way this ends, Down a dirty Lone Star road, Tequila burning in my veins, and a Shovel under load. In the shadow of a road sign that still read ‘Texaco’ She pulled me to her shaking breast, then motioned down below As my hand moved I could feel the wet as it slid on cold, hard steel She closed my fist on a bloody blade and went running for the streets Ch: Oh I know the way this ends, Down a dirty Lone Star road, Tequila burning in my veins, and a Shovel under load. Her voice rang like a Siren, murder her refrain At my feet they saw a dead man, in my hands they saw the blame Now, a betting man might’ve gambled that the truth would clear his name But a running man took his fate in hand laying asphalt in his wake I cut my beard in Winnie, bleached my hair in Galveston I bought a gun in Waco, they’ve got 10 for everyone Painted the Hog in Corpus Christi, I had the border in my sites But turned North ‘til I hit Dallas, I ride mostly now at night Burned my clothes just East of Austin, the rest I pawned or sold But I still drinks tequila and this old Shovel’s never cold... Ch: Oh I know the way this ends, Down a dirty Lone Star road, Tequila burning in my veins, and a Shovel under load.
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When Cailey Cries 04:30
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When Cailey Cries. Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone. Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar, Background Vocals Jim Weider – Electric Guitars Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke - Drums I chased Cailey over bridges from New York to New Orleans Over rusted, pounding rhythms through my lost, repeating dreams Like a record stuck on ‘I love you’, my heart skipped the right words All Cailey ever wanted was the things she never heard There’s no cold regrets, no long goodbyes No turn to kiss her one last time No suffering word, no wondering why’s No Angel’s song when Cailey cries, I chased Cailey ‘til the rivers ran to oceans blue and green I tried to wash my sins away but could not come up clean Tore my feet upon the shoreline trying to catch the best I’d seen While the best of Cailey ran from everything I could not be There’s no cold regrets, no long goodbyes No turn to kiss her one last time No suffering words, no wondering why’s No Angel’s song when Cailey cries, I chase Cailey now in shadows, but she’s mostly out of sight She lost me South of Birmingham into a pale moonlight She could bend just like a willow but broken she won’t be She said “you may steal my heart once, you won’t take my smile from me” There’s no cold regrets, no long goodbyes No turn to kiss her one last time No suffering words, no wondering why’s No Angel’s song when Cailey cries, Now each night I scream the words that keep my heart so paralyzed There’s no Angel’s song when Cailey cries.
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Lonely In America 06:42
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Lonely In America Copyright © 2010 words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar, Background Vocals Jim Weider – Electric Guitar John Platania – Resonator Guitar George Quinn – Mandolin Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke - Drums Dirty Moonshine and a girl named Candy, A stolen night train with a shaky wheel Depression glass frames a velvet Elvis, Roman candles over Detroit steel RV theme parks and breasts of plastic, Coronation of the home coming queen Plywood windows over skateboard sidewalks, a thousand eyes stare through rusted screens Spinning in the melting pot of mankind, tell me how can anybody be Lonely in America, Lonely in America, Lonely in America like me. A hometown victory feeds the graffiti poets, pawn shop TV helps the beat down dream ‘Born To Run’ played with a trombone solo, the high school marching band down Mains St. A Dusty ale house at every crossroads, a gangland street dance where the borders meet Sunshine’s too strong for L.A. facelifts, potted memories are growing New World weed Spinning in the melting pot of mankind, tell me how can anybody be Lonely in America, Lonely in America, Lonely in America like me. Last year’s promise steels my passion This years promise helps me bleed Let me know if I’ve missed someone I’m damn sure no one’s missing me A million Harley Davidson’s parked in suburb driveways Slick Willy kissing all the single girls on Rhinebeck streets The all night DJ’s blasting white girl Hip Hop Or ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ to a reggae beat The Church St. Billboard reads Feed Your Hometown Hungry While the preacher’s pockets are bursting at the seams Sagging porches recall a grander purpose More than holding up the blistered paint on an American Dream Spinning in the melting pot of mankind, tell me how can anybody be Lonely in America, Lonely in America, Lonely in America like me.
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Love Don't Happen Every Time 03:29
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Love Don’t Happen Every Time. Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone. Dean Batstone – Acoustic and Electric Guitars John Platania – Electric and Lead Guitars Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke - Drums I have stolen every road sign Where wisdom should’ve had the sense to turn I have broken every cautious heart An honest day of loving could have earned I don’t mind the less travelled road Or learning love was never mine All that’s left is the letting go Love don’t happen every time I have squandered every kindness That a good heart should’ve found time to return I have fallen on the unholy side of righteous Just so I could feel the burn I don’t mind the longer road Or learning love can be unkind All that’s left is the letting go Love don’t happen every time I don’t mind the harder road Or learning love is sometimes blind All that’s left now is the letting go Love don’t happen every time.
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Frozen Night 03:30
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Frozen Night. Copyright © words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar Earl Slick – Electric Guitars Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke - Drums The door swings open and in a corner at the back I see two-step Sally sipping on a Yukon Jack Beneath one yellow light on a 3 legged stool A skinny white boy sings skinny white boy blues I beat my hands like drums against the Nawgahide Trying to loosen the grip of this frozen night Through the frost and the grime on the window pane I watch a black cat cross towards the bowling lanes One icicle snaps just like a switchblade in the dark And breaks on the sidewalk where this big Buick’s parked As if startled by the noise Fat Man pulls on his lights And drives off through the black of this frozen night Now, old Keystone Bobby seems he’s lost a few teeth For putting his eyes where his eyes shouldn’t be And Silicon Sue, she’s out there walkin’ the streets She’s got nothing to lose, man, ‘cause those things don’t freeze The blind man’s dog’s got no monopoly on bites ‘Cause I’m feeling the teeth of this frozen night As my fingers thaw I can feel my cigarette Pressed to my lips so they’ll never forget The song finally ends and there’s a tap on my back Give me two fresh glasses and a bottle of Yukon Jack Sally looks a lot warmer ‘neath a 40 watt light And I’ll settle for a little warmth on this frozen night.
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Northern Eyes 06:17
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NORTHERN EYES Copyright © 2010 words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitars Brian Hollander – Dobro Bill Keith – Banjo Guy 'Fooch' Fischetti – Fiddle Geoff Harden – Bass Debbi Adelman – Background Vocals She has somehow salvaged every half-lit smile that I have tried to hide, Weaved satin words of wisdom from the twisted lines that trail behind my mind, Worn smooth the jagged edges of the scars that I have carried far too long, Turned a black coal heart to diamond, then spent it like today’s already gone, A man can feel quite taken, forlorn, even forsaken, In the splendour of un-ending Northern eyes, A man can feel quite tall ‘til he swallowed in the fall, Of her un-ending Northern eyes She broke once in Kentucky and took me and half of Nazareth to task, I might have tried to help her, but I knew better than to ask, She grabbed her halo from the shoulder and then rose like it was all part of her dance, Kissed me with lips of bourbon and any sign of caring left to chance, A man can feel quite strange, unsettled, rearranged, Trying to question un-ending Northern eyes, A man can feel quite hard until he’s softened in the dark, Of her un-ending Northern eyes, I saw a single tear roll once that she blamed on a bitter, Northern wind, But the trail of broken memories tore a line across her cheek that would not mend, This diner ain’t a place to try and face all of the words that we can’t bend, Or any ghost she could not slay or every man that she could not call friend, A man can feel quite chained, disturbed, even pained, In the mercy of un-ending Northern eyes, A man can feel quite strong ‘til he’s broken ‘neath all that’s wrong, In her un-ending Northern eyes.
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Coat Of Steel 03:33
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Coat of Steel. Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone. Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar, Vibes, Background Vocals John Platania – Electric and Gut String Guitars Ira Coleman – Bass Gary Burke – Drums I heard a door slam But I was swinging from a crystal chandelier I heard a train cry Like the haunting sound of good-bye in my ears Someone turned the song up ‘Til the room was falling down Losing you was so much easier With everyone around But when the silence finally comes, it’s only you that I don’t feel While I’m spinning in this circle wrapped in my warm coat of steel I jumped a South bound Thinking I might catch my bird in flight I met a young heart Yeah, but she was just a sleep car in the night Someone pulled the shades down Leaving rail sounds in the rain Forgetting you is even harder Than remembering her name But when the silence finally comes, it’s only you that I don’t feel While I’m spinning in this circle wrapped in my warm coat of steel ...alone here on a platform In a crowded morning sun I realize there are no words To undo the things I’ve done When the silence finally comes It’s only you that I don’t feel When the blame walks in my shadow My armour’s tarnished and revealed You’re not here to heal this old wound I’ve so valiantly concealed And I’m spinning in my circle wrapped in my warm coat of steel.
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She Takes Her Time 04:10
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She Takes Her Time. Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitar Jim Weider – Electric Guitars Ira Colemen – Bass Gary Burke - Drums She can take a first kiss and make it last all night She can turn a small spark into a burning light She can take a candy and roll it on her tongue She can make her Daddy feel forever young She takes her time, she takes her time, she takes her time, She can turn a fast song into a lullaby She can count the stars out in an evening sky She can find the layers in every sip of wine She can find a reason to leave the world behind She takes her time, she takes her time, she takes her time, I’m spinning, turning, racing, burning, free... Time stands still each time she stands by me... She’ll wait on hours of grey skies to hold one ray of sun In a room of strangers she touches every one She’ll find a 4 leaf clover when all the world sees 3 She can find a good thing in a man like me She takes her time, she takes her time, she takes her time.
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The Walk Away 04:21
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The Walk Away. Copyright © 2011 words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone – Acoustic Guitars Brian Hollander – Dobro Bill Keith – Banjo Guy 'Fooch' Fischetti – Fiddle Geoff Harden – Bass Gary Burke – Drums Debbi Adelman – Background Vocals Your hands don’t hold me, well, not like they did before Your smile came easy when your smile came more Your lips used to speak the words ‘I love you’ as they brushed across my face Now I’m left with leaving but the life I’m leaving for can’t take your place My eyes get the broken lines on a highway with no home My heart gets the stay behind, but I can’t let that show My ears get the bittersweet of a small town radio My feet get the walk away, ‘cause that’s what they know. You built your walls up, but I handed you each stone But walls without windows, that’s a prison, not a home You used to be so good at finding reasons to hold on to what we’d found You can’t even find a few words strong enough to turn my feet around My eyes get the broken lines on a highway with no home My heart gets the stay behind, but I can’t let that show My ears get the bittersweet of a small town radio My feet get the walk away, yeah, that’s what they know. My eyes were all ideals My heart ever the fool My ears heard just love songs My feet danced for you But now my eyes get the broken lines on a highway with no home My heart gets the stay behind, but I won’t let that show My ears get the bittersweet of a small town radio My feet get the walk away, My feet get the walk away, My feet get the walk away, ‘cause that’s what they know.

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released June 6, 2012

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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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