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Unbroken - Dean Batstone

by Dean Batstone

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A Simple Man 04:28
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A SIMPLE MAN copyright © 2013 - 2014, words and music by Dean Batstone Gary Burke - Drums Ira Colemen - Bass John Platania - Electric Guitar Jim Weider - Acoustic and Electric Guitars Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic and Electric Guitars A thousand pearls roll off a braided string, and drop through cracks and holes, but that don't mean a thing, A thousand raindrops fall on a single seed, Roots fill cracks and holes from which a new life springs, I'm a simple man, that's what I am I walk a crooked line, straight as I can Forgiven and let go, for all I could not know Proud and naked with no plan, Except to live and die a simple man. One man walks home alone from a corner bar Dragging dreams behind like cans on a wedding car One man walks home from war, grateful he can walk Holds the ones he loves beneath a million stars, I'm a simple man, that's what I am I walk a crooked line, straight as I can Forgiven and let go, for all I could not know Proud and naked with no plan, Except to live and die a simple man. Outside your door you've placed a single chair Is that in case I come by and find that you're not there? I could rest, maybe find shelter from the rain Or did you leave it there 'cause you won't be needing it again? I'm a simple man, that's what I am I walk a crooked line, straight as I can Forgiven and let go, for all I could not know Proud and naked with no plan, Except to live and die a simple man.
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Everything I Own [David Gates] 05:33
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Everything I Own - David Gates Gary Burke - Drums D. James Goodwin - Bass Jim Weider - Electric Guitars Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar You sheltered me from harm Kept me warm, kept me warm You gave my life to me Set me free, set me free The finest years I ever knew Were all the years I had with you And I would give anything I own Give up my life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just to have you back again You taught me how to love What it's of, what it's of You never said too much But still you showed the way And I knew from watching you Nobody else could ever know The part of me that can't let go And I would give anything I own Give up my life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just to have you back again Is there someone you know You're loving them so But taking them all for granted You may lose them one day Someone takes them away And they don't hear the words you long to say I would give anything I own Give up my life, my heart, my home I would give everything I own Just to have you back again Just to touch you once again
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This Dance Is Ours 03:34
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This Dance Is Ours. Copyright © 2013 - 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone. Gary Burke - Drums Ira Coleman - Bass John Platania - Electric Guitar Jim Weider - Acoustic Guitar Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar Angie Moger - Background Vocals I've chased a couple like you about a thousand times before, I've given in to every weakened limb, I almost once felt love once, or at least I spoke the word, Then tripped over it as I was waltzing in, There's an angel at my door tonight, There's music beneath the stars, There's a calling to the pale moonlight, I believe this dance is ours. I've seen a private rainbow grace the sky after a storm, I've traded all I've treasured for one smile, I've kicked a couple doors in and found there's no one home, Then rebuilt the very walls that I've defiled, There's an angel at my door tonight, There's music beneath the stars, There's a calling to the pale moonlight, I believe this dance is ours. I don't mind if you lead, In fact, I think it might be best, To fold myself into your arms, Let this old song do the rest, There's an angel at my door tonight, There's music beneath the stars, There's a calling to the pale moonlight, I believe this dance is ours.
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The Little Things 04:27
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The Little Things Copyright © 2013 - 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone Ira Colemen - Bass Jim Weider - Electric Guitars Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar I want you, you want me, there’s no question Two strong hearts, one strong need, but no direction Sometimes it’s just not enough, great big passion and a great big love If we can’t live with the things that we can’t change The little things so small at the start, The little things so close to the heart, The little things are gonna tear us apart someday. I hurt you, you hurt me, there’s no question To forgive, that’s a gift, it’s not a weapon Learn to let go of each small pain or get lost in the dark, in a cloud of blame Whatever we rise above gets blown away The little things so small at the start, The little things so close to the heart, The little things are gonna tear us apart someday. The bigger the love, the harder the fall So don’t sweat the little things, or we might lose it all To the little things Sometimes it’s just not enough, great big passion and a great big love If we can’t love with the things that we can’t change The little things so small at the start, The little things so close to the heart, The little things are gonna tear us apart someday. I love you, you love me, there’s no question…
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An Old Actor On A Train 04:09
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A Old Actor On A Train Copyright © 2013 - 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone Gary Burke - Drums Ira Colemen - Bass John Platania - Electric Guitar Jim Weider - Acoustic Guitar Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar Don Sparks - Background Vocals Angie Moger - Background Vocals I was 29, me and Sarah doing her short play On a corner in The Village under street lights, Passers strained to hear the lines, but I tore them up so fine Under New York's endless summer, breaking midnight, The thunder of those Harley's could not deny her perfect words I loved Sarah and my lead role and the scratching few who heard, ...An old actor on a train An old dancer takes his hand An old poet coins a phrase An old fiddler strikes the band An old drummer steals the beat From the old wheels on the track An old voice sings the refrain For the old actor on a train. At 49, with my name in lights on Broadway My voice carried like wings on Sarah's words Offers came, I would not leave you, New York City Glory days and Sarah's shining love endured, We were perfect, just for now Seems we had enough, somehow I loved Sarah, the East Village And my sweet St. Pauli Girl ...An old actor on a train An old dancer takes his hand An old poet coins a phrase An old fiddler strikes the band An old drummer steals the beat From the old wheels on the track An old voice sings the refrain For the old actor on a train. 69, used to be my favourite number, Now it's weight just pulls me under my own shadow, Night train coffee, it’s never strong enough To put magic back in hands and hearts grown hollow, It's a short walk to the mall where I play Santa 30 days, But it's cold and I'm so tired, since God took Sarah away, Northbound on this train no one's eyes ever look up, Rolled over and turned down, like this wax-rimmed paper cup, I'd break the silence, just for now, If I could remember them somehow, Sweet Sarah's words… ….An old actor on a train An old dancer takes his hand An old poet coins a phrase An old fiddler strikes the band An old drummer steals the beat From the old wheels on the track An old voice sings the refrain For the old actor on a train.
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Another Fallen Angel 04:30
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Where Fallen Angels Meet Copyright © 2013 - 2014, words and music by Dean Batstone Ira Colemen - Bass Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar Day to day, week to week, kiss to kiss, cheek to cheek, it's empty love Shallow friends are wearing thin, cigarettes and whiskey grins are not enough She's trying' to find herself Tryin' to love herself, but it's hard When you're done with prayin' She's another Fallen Angel Hallow shattered at her feet She knows she won't find Heaven On the corner of the street But she's found me Where the Fallen Angels meet... She saw Jesus once when Momma died, she swears he had the deepest, kindest, darkest eyes I held her hand and for a while I held her heart 'til she smiled, then she cried She's trying' to lose her pain Tryin' to lose the blame, but it's hard When you're tired of prayin' She's another Fallen Angel Hallow shattered at her feet She knows she won't find Heaven On the corner of the street But she's found me Where the Fallen Angels meet... …bar stool princess, it's closing time, you're my dancing queen She breaks her Fallen Angel smile that somehow cuts through me The crucifix around my neck is only jewelry It won't buy trailers for sale or rent, or a small room down the street So goodnight, until we meet again, Where the Fallen Angels meet…. She's another Fallen Angel Hallow shattered at her feet She knows she won't find Heaven On the corner of the street But she's found me Where the Fallen Angels meet.
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The Spark Of Heroes 04:47
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The Spark of Heroes Copyright © 2013 - 2014, words and music by Dean Batstone Gary Burke - Drums Ira Colemen - Bass John Platania - Electric Guitar Jim Weider - Acoustic Guitar Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar and Background Vocals Chuck Laskowski - Background Vocals I've never been a victim, I hope I'll never be Any bad that's happened, well I guess was coming to me I've never been a sailor, but I think I'd like to be 'Cause the wind's been on my back since I was 17 Old train, don't fail Throw me on your faded box car, drag me back out on these janglin’ rails Old heart, beat strong Fly me back into the race on the wings of a sweet love song. I'm not signed up for Sainthood, I’m thinkin' that makes sense I measure how I'm doing by who I call my friends I've never been a rich man, except in every way That money cannot measure, I’m healthy, loved and sane Old train, don't fail Throw me on your faded box car, drag me back out on these janglin’ rails Old heart, beat strong Fly me back into the race on the wings of a sweet love song. I've seen the fire of young hearts, grow cold along this road Leaving souls lingering in shadows, so far from what they know I've never seen a saviour, but I've felt a brothers hand And I’ve seen the spark the of heroes bring light to darkened lands Old train, don't fail Throw me on your faded box car, drag me back out on these janglin’ rails Old heart, beat strong Fly me back into the race on the wings of a sweet love song.
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Afraid Of Dying 03:58
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Afraid Of Dying Copyright © 2013 - 2014, words and music by Dean Batstone Jim Weider - Electric Guitars Clifford Carter - Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar Roll your head back Little Momma, you've got time There's still mischief in the sparkle of your eyes In your mind I know you're scuffin' on the deck of the old Kyle Peace on earth comes when you grow old with a smile Throw your head back, little Poppa, the storm can wait There's still passion in the truth of your embrace Your hand steady on the wheel of a schooner on the bay Peace on earth comes when the wind has filled your sails Toss your head back, my brother, it's all right Throttle hard into the darkness of your ride If the hill you climb's too high, I'll be pushing from behind Peace on earth comes when you reach the other side Ease your head back, little sister, you're still safe Find comfort in your warm, forgiven place Through the window of closed doors you will see my smiling face Peace on earth comes when fear gives way to grace Lay your head back, little dreamer, it's alright If no one hears your broken melody tonight There's still beauty in a heart that's lost forever trying Peace on earth comes when you're not afraid of dying
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Journeyman 04:09
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Journeyman Copyright © 2013 - 2014 words and music by Dean Batstone Gary Burke - Drums Ira Colemen - Bass John Platania - Electric Guitar Jim Weider - Acoustic Guitar Clifford Carter - Grand Piano, Hammond Organ Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar and Background Vocals Here's the church and here's the steeple open the doors but there ain't any people truck stop coffee works like blo on me 'cept it tastes like diesel and it makes me pee there’s a bicycle chained to a picket fence kicked out the kid for not paying' his rent chalk on the side walk pink and green little kid graffiti says my Momma's mean wheels on the train go round and round wheels in my head they pound and pound they say you can't keep a good man down But the fools with the power pin me to the ground I'm a restless wanderer with a burning hunger I've got a hunger I can't satisfy I am a Journeyman on and endless highway Torn and broken 'neath a timeless sky... text tired thumbs is a new decease but man, it's not what's killin' me my senses crash on overload there’s too much stuff clutterin’ up my road there’s a blackbird singing in the dead of night is it just me, 'cause that don't seem right blue bird's singing but there's no words for the words over words under words into words I'm a restless wanderer with a burning hunger I've a hunger I can't satisfy I am a Journeyman on and endless highway Torn and broken 'neath a timeless sky... the dancers breasts are probably fake do fries go with that shake shake shake now, if I could rap I'd rap this song but I'm a skinny white boy and my hair's just wrong there’s a tire hanging from and old oak tree the kids inside glued to a screen The only ones swingin' are Mom and Dad 'Cause doin' it with the neighbour ain't half bad I'd avert my eyes, but it's way too good to miss Driving through the night 'til light shines on all my bliss... I'm a restless wanderer with a burning hunger I've a hunger I can't satisfy I am a Journeyman on and endless highway Tired and broken 'neath a timeless sky... I'd avert my eyes, but it's way too good to miss Driving through the night 'til light shines on all I’ve missed….
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Trail Of Sins 05:28
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Trail of Sins Copyright © 2014, words and music by Dean Batstone Dean Batstone - Acoustic Guitar Bobby Willing led his flock to a righteous lake He waded past the butts and condoms floating in his wake He baptized the true believers who had 20 bucks and change The rest would have to wait A book of faith is good if words are what you need But the time for talkin's done, judge me by my deeds The Saints can cast the stones and the rest of us can rust And leave a trail of sins in the dust. Tommy Strong marched his troops up hill 29 Take this dirt for all mankind and you can live with pride If you die we'll send a flag to those waiting at home And we'll carve your name in stone A book of war is good if words are what you need But the time for talkin's done, judge me by my deeds The Saints can cast the stones and the rest of us can bleed And leave a trail of sins in these weeds. Johnny Crack can stand almost lifeless in the dark His punters fall into a line to deal for what he's got Ten'll get you ten, but a promise gets you nigh But strung out and wishing' you could die A book of laws is good if words are what you need But the time for talkin's done, judge me by my deeds The Saints can cast the stones and the rest of us can weep And leave a trail of sins… A book of life is good if words are what you need But the time for talkin's done, judge me by my deeds The Saints can cast the stones and the rest of us get by And leave a trail of sins when we die.

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released April 1, 2015

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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. ... more

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