Collection No. 3

by Dean Batten

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03:07
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04:27
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02:58
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03:31
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03:33
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04:29

about

Recorded on a beat up Tascam DP-006 portastudio in four tracks or less per song. Dean had no computer.

Recorded in Dean's bedroom at Duck House, Cleveland, OH

Special thanks to Chia Veilleux for reviewing the tracks and convincing Dean to re-record them when they didn't make the mark.

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released December 19, 2016

All songs written, performed and produced by Dean Batten

The songs collected here were written between July 2015 and November 2016.

Cover photo by Zac Alberty
Cover text by Emily Nakamura
Cover edited by Dean Batten on his phone, because Dean had no computer

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Track Name: Some Lines
Caught up in your head
Dipping your fingers in debt
Can't be someone's pet
Haven't figured it yet

It's just your
Dead time
Rewind
Living the same day in and out
Repeat the same lines by deadline
Until you know what you're talking about

Try to give it the slip
Busts your favorite lip
So you're taking a sip
To make the record skip

It's just your
Dead time
Rewind
Living the same day in and out
Repeat the same lines by deadline
Until you know what you're talking about

It's the situation you're caught in
The whole equation's sick
You would do what you want to
But you think nothing will stick
Careful conversation
With a man in the park
Seeking medication
To help your fear of the dark

It's just your
Dead time
Rewind
Living the same day in and out
Repeat the same lines by deadline
Until you know what you're talking about
Track Name: Who Keep?
I had a sex dream about you
I couldn't bear to repeat it
And when I woke up I shuddered
To think that maybe I liked it a little too much

I can't keep you around because of who you keep around

You know how everyone wants you
I don't know how you aren't angry
I guess that if I want fairness
I'll stay far away
So we don't ever touch

I can't keep you around because of who you keep around

My shitty attitude is currently compressing my brain
I try to keep it the same
Hole down deep to spike emotional veins
To snuff emotional veins

You can't keep my around because of who I am around you

You can't keep me around because of who I am around you
Track Name: Hanger On
That light's been off for two years
And now it's on
Just because something leaves you
Doesn't mean it's gone

And you still hang on
You're a hanger on

Spread your arms out a little wider
In the little pond
Rake the surface so gently
With a palm frond

That you still hang on
You're a hanger on

Taking bullshit from strangers
Like a babe in a manger
You're a golden misnomer
Hands aching for something
Too tough for this nothing

The clouds started folding
And the light stayed on
So quick to new molding
Changing with the dawn

And you still hang on
You're a hanger on
Track Name: Dead Town
Late night, dead town
Circles in your head
You know you should
Go on back to bed

But she will never look at me
And somehow that makes me not sleep

Late night, dead town
City made of bread
But I can't eat this
Sonic accompaniment
Tear me out, rip me off
And shave my head

Late night, dead town
What was it you said?
"I can't follow
Patterns in your thread."

But she will never look at me
And somehow that makes me not sleep

Toss back a six pack and walk around
Thanks, Miss Louise,
For tying me down
Track Name: I Don't Wanna Live Forever
Passed out
On the way, you are
Sugar high
In a speeding car

I can't look at you any harder than I already am
Because, finally, someone understands

That I don't wanna live forever
And I feel A-okay
I get all my pleasures into every day

Kiss me on the train
A pulsing, aching pain
From the scratches on my arms
Sound all the alarms

Everything is great
It's a psychotropic state
Love the way you taste
I've got today to waste

I don't wanna live forever
And I feel A-okay
I get all my pleasures into every day

Fingertips are better than our eyes
For watching how you lie
Beneath me in the place where I will sleep
Alone when you leave

I don't wanna live forever
And I feel A-okay
I get all my pleasures into every day
Track Name: Raise A Son
I love you too, dad
I fucked up; that's my bad
Tried your best to raise a son
But I made sure you didn't raise anyone
Lessons shimmering apart
Can't quite turn them into art

How can you do that?
Give up on your self-betterment
You seem brilliant in the car
But your words don't travel very far
With nothing real to fill their tank
Guess I still have you to thank

For all this crippled
Sense of moral highground
A narcissistic breed of hate
The mock symbology
Of masculinity
Your macho poison that I ate

I love you too, dad
I don't know why I'm mad
Tried your best to raise a son
But I'm lethal like a finger gun
Can't quite seem to play the part
Try to turn it into art
Track Name: Your Moon
We're so condemned
Our nature is damned
Soaked in aphoristic
Metaphors for nothingness

And I'm so condemned
As my definitions
Soaking up the summer sun
A no one

Won't get to be like you
Because I have something to prove
And a lesson to impart

You'll always be the Earth
I just want to be your moon
To float around you in the dark

But you won't get me
When it's time
To play
My part
Track Name: Two Drunks
Two drunks walking in the street
Pay no mind to me
They sound crazy when they speak
Pay no mind to me

They don't mind it when I spit in their direction
Busy laughing at the cracks in their inflections
I have nothing I can give to them
In exchange for all these lessons they left out

Where's my mouth?

Buddha smiling on the dash
Pay no mind to me
Sobbing violently out loud
Pay no mind to me

I'm just frightened by the filigree
Wrapping gold into infinity
I have nothing I can give to them
In exchange for all these diagrams

Of ancient ships

A brigantine with gaff sail trimmed
Make the best use of what wind will come our way

Over-bored and wearing thin
Get out whenever you can and waste a day

Despite the way the world revolves with or without you.