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Nausea

by Dean Batten

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1.
Bears You A Child 02:32
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I loved her then and I love her now And if she bears you a child I'm going to burn you out I have no muscle, I'm only bone But this gun in my pocket's more effective than a heavy stone I left my friends and I'm all alone So I sit here smoking in my closet so I don't have to leave my post I was just the garbage that she needed To teach her how to feel and not just eat it To tell her that it's OK to be someone she wants to be And you get to be her man, now But I've got to tell you somehow She's always going to want me, deep down Read my mouth: I said I win, fucker But, oh, good news for you She cut me loose This is a simple song, these are simple words But the only way I can get this shit out is singing off a sloppy verse I loved her then and I love her now...
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Big Sun 05:11
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Big Sun, keep glowing on Take me up with you Green grass on a fresh cut lawn New morning's dew We'll miss you, pooch Big Sun, keep glowing on The post that you're tied to Cumin and cardamom It's a curry afternoon We'll miss you, pooch It's tough to stay awake without something to say We keep making the noise And build up our toys to keep the darkness at bay We leave no one around, we derive all over town No company keep, so you fall asleep Big Sun, keep glowing on Lay her down softly Shine on her all day long She's tending the leaves, and she rides for free It's tough to stay awake without something to say We keep making the noise And build up our toys to keep the darkness at bay We leave no one around we drive all over town No company keep, so you fall asleep
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Killing You 03:55
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I think about killing you, long into the night It's a blight on my house It's a child-thrown mouse that flies through the air When the kid has no care Or knowledge Of dying I think about killing you, long into the night It's a flight to the south It's honey in the mouth of a girl hanging wreaths Made of angel trumpets, Ivy And reeds Spin the cylinder 'round It's my night on the town Press my lips to the frame If I win the game, clean up won't be my handful Just to keep your damn hands full is the meaning of life But we both know that there is none Maybe that will suffice
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Dhammaday 04:41
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Just need a conclusion Don't need any proof Bleeding some dharma Stacking stones on the roof You never stop talking Just keep flapping your gums At some hollow idea You half-assed off someone You can't stay quiet any more than I want you to stay We keep twirling our thumbs and wait for next Dhammaday Drowning in Sake Smiling like a bum I think you're still talking Whistling "Comfortably Numb" I don't wanna talk about it Why are you so hot about it? You never stay quiet any more than I want you to stay Just keep twirling our thumbs and wait for next Dhammaday Miss Communication, you're tearing your dress On some silver tongued loser Who's cleaning your mess? But you can't stay quiet any more than I want you to stay So we keep twirling our thumbs and wait for next Dhammaday
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Vegetation 03:09
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I have never wanted this before Steady staring at a closing door Prostrated on the kitchen floor Scared out of my mind Stomach bleeding hours at a time This is a feeling of a different kind I don't really want to die, but I really want to die Starving myself of my meditation Because now I don't want to be vegetation Hunting down the existential lie Passing images from eye to I I need a clearer view A better attitude A dove seen from the prison line Or a canary in the coal mine either way, we're running out of time The roof is caving in Stomach bleeding hours at a time This is a feeling of a different kind I don't really want to die, but I really want to die Starving myself of my meditation Because now I don't want to be vegetation Hunting down the existential lie Passing images from eye to I I need a clearer view A better attitude I don't really want to die But I really want to die I need a clearer view... A better attitude
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Nausea 04:20
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Watching the lights Watching the birds travel in pairs You know, I'm just a ghost A spot on the pavement A heavenly host Sent to drive you around Drive all over town Slowly skirting the coast Dodging the cars "Between the Bars" hangs in the air You know, I'm just a crutch Who don't help very much When you're barely there Runs in your tights Slurring your words Knots in your hair You know, you opened your door Won't puke on the floor And I can't help but stare Your nausea won't set you free But I guess it's your reprieve Life hangs so heavy it hurts you to breathe So you smile and have another Blind drunk and asleep
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Idiot's Trick 03:01
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Rain streaks on the screen in mid-autumn You'd put on your gloves but you forgot them You can't stop, go back to the beginning Time has no front, back, top, start or ending You were born, you'll die and here you're living You can't stop, go back to the beginning These things all just break with time and age These words are just sounds, transmitted waves You can't stop, go back to the beginning Time is just a dot where we're all spinning You were born like this, both still and moving You can't stop, when there was no beginning When I fall asleep, I'll sleep 'til dawn All I see's a game and I'll play along It's just an idiot's trick after all
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Calamine 04:37
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Ways of being, if you cared about it, if I wasn't me Sun is setting and it's warm outside Ways of being, in the mouth it tastes like curly maple wine Moon is rising and it's cold outside There's an itch in my head (drink some calamine) Drink some calamine Ways of being, if you weren't you and I hadn't become me We'd be happy, wait we are We're not Ways of being, in the mouth it tastes like curly maple wine Moon is rising and it's cold outside There's an itch in my head (drink some calamine) Drink some calamine There's an itch in my head (drink some calamine) Drink some calamine
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Life Is Simple 04:07
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Take me into the woods and kill me I'm dragging you down Take me into the city I'll take your word I don't want the world and it takes so long to get there and it's awfully hard to find but whenever you get lonely, won't you keep me in mind? Dip your toes in the water Why don't you drink? Kissing your cheek in the darkness Holding your hand as we walk back Then I'm driving you home and it takes to long to get there and it's awfully hard to find but whenever you get lonely, won't you keep me in mind? Because I love you, can't you see that? You can hurt me Or want me back Either's OK Life is simple Lay a card, down We have to gamble Take me into the woods and kill me I'm dragging you down
10.
Soul Translation Machine 06:11
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Down in back, dressed in black Sneak attack, early morning Coast is clear, no one here Walk the pier, 'cause work is boring You only hear what I mean Soul translation machine It's like you speak a different language So I'll just bleed the bandage I can't seem to pretend Seems you can't recommend Any way to stem the anguish So I just bleed the bandage Cross your legs, holes and pegs Life is dregs in endless cycle Make a mess, printing press My respects to Mr. Tycle Cross the Carnegie Bridge Enemy on the ridge Any me that you wish, send into battle You only hear what I mean Soul translation machine It's like you speak a different language So I'll just bleed the bandage I can't seem to pretend Seems you can't recommend Any way to stem the anguish So I just bleed the bandage [Interlude: Generic antacids, ginger root, ginger tea, ginger chewables, seltzer water, vitamins A, B12 and C, cardboard packets of thin minty leaves, the New Revised Bible and Vedic beliefs, an empty bottle of Bombay, tins of peanuts and Camus; Dead family friends. All in all is all we are, but what even are we? Generic antacids, ginger stuffs, Pepto-Bismol, chalk, calcium suppositories, chamomile tea Generic antacids, ginger, ginger tea, ginger chewables, seltzer water, vitamins A, B12 and C, cardboard packets of thin minty leaves, the New Revised Bible and Vedic beliefs]
11.
Old Boy 04:25
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Take that back, I can't be your Old Boy I can't be your only toy Can I? Take each day as it comes I can't finish this one How can you face the new sun So lightly? Why do we bear anything at all? (we bear the weight we give ourselves) If I build myself, well, I can always fall Why do we bear anything at all? (we bear the weight we give ourselves) It hurts as much to stand as it does to crawl I'm unconvinced that this is worth it Make you laugh, I can't be your clown today I can't seem to make it pay my dues Take it back We don't have an easy choice Why silence such a pretty voice so soon? Corruption's in our veins Stained glass window panes Every monolith's a tomb Oh, yeah, we're all the same Back-broke and so ashamed A tired medium, the womb Why do we bear anything at all? (we bear the weight we give ourselves) If I build myself, well, I can always fall Why do we bear anything at all? (we bear the weight we give ourselves) It hurts as much to stand as it does to crawl I'm unconvinced that this is worth it
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Damn To The Days We Took For Granted 05:14
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Damn to the days we took for granted Tired sights that on me landed I used to smoke the Parlies, doll Now I smoke the red Pall Malls Your fingertips come touch my arm I don't feel them anymore You don't need me like you used to Now I think I know what they meant by blue Damn to the eyes we took for granted Perfect sight seems so romantic Keep your glasses by the bed Stumble on the stairs and you're dead Butterfly kisses on my arm I don't feel them anymore You don't need me like you used to Now I think I know what they meant by blue Damn to the friends we took for granted Loneliness can be so frantic All I need's a silent smile To sit beside me for a while A calloused palm to touch my arm I don't feel it anymore You don't need me like you used to Now I think I know what they meant by blue Damn to the days we took for granted The final sight of lovers dancing "I love you" is all I've got to say You sweet kisses on my arm I don't feel them anymore I don't feel them anymore You don't need me like you used to Now I think I know what they meant by blue Your sweet kisses on my arm I can feel them once more

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"In fact, nothing could be clearer. Whether it was now or twenty years from now, I would still be the one dying." -Albert Camus

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released June 15, 2017

Produced and performed by Dean Batten and Chia Veilleux
All songs written by Dean Batten
Engineered by Dean Batten

Instrumentation:
Dean - vocals, guitars, drums, synth strings and keys, bass on tracks 4 and 9

Chia - bass (except tracks 4 and 9) and saxophones for tracks 2 and 10

Recorded on a Tascam DP-32SD in the basement and an unused bedroom at Duck House, Cleveland, Ohio. Oh God, so much better than the six track.

Art by Emily Nakamura

Final EQ and mastering by Mark Ignoffo at Reel Time Recording in Daytona Beach, FL

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Dean Batten Daytona Beach, Florida

Often genre-bending, thought provoking and emotion stoking, Dean Batten's music is most concretely one thing: captivating.

Moving forward from his previous work, Dean has re-embraced the folk, early rock and country sounds of his childhood with 3 new albums: "Optimist Breakfast", an acoustic album; "Pessimist Lunch", a full band version with the same songs; and "Realist Supper", a live album. ... more

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