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The Favor

by Dean Batten

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Written in late 2018, this track marked a turn in many ways for Dean. A long, psychedelic poem-song, "The Favor" captured a sense of gratitude for existence that Dean hadn't felt since childhood. It also helped signal the change to an older, folkier, vintage-styled approach that would characterize his writing output for the next long while.

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Whoever hung those stars up there
Whatever chose their place
Is playing out a symphony
With such amazing grace
The virgins and the prostitutes
Accountants, rakes and fools
God must be an Artist
If God is what made you

The church bells ring upon the hour
They're tolling out my doom
I joined up with the party that
First claimed to leave me room
But parties are dividing us
For the benefit of few
God is a comedian
And the joke is neither funny
Nor ending soon

Sometimes when I'm alone at night
I caress my own hands
And picture all the places
Where I want your kiss to land
I came as a disciple
To be a captain in your coup
God must be a farmer
Who ate
The things He grew

They're putting out the fire, now
While the vessel's still aflame
You say you like your parents
But you still hold them to blame
Your sister in the convent
Your hope hung on the wire
If God forbade your vision
Then go, my child, and prove God a liar!

A lack of motivation
Stirs often in your head
Frustrated by the prospect
That your passions might be dead
Well, I have known you better
Than you have thought before
God may give you little
But only so
You can ask for more

I try to sing the Master Song
When my voice is feeling sweet
But you see through my postures
To where I'm incomplete
Amongst this useless artifice
There's a kernel of the truth
That God is kind to Lovers
So let us do
What Lovers do

Thank God I lost my mind
While staring at the stars
There are so many of them
And they're spread so far apart
I held you on a sunbeam
You held me in the dew
God must be an artist
If God is what made you

I must owe God a favor
If God is what made you

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released January 11, 2022
Written, recorded and produced by Dean Batten
Guitars, Organ, Mellotron, Drums and Vocals by Dean Batten
Bass by Chris Veilleux
Drums recorded at Dreamrack Studios, San Francisco, CA with help from Trent Berry
The rest recorded in Dean's mom's guest room

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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.
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