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Zero

by Bat Bennett

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toni yasger This is my fave song! Bat sounds like the Beatles, love love love! Favorite track: Not A Lot You Can Say.
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1.
(Instrumental)
2.
Everything was yellow, everything serene Everything was orange and purple and green It was- because it does Everything was lovely, everyone was here Everything was fuzzy, and hazy and clear It was- because it does We’re roosting at the park We’re roosting at the park, we’re living in the sun We’re singing for a lark, and everyone is only everyone And I wish you had come along Everyone was laughing; everyone had air Everyone was happy with flowers in their hair They wear . . .’cause we were there No one was a weirdo; no one acted strange We all acted foolish, and ran around in the rain It rained, but we remained We’re roosting at the park We’re roosting at the park, and everybody’s feeling so elated I’m bringing my guitar And we’re staying here until everyone has played it And I wish you hadn’t waited ‘Cause I’m so infatuated It’s what I’ve anticipated We’re roosting at the park
3.
She 02:20
Comes the morning, I’m waiting on the dawn Light is softly yonder breaking Chasing shadows almost gone My eyes My eyes can only stare At the beauty here before me And the freedom that we share She- How my heart just beats away-I want to tell her That I love her more with every passing day And brings me blue & green from black & gray I want to make her Want to make her cling to me; Want to make her want to stay She- How my heart just beats away-I want to tell her That I love her more with every passing day And She A million things I’ll never say I want to make her Want to make her cling to me; Want to make her want to stay
4.
So you had a love so fine But you crossed a dangerous line When she saw you with that other girl last night And you’ve been calling her all day But there’s nothing you can say Now you’re never going to be within her sight Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m afraid she’s let you go And I’ll be there to pick up the pieces And I’ll be there; I’ll tell you the reason There’s not a lot you can say about the fool who’s lost his love There’s not a lot you can do but wonder What on earth he’s thinking of My oh my, the tears you cry Tell me when you’ve had enough There’s not a lot you can say about the fool who’s lost his love So you’re all alone so sad ‘Cause you treated her so bad But you should have learned a long, long time ago Listen to me It’s easy to see That little girl’s so fine And personally you’ll find eventually That little girl is mine Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m afraid she’s let you go And I’ll be there to pick up the pieces And I’ll be there; I’ll tell you the reason There’s not a lot you can say about the fool who’s lost his love There’s not a lot you can do but wonder What on earth he’s thinking of My oh my, the tears you cry Tell me when you’ve had enough There’s not a lot you can say about the fool who’s lost his love
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Fugue In Gm 01:41
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Old Lady O’Leary lives 'round the block from me I won’t go near her ‘cause she’s a witch you see Old Lady O’Leary, I know you don’t like me Tawny O’Leary is a lovely little girl She held my hand and we rode the Tilt-O-Whirl Old Lady O’Leary will turn me into a squirrel I know she’s in the basement killing chickens and raccoons And mixing vats of hemlock With her giant wooden spoons Concocting potions that will turn my mind depraved Still it’s Tawny that I crave Tawny you’re all I can think of since I fell Your mother, she hates me; wants me to burn in hell Tawny, come out . . . . I don’t want to ring the bell I’ve got to tell you I love you
7.
Sandman 04:52
Another day is gone, and it’s off to bed For a date within her sleep The night lamp switches of and she slumbers And then her man arrives He draws the shade and lies down by her side She’s waited far too long for her lover He touches tenderly; they are deep in love with each other She whispers quietly; she is deep in love and she wonders She wakes quite suddenly, and she starts to cry And says “Sandman I Thank you for the dream, may I have another?” And when the morning comes, she can’t face the day A lonely twelve hour waste She slams the bedroom door and it thunders She spends her office time wishing she were home Where she is not alone She lights a smoke and longs for the covers And when the night arrives, she is sound asleep and he wakes her He never says a word; he touches her and he takes her She jumps up suddenly, and she starts to cry And says “Sandman I Thank you for the dream, may I have another?”
8.
Harder 05:42
Spent my last dollars, tried to fill the tank Put on my best clothes, and drove down to the bank But I’m too risky, no way to get a loan Can’t get a mortgage to buy a family home Interest is low, and my credit rating’s high But there’s no banker who’ll look me in the eye- I Can’t make the kind of bread I need to qualify It’s getting harder—and harder to buy Well I scraped and bought a ticket, drove to the aeroport Another city might be my last resort There in the concourse, I met the TSA Said “ Just a few things, and you’ll be on your way” They took my toothpaste, and razor, and shampoo And searched for weapons concealed inside my shoe And what was I to do—you Can’t take no bottled water if you want to ride the sky It’s getting harder—and harder to fly I didn’t always feel this way I still remember when I wanted to play But not this way-- Things are different today Read a letter from a Captain tired of these wars Rather be home shooting baskets than Muslims anymore ‘Cause these hate those, and we them all despise Can’t get the stripes from out of my eyes My gut’s infected and there’s sand in all my gear Just give the order—and get me out of here. . . Far from here I keep the peace in a land that’s gone awry Keeps getting harder—and harder to try My heart is breaking and damned if I know why But it’s getting harder—and harder to cry
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Carry Me, Carry me Home far away Well I’m trying not to get excited But the nursemaids are gone for the night In the hustle and bustle the delivery was late The foreman he said “turn away . . turn away” Carry Me, Carry me Home far away
10.
Watching a star he walks along and gently stabs his thumb out at a car It passes by and leaves him there to wander in the dark, He is lonely In a country bar he drinks a beer and wonders what his wife is doing now She’s probably in the bedroom spilling tears on her nightgown He is sorry Down the road still he’s slipping ever farther away Down the road still he’s seeking greener pastures everyday As the dandelions grow, and the seasons come and go You can see his shadow walking down the road A freight in Omaha, a vagabond contained within a sidling boxcar Asleep among the baggage as he clutches his guitar He is empty Down the boulevard he plays another nightclub, But his face is getting hard The echoes from the old applause is all he’s hearing now- And it’s deafening Chorus You see he’s changed, even though he’s come so far When he exchanged his love for a guitar Now he can say someday he’ll be a star But that’s the way That old musicians are Watching a star he walks along and gently stabs thumb out at a car It passes by and leaves him there to wander in the dark He is dying Chorus
11.
Have you looked around? Have you seen that all you’ve seen is all you’ve found? Have you hit the ground? Have you listened to the earth without a sound? It’s a question of perspective A past recalled reflective Do you feel the way you feel or do you know? Have you seen the sky? Have ever seen the clouds without your eyes? Have you ever cried? Did you taste the salty tears before they dried? It’s a question that we’re handed Did you take it all for granted? Do you feel the way you feel or do you know? I know why I was always going for the ride Now that I’m inside There is love, there is love There’s more than enough love Now that I’m inside Did you ever care? Did you ever turn to find yourself nowhere? Did you ever know There’s been people just like you since long ago? It’s a question of your logic When you feel so philosophic Do you feel the way you feel or do you know? I know why I was always going for the ride Now that I’m inside There is love, there is love There’s more than enough love Now that I’m inside
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13.
Stuck in a Standard station waiting for the repair Finding our destination isn’t anywhere Somewhere in Colorado miles from God knows where Stranded on Big I-25 and we don’t care Just my baby and me and the good Mr. Jones We were headed up to Denver to roll the bones Somewhere in Colorado never, never knows The wrecker arriving shortly towed us to Trinidad Told us our situation wasn’t quite so bad Mr. Jones got hotel rooms and finding the nearest bar We laughed and drank while the locals wondered who we are At the end of the night baby pulled me to her And made love to me on every stick of furniture Somewhere in Colorado I was loving her Morning finds us hung over on a pleasant day A garage and Kit Carson’s museum, then we’re on our way Burning numbers along the ride We laughed until we each got a pain in our side Rolling along with the tide We were somewhere in Colorado Somewhere in Colorado something was in the air Driving an El Camino, we were on a tear Bathing in our bravado, burning both ends of the flair Somewhere in Colorado, baby take me there The airport in north Aurora, the bar at the Regency Mr. Jones bade us stay, but we went on our way To the Lakewood scene Kevin and Laurie’s parties, concerts in the field Museums and zoos and the clubs and the booze Till our senses reeled Mr. Jones rang us up at the end of our stay But which hotel he was in it seemed he couldn’t say And I guess it didn’t really matter anyway He was Somewhere in Colorado Somewhere in Colorado, Venus and Mars in the air Driving an El Camino, He was on a tear Bathing in our bravado, burning both ends of the flair Somewhere in Colorado baby take me there

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This album is the most highly arranged and produced of any of Bat's works. The arrangements are filled out with piano, drums & bass, many include guitar solos by Bat as well. The trademark background vocals have never been better or more highly polished. This is Bat's ROCK album.

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released December 12, 2016

Written, Arranged, Edited, Produced all over the place by Bat Bennett.
Recorded at Third Eye Studios in Tijeras, NM
Mastered at Smilin' Castle Studios in Kyle, TX

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Bat Bennett

Amazing.
Phenomenal. Unbelievable. These are the adjectives most commonly used to describe the Singer/Guitarist from Flower Mound, whether they are talking about his voice, or his guitar playing. Now in his fifth year as a Solo Performer on the National stage, Bat leaves quite an impression wherever he plays.
Amazing guitar playing, wonderful storytelling, absolutely delightful.
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