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Twin Justice
03:46
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Who is without sin cast the first stone
The usual suspect gets his windows broken
The mob outside is crying for justice
There´s none of that until the law has spoken
When the sword of justice fails to make a clean cut
Are hate mail and death threats all you can come up with
Don´t you understand that sword is all we´ve got
It´s all that keeps us from the big black nothing
We read about twin justice in a magazine
How none of us are evil, we just do evil things
Come to the defense of those that really need it
Hatred only grows when you feed it
Always two sides to a story
There ought to be a law
A lady with a blindfold
A pair of scales and a sword
Can you tell, can you tell, can you tell
Black crow from white dove
At a crossing
All we know for sure
Is next to nothing
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2. |
South
03:43
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You can always count on Hope
She is fearless and she is kind
Whenever you´re in trouble
She will help you win the fight
When Hope turns a corner we start running
Not to let her out of sight
But it´s hard for me to run these days
It´s getting harder all the time
Hope will help you kill your demons
But I worry about mine
Even she cannot be invincible
Not all the time
So I have made my own plan
I guess that she won´t mind
With all those demons to deal with
She will not miss mine
I´ll just try to trick my demons
Sneak my way around them
Go down South
Drink in that Southern light
Before the sun goes down
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3. |
Circadian Driftwood
04:16
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I walk this endless shore at night
Still bewitched by the moon
My feet in the surf that marks the line
Between too late and too soon
A heart that´s not broken once in a while
Is just a machine pumping blood
A lump in my throat tells me why
You are gone for good
With all the strength I can muster
I must go clean up this beach
Burn this wood and forget you
You are long out of reach
Circadian driftwood
Washed up on my beach
All this debris
Flooding me in my dreams
The way things were going
They could not go on
I still dream about you
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Alamo
03:30
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Jim and Davy and some of their friends
Fought for Texas independence
When it looked like it was coming to blows
They found cover in the Alamo
Santa Anna came up from Mexico
Led his men down to the Alamo
He got orders to straighten out things
In a Tex-Mex reckoning
When in the end, soldiers stormed the fort
They were met with Jim´s last pistol shots
Upon hearing the news his mother said I bet
They found no knife wounds in his back
The young duke was thin and white
He took his name from the famous knife
Before long, he was known
To sprinkle stardust on his song
Our lives come to us as a gift
But time is sneaky and time is swift
We should not forget to pay
Respect to our heroes for more than one day
Even if Lazarus´ resurrection
Was nothing but a grand old lie
That doesn´t mean we cannot try
To keep the memory alive
The Alamo lies at the end of the road
Ashes to ashes the cycle goes
Some stand tall and some lay low
We all face our Alamo
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Ark #2
03:32
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The deckhand is a soldier
Who heard his death singing
He sawed off a digit
From his triggerfinger
The cook is a preacher
Who got thrown out of church
For preaching the truth
Oh, how the truth hurts
First mate´s an orator
Who never made himself heard
He´s a silent man now
Still a man of his word
The captain´s a drag queen
Who was living in sin
Up high in the crow´s nest
You can hear her sing hymns
The dirt in our pockets
Won´t buy us a home
The weight of the world
Will make it sink like a stone
So we´re out in the shipyard
With our God-given tools
And we´re building a ship
For drunkards and fools
We´re building a ship for drunkards and fools
God will protect us and give us the tools
The rich and the righteous say we´ll never survive
We´re gonna have us a hell of a time
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6. |
The Arkansas Toothpick
04:18
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My father needed some kind of tool
So we went down to the hardware store
He watched his son stare at this killer knife
Made him worry because he´d seen the war
I was just a young boy, an ignorant gazing
At the display in the hardware store
Saw this beautiful sharp and shiny blade
A boy my age could never afford
The Arkansas Toothpick wants an eye for an eye
Like an assault rifle, like a hand grenade
Now I understand what it meant to him
To see his son crave such a cruel blade
How about the sermon on the mount
How about we count to ten before we hit
How about we cut this perpetual crap
How about we let all this blood
Dry up
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7. |
Black Leather Jacket
02:45
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Crap on the radio
Crap on the internet
24/7 crap, it can´t get worse than that
Once again, counter-culture was dead before it died
Ripped off and squashed
At least it up and tried
Music recorded in a benign conspiracy
A brave attempt to circumvent the industry
A rebel act against a shareholder´s format
Where only revenues matter
Where´s my black leather jacket?
I suddenly, desperately need to wear it
What do you mean, it´s in a box in the attic
I need to wear it right now
Elvis on pills in his latter days
Such a sad King
We love him anyway
Elvis growing fat in his latter days
Such a sad King
We love him anyway
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8. |
3.5"
03:18
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The man had one of these expensive phones
He streamed me pictures of paradise
I had to pay him everything I owned
Still, that´s not much for a better life
All that I could take with me
Were my child, my wife and my prayer beads
I left behind my friends and family
For a better life upstream
I witnessed things I cannot tell, they lie
Behind a wall that I built in my mind
All that I can say right now
Is ´Thank God, we are alive´
I´ve seen a better life
Framed in 3.5 inch
With my own eyes I´ve seen
A better life
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9. |
Crossfade
03:02
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Old times are fading out
While waiting for the second coming
New times are fading in
All this waiting seems for nothing
When vilifiers have their say
They always use the biggest words
And the Devil has his way
When they knock down the church
What if maybe there are
Different views on the same thing
Ask yourself, will you follow?
When someone else does the thinking
For everything gained
Something else was lost
Not until deliverance
We calculate the cost
Heard a choir of listless angels
Sing in an empty church
They followed the old arrangements
Seemed lost for words
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10. |
Record Store
03:37
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Johnny B. Bad was struck by a lightning bolt
Heard ten strings and a drum and he sold his soul
End of each month, he was browsing the record store
Spent his cash, all his cash
On just one more
Just one more
He spun those discs again and again
Never played them backwards
Heard the Devil all the same
At night in the club they were jumping up and down
Spilling beer on each other
When told to behave, they could not be bothered
Could not be bothered
It is just hormones, that´s what it is boy
Just wait until you grow up
Those guitars and drums are just toys for boys
Wait until you have a proper job
Well, I´m still waiting...
Roll, roll to the record store
See what they´ve got
I still need more
Come on to the record store
See what they´ve got
I still need more
From the record store
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11. |
Something White
03:59
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Here´s what I fear
Curl up and listen
It grows underground
Comes up in the mist and
I cannot let it pass
I feel angrier than that
Here´s what I hear
You can hear it if you listen
Hear them scream
See them raise their fists and
You should not let it pass
You should feel angrier than that
Here they come again
They won´t listen
They swing their crowbars
Draw up their lists and
They start waving flags
Start sticking on those tags
Go tell your brothers
Go tell your sisters
Gather them around you
And make them listen
They cannot let this pass
They should be angrier than that
There is something white
Fluttering in a corner
Of my eye
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12. |
Darkness Rising
03:44
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There must have been a line
I did not see when I crossed it
That must have been the time
That I lost it
I lost my nerve
Something is hiding in the dark
I cannot see it, I can feel it
And I know it means to harm
It summons the darkness
Around me
This darkness looks so dense
It is slowly creeping up
I can barely see my hands
It´s creeping up
On me
I wish the moon would light the way
Like it always used to do
Back in its radiant days
Back when the moon
Showed the way
Darkness is rising, not falling
And I lost sight of my feet
Will you light a candle
And shine a light for me
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Diftong The Netherlands
Welcome to Diftong’s heartfelt songs!
In 2022, after six albums with poetic songs on the edges of
rock, country and folk, I decided the time was right to start something completely different: writing songs in Dutch. These Dutch songs will be released as single tracks and are accompanied by a blog (BOSGOD).
I sure hope that you enjoy my music and lyrics. Thanks for listening!
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