Keep the children away
from the terror of the news today
Get rid of the television
let them play with trees, have vision

What is wrong with people nowadays?
If Orwell was alive. he'd say
Look a boot is stompin a face,
is that all we can do as a human race?

Does my heart have the right
to defend itself?
Against the cold propaganda
of your hell. 
Do my ears have the right
to defend themselves?
Beyond the lies.
Beyond the world of lies. 

In the quiet of the night I hear
the whispered fears of those held dear
Turn off the screens, close the doors
let the mind wander, let the spirit soar
Have compassion.
Let's spend it in this world, so heavy handed. 

Does my heart have the right
to defend itself?
Against the cold propaganda
of your hell. 
Do my ears have the right
to defend themselves?
Beyond the lies.
Beyond the world of lies. 

Keep the children away
from the terror of the news today, ohooo.


Does my heart have the right to defend itself?

Kroes den Bock Records: rekindling the fire of the Golden Age of real music. 

Founded by Alaskan-born, Helmond-raised troubadour Kroes den Bock and Dutch poet-producer Martijn Benders, Kroes den Bock Records is an independent label devoted to the honey-warm, story-driven sound that country fans call the “Golden Age” —the 1970s era shaped by song-smiths like Bobby Bare, Don Williams, Jerry Jeff Walker and John Prine 

Working from the Netherlands yet rooted in American tradition, the imprint pairs analogue-leaning production with literary lyrics, capturing performances in the spirit of a front-porch jam. Every release is designed to let the tales breathe: clear vocals up front, unfussy arrangements underneath, and a commitment to authenticity over polish 

The label launches with Kroes’ homesick howl of a debut, The Rascal of Alaska, alongside a run of live-off-the-floor singles that celebrate spontaneity and soul.

Whether you grew up with a transistor radio on your windowsill or discovered country through a cracked phone speaker, Kroes den Bock Records is here to prove that the Golden Age isn’t over—it just found a new home. Saddle up and let the stories play.