Born where the dawn wears a glacier’s crown,
The sun sways sideways, dancin’ slow to the ground.
Learned to run with wolves, tradin’ whispers for trees,
 stitched with the grit of a thaw that won’t freeze.

“Snow’s no joke,” they spoke—
I poked, “Watch me yodel it warmer.”
Igloos lose their glow when my croon
cues its charmer drama.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

A truck full o’ trouble and a grin fit to sin,
Every mile, every trial, got a fresh coat of wind.
I’ve kissed broken roads, missed broken codes,
But I keep my word like I keep my load—
tight to the truth, ridin’ proof that I’m bold.

“It will blister your whiskers!” they bawl—
I brag, “I deep-fry sleet for my breakfast, y’all.”
When the ice starts to sass, I just answer in rhyme,
I turn igloos to fondue
turn igloos to fondue
all the damn time.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.
I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.

They call me the rascal of Alaska.
Fast-talkin’ mastah
of that last great ask-ya:
Say “A-las-ka,” I’ll ask ya
if the syllables shiver faster.
I barter blizzards for embers
that rasp at the aster.

I moonwalk a moose 
past the spruce,
baby, watch me snooze your tush.

I’m the rascal from Alaska
with a husky rush.

Dont ask me baby...
just blush...
i'm the rascal from alaska
with a husky rush

The rascal from Alaska

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.

The “EARTH “ without “ART” is just “EH”!