The Village (songs)

by DUFFHUES

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1.
The Juggler 03:27
The Juggler The kids came shouting and dancing through the street Hollering the juggler was coming to town They’d seen him from the hill pushing his wagon Whipping his mule, wife and only child He was swift with cards and balls He could burn the night sky with a mouthful of fire He’d read the future with the minor arcana He’d steal your money while listening to his other worldly voice Some say he’s an artist Some say he’s a wizard He’s here and he’s not His wife and only child always travelled with him From the surrounding darkness they’d throw things His performance was like a whirling Sufi dervish In its midst the juggler as the eye of the hurricane He was the premonition of what was to come His performance inspired by the murder of Elza He’d throws nails into the air and they’d disappear He’d read the truth in his cards but his mouth would refuse any word Truth drew nearer every night he played cards, balls and fire The priest getting strange messages through the wire Things were set in motion that could not be stopped The Judge was coming, coming to town, you can feel him a-coming Some say he’s an artist Some say he’s a wizard He’s here and he’s not
2.
Henry 02:51
Henry Henry lives in the olive garden In a little shack covered with vines He lives there with his wife Elza Who’s beautiful and intense Henry lives of his olive trees He’s an oilman, green and clear And he’s waiting for the Judge For the Judge to come to town Henry knows no one His wife knows many At night he’s working his little friends And she’s giving a needy friend a hand She always comes inside When Henry’s sound asleep Never to soon, never seen Never asking where she’s been Henry is working his little friends Black, green and red A bottle for his thoughts A penny for his dreams That go deep, so deep In the morning there’s coffee Elza bakes a sugar bread They lay in bed discussing the weather Their marriage as light as a feather There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water The sun is descending The world turning heavy and dark And Henry is thinking of the Judge He’s waiting for the Judge To come to town The whip, the cane, the rope 4x The marriage done 2x There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water
3.
Ignacio 02:24
Ignacio Ignacio sees death a-coming He smells it on the wind He feels it in the sand There's a ripple in the water There's an invisible hand Pulling his heartstrings hard The damage beyond repair There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water The bull is in the ring His shadow sharp and short And time is slowing down to a standstill Death is in the beast's eye Black mirrors, bloodshot The crowd frantic in silence A sound emerging from the hollows below There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water
4.
The Judge 04:00
The Judge The judge is a drifter Freeing the country of crime Heard about his methods I see no method at all His sentence of violence Ending in blood and death The whip, the cane, the rope All relate to the cross he bears within He’s a got a book in each hand Two laws written for men One from the kingdom One from the dirt within He says Eden will never return In this place of rock and stone If he can help one to get there quick He will gladly do so A drifter is coming Like a fire storm Like the eye of a hurricane All calm and insane A drifter is coming Like a fire storm Baptised in flames The eye of the hurricane The bible and book of men To free Eden of bad blood again Let the flesh rot Redeem the people with pain The evil ones all slain With whip, cane and rope He'll blow this world to smithereens He comes through the desert On horse and throne The village square his courtroom The one tree his shadow dome The whip, cane and rope All stations of the cross All sinners all have to leave Through a river of blood A drifter is coming Like a fire storm Like the eye of a hurricane All calm and insane A drifter is coming Like a fire storm
5.
The trial 02:45
The Trial The bench was set up under the tree In its shadow the Judge spoke loud and clear Of a world beyond the one of blood and stone In that world there stood a different throne There were no suspects, no victims yet None guilty, none punished, not just yet All villagers gathered on the square The Judge ordered no one could leave They where all guilty ‘till proven wrong They’d all be trialled, no exceptions They’d all be condemned as murderers And all would be hanged ‘till decided further The whip, the cane, the rope The trial, punishment and death The Judge hammered the court into recess No one was allowed to leave the place Soon the talking and discussions began The finger-pointing, the accusations All but one, and one but all The scapegoat, the sucker, the fool, the bum The offer to save the children The unwanted and expendable son Young or old, with parents gone A white raven, a lone wolf, a smoking gun A pain in the ass, a black dove There must be such a man And all know who that is His name is...... The whip, the cane, the rope The trial, punishment and death
6.
Elza 02:29
Elza The priest found Elza one morning in June Nailed to the church door in her naked skin Not a drop of blood to be found on the scene But on the altar a bucket filled to the rim There was rumour about vampires Wandering about the village at night Marianne claimed to have seen them in the graveyard But you see lot when you are a hundred years old, almost blind and out of your mind Men set out when the moon was full Carrying holy water and wooden stakes Their pistol chambers filled with silver bullets They only killed Ignacio’s cat, who’d been roaming out there, since his poetic death For weeks the streets reeked of garlic Nobody dared to set a foot out at night On their patrols the men killed many more pets and scavengers But vampires who killed Elza and drank her blood could not be found By then everybody knew the killer was amongst them A villager, a neighbour, family, a friend The first to suspect was that strange husband Henry Who was howling, crying and screaming in despair day and night, night and day They buried Elza on a cold Wednesday morning The bucket with her black stinking blood buried with her Soon from her grave a tree started growing In years it will carry little olives and Henry will caress them There’s an invisible hand There’s a ripple in the water
7.
The village 03:17
The Village The village is small The village is a mountain The village has a stage The village has curtains The village is a writer The village is a director The village is a play A place of born actors Look at Ignacio Who lives in the old house On main street The only street in the village His mother was a whore Who fled the big city in the west With child and trunk With little money A long trail of dust A long trail, so long To the place where you are born Santa Maria The name of the church Build by pilgrims from old times Build to last The priest is a gloomy man He reads by candlelight Comes out at night In black robe and rope The oldest female in town Is known as the Devil's Own Four husbands outlived She was born the butcher's daughter Her name is Marianne Living where she’s always lived She must be a hundred years But no one knows the facts A long trail of dust A long trail, so long To the place where you are born The village is not connected To the world wide web The world wide trap And there’s one telephone The phone’s at the priests house In case of emergency he can call The bishop, the pope, the Vatican God (if he answers at all....)

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On his new ep/mini album 'The Village' he takes the listener to a small remote village, where a murder is committed, and where the curious inhabitants wait for the arrival of a notorious judge.

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released September 1, 2018

artwork by Nikki Nijsten
songs and recordings by JC Duffhues
mastering Pieter Kloos - The Void Studio

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DUFFHUES is a musician, filmmaker, songwriter, author. he has released albums, films, books and more. He lives in The Netherlands.

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