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Harlequin

from Tracks by Tom Dibb

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Harlequin

Silly Harlequin cant you see that they’re not cheering for you.
This facade caves in they don’t believe that kinda clown.
Pierrots game begins, now there’s a soul thats truly tortured,
the paints fixed to his skin, it’s his burden now for life.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.

You make out you’re a saint and only act for helping others,
and its me that needs restraints and tossing in a cell.
The twisting of the words, the fairy tales, the lies, the stories,
its driven them berserk, and now they’re out for blood.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.

Go ahead dive in cant you see that they’re all waiting for it.
Make the move begin, they long to see you drown.
There’s no turning back you’ve burnt your bridges and scorned your loved ones.
Don’t you dare attack your opponent’s far too strong.

Its your fault its your disaster, you should’ve known when to stop.
The root I know was deeply poisoned, you should have rectified before the rot.

Your scraping blades down your own safety chord,
Your burning holes in you life support.
You’re cutting threads of your own ligaments.
You’re wrenching cracks in your life cement.

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from Tracks, released November 9, 2019

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Tom Dibb London, UK

Tom tells his stories with undertones of blues, roots, surf, and folk, grown through a forest of soaring acoustic goodness.

Now with two LP's under his belt, Tom has found his sound set firmly with an ever growing, loyal fan base that follow him not only across his home turf in the UK, but also across the Globe. It fits into mainstream molds, yet also satisfies a deeper creative taste.
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