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The dubbel (also double) is a Belgian Trappist beer naming convention. The origin of the dubbel was a beer brewed in the Trappist Abbey of Westmalle in 1856. The abbey had, since 10 December 1836, brewed a witbier that was quite sweet and light in alcohol for consumption by the paters. The new beer, however, was a strong version of a brown beer. In 1926, the formulation was changed and it became even stronger. The first written record of its sale by the abbey was on 1 June 1861. Following World War Two, abbey beers became popular in Belgium and the name "dubbel" was used by several breweries for commercial purposes.
Westmalle Dubbel was imitated by other breweries, Trappist and secular, Belgian and worldwide, leading to the emergence of a style. Dubbels are now understood to be a fairly strong (6%-8% ABV) brown ale, with understated bitterness, fairly heavy body, and a pronounced fruitiness and cereal character.
Chimay Red/Premiere, Koningshoeven/La Trappe Dubbel and Achel 8 Bruin are examples from Trappist breweries. Affligem and Grimbergen are Belgian abbey breweries that produce dubbels. Ommegang and New Belgium's Abbey Ale are examples from the USA.
(D.O.A. SOMETIMES I FELL IT'S CHASING ME
D.O.A. SOMETIMES SOMETIMES I FELL IT'S CHANGING ME
D.O.A. SOMETIMES I FELL IT'S TAKING ME
D.O.A. THIS TIME I FELL IT'S KILLING ME)
It's pain from the start all your dreams are ripped apart
You fall down with this shit with all this hate
With this creature of mine shut me out of your life
Before I reach your heart poison in poison out
We tear ourselves apart
Behind my eyes I keep my truth away from you
I can say that there is nothing new
I've got way to keep you by my side
Holding you till you till you decline
Like disease where I dwell
I leave ruins wherever I roam now you see
I cannot change I cannot feed your love
You told me this you told me that
Ha just like talking to a deaf can't you see
We are on a journey through unforgiving hell
The price I pay in the end will make even angels cry
My hourgla of hope is now running empty of sand
I've tried to run I've tired to hide
But everything remains the same