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Hey stranger
06:10
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Hey stranger, listen to my story. I swear every word of it is true.
If you listen closely, it might make you weep, yes, even a grown man like you
Once I met this woman, she was beautiful, she was so damn true
She came in like a blazing shooting star and oh my god what could I do?
Except fall for her with my body, mind and soul
She capsized my life, for the better
She made everything I believed null and void
She freed me from a life in tethers
As for me, I had been living behind a mask for the greatest part of my days
And for the first time, someone truly wanted to see what I’d been busy hiding away
It was with her that I found out what a true emotion felt like, one that shakes you the core
For the first time in my life I thought “I wanna walk beside her until I don’t breathe anymore”
Just by the touch of her hand, my heart was unfettered
Racing through my chest like a wild bird
To love her felt intense like the sun in summer
And all the while light as a feather.
Of course the world could not resist the urge to meddle and decided to have its say
I started hearing the first whispers of that filthy voice, loaded with the wisdom of age
Its breath smelled of rancid, of family values, of a past that resented the future
Of countless generations of zombies, walking dead in their shiny armors
Before I realized, the well had been poisoned
Everything beautiful was being reviled
And I stood there, unable to muster fortitude
Before I knew it it was too late to try
Yes the snake with the scornful voice, he is cunning, he knows how to arouse a strife
He knows all my weaknesses and plays them like an assassin knows how to use a knife
He knows just how to make a man fall for the same old traps he’s been using for such a long time
He’s been practicing for centuries, he knows how to make a man turn against the best things in his life
And so the sparkle in her eyes grew sullen
Her smile, it slowly became bland and dry
She tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen
Until that day she stopped wanting to try
Look at me stranger, my story’s almost over, please fill my glass if you’re kind
For I’m lying naked in a grave of ice haunted by keepsakes of what I should have done when it was time
So dear stranger if you ever fall in love, cherish her, cuddle her, give her all the best that you feel
And the first time that foul snake tries to whisper to you grab it and crush its head beneath your heel
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My Garden
05:00
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My garden is beautiful
My garden is beautiful
It’s full of trees and of flowers
Of all shapes and scents and colours
My garden was made for me
For times when I feel the need
To rest and to heal my soul
When I feel sick of it all
My garden’s a friendly place
A shelter from all the craze
But don’t wander off the path
Don’t go sauntering about
The rustling of the leaves
The humming of bumblebees
Should not deceive you my dear
All is not friendly here
If you come across a spade
Leave it where it is laid
Leave it there to decay
Let the rust have its way
Because at the slightest scratch
The secret pits will unlatch
They’ll release what must be hid
God save us if it’s unsealed
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Father
04:35
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Father, I know you meant me no harm
But father, I have to tell you
Almost everything you taught me has been proved untrue
And father this confession breaks my heart
Father, your core beliefs meant well
But father, your statue is too tall for me
Feeling like a blade of grass in the shadow of an oak tree
And your shadow makes me feel so overwhelmed
Father, you'll live forever in me
I'll always remain indebted to you
But the time has come at last to pay my final dues
Tip my hat and finally break free
Father I won't disavow you
But somehow I have to leave you
Though it still feels like I'm betraying you
You and I have to be through
For both our sakes we must go our separate ways
Sleep tight, I'll see you somedy
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Pigeons playing chess
05:22
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It’s never been about the cause
It’s never been about the facts
Who cares for a truth that no one really knows
It’s just about having the last word
What is it we are fighting for?
My truth screams louder than yours
My God has a bigger dick and has guns galore
And you’re just an attention whore
We’re all pigeons playing chess
We’re all peacocks I guess
No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in
And if you don’t think like me, you’re Hitler
Learned idiots prancing in every talk shows
Their Minions echo them on social networks
They know all about football, medicine and politics,
Feminism, climate change & quantum bloody physics
Clinging to their gospel like it’s a lift raft
Some even get money for that
Every rabid roach has its favourite gurus
Depending of what’s in the news
We’re all pigeons playing chess
We’re all some fucker’s parrot I guess
No one knows a thing about the mess we’re living in
And if you dare to disagree, you’re Stalin
We’re all fucking cardboard tanks
We all have mold in our brains
No one knows a thing about the world we’re living in
And if you dare contradict me you’re bin Laden
Let the one who never gave in to rant on anything
To display his Dunning-Krueger on a subject he doesn't master
Let her cast the first stone, yeah, for it’s most likely a she
And for the rest of you, for the rest of us, for the rest of everyone,
Well maybe we should just shut our fucking faces unclefuckers
This game has only one winner
And his name is Mark Zuckerberg…
And if you wanna prove me wrong, well, whatever
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Hope is a sick joke
03:56
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As long as we measure the value of a man
By how many other men bow to him
As long as we measure the strength of a man
By the number of his victims
As long as we worship the fighting cocks
The lions and the peacocks
As long as we take pride in tears
In humiliation and fear
There can be no hope
How could there be hope?
Hope is a sick joke
How can we look at ourselves in the mirror
And not burst out laughing?
How can we claim we are masters and landlords
When we’re just puppets on a string?
I’ve said it before our chains are plated gold
So we can pretend they are jewels
Our prisons have wi-fi and beer is ice cold
So we can all revel like big fools
There can be no hope
How could there be hope?
Hope is a sick joke
How much crap has been poured in our heads
That we love what hurts us the most
How many lies have we been breastfed
By shadows of long extinct ghosts
All that we touch we turn into a war zone
Can’t we do better than that?
All of the shams and deceit we condone
Is this what it’s all about?
There can be no hope
How could there be hope?
Hope is a sick joke
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Complice
05:30
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J’ai toujours fait comme on m’a dit,
J’ai tout bien fait comme il fallait
Toujours bien marcher dans les clous,
Bien colorier dans les lignes
J’ai toujours fait comme on m’a dit,
En soldat presque parfait
J’ai travaillé comme un fou
Pour respecter les consignes
J’ai bien lu le mode d’emploi,
Croyant qu’un jour je finirais
Par comprendre les pourquois,
Par me dire que c’était vrai
Par y croire moi aussi,
Par dire qu’ils avaient raison
Ces grands messieurs semblaient si
A l’aise dans leurs convictions
Complice
Frère, si tu savais comme j’enrage de pas l’avoir écoutée
Cette petite voix dans mon cœur qui toujours me répétait
D’avoir un poil de courage et de les envoyer bouler
Tous ces doctes arnaqueurs et leur discours frelatés
Souvent j’ai envie de vomir, de rugir ou de pleurer
Quand j’arrive pas à dormir et qu’il revient pour me hanter
Ce petit garçon qui rêvait de tendresse et de douceur
Que j’ai lentement suicidé pour faire place à la torpeur
Complice
Là où je suis j’ai un peu plus d’hier que de lendemains
Et l’armure que je me suis faite, je peux plus la supporter
Je ne respire quasiment plus, je sens à peine mes mains
Le casque m’écrase la tête, la rouille m’empêche de marcher
Mais le cadenas est inviolable, la mécanique en est grippée
La clef en reste introuvable, et je reste bien élevé.
Mais cette fois-ci je crie « non ! » et même si je dois en crever
Je retrouverai ma voix, mon nom, mieux vaut même trop tard que jamais
Plus jamais complice
Au pire si je trouve pas la force de sauver ce qui reste de mon âme
Je peux au moins couper la chaîne, je peux arrêter la spirale
S’il ne reste de moi qu’une écorce et qu’en route je perds ma flamme
Cette mort molle dans mes gènes trouvera en moi son point final.
S’il y a un gamin qui m’écoute, envoie-les bien chier tous ces cons
Offre-toi des fleurs et des doutes, n’aie jamais peur d’une question
Mets pas ton cœur dans de l’acier c’est une arnaque, un sabotage,
Aime, c’est la seule vérité, le reste c’est que de l’enfumage.
Ne deviens pas complice
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OK Boomer
04:05
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There you are, patronizing as usual
Dealing death and judgement on your throne made of fool’s gold
We are tired of watching your misplaced pride
You know all the answers but you don’t know any single question
There you are blaming everyone especially your daughters & sons
Petty ludicrous inquisition
We are tired of hearing you spew your bile always one the wrong ones
Always on the weaker ones
We have every right to be upset, we have every right to be mad
Cause now we know you fed us lies and good intentions won’t make it right
we have every right to discard you, you rigged the game and tilted the table
And you look so self-satisfied but lies are lies & they weren’t even white
There you are hammering spoilt brat wisdom
Bloated egos so self-important
There we are one foot on sea one on shore but both feet deep in your manure
And the light at the end of the tunnel, it’s a train
We have every right to be upset, we have every right to be mad
Cause now we know you fed us lies and good intentions won’t make it right
we have every right to discard you, you rigged the game and tilted the table
And you look so self-satisfied but lies are lies & they weren’t even white
You have built the cities of nightmare, you have drank the whole world dry
Now that we ask for a glass, you call us thieves and lowlife crass
But we won’t be grateful for your contempt, we won’t thank you for your scorn
Cause your whole world was built on lies and we’re about to tear it down
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The greatest love
04:30
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This is the greatest love that’s ever been under the sun
Too bad it’s an unrequited one
Another man, he’s making happy
Another man, he’s slowly killing me
Though I do my best to hide it all behind casual schmooze
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be in his shoes
You know I wouldn’t spend a drop of sweat for no God and no king
But I would smile in the line of fire if that would save your skin
So many times I felt on the brink of breaking all the levees
Of giving myself up to your mercy on my bended knees
But I can lay no claim, I have no right to burst into your world
And disturb it no matter how sincere would be my words.
I can’t help it
You and I, we would be so beautiful
We would simply be magnificent
There would have been nothing quite like us
No other story would ever match us
O why such a waste of glory?
All of you watch me heads up, playing the cynic
Profess with arrogance that love is just an antic
A spasm decked out with the rags of a dead god
A lie that will be gone as swiftly as a storm cloud
But my arms are aching with the longing to hold you dear
My eyes are stinging as they fight against the bitter tears
The thrill of a first kiss that will never ever be
Feasts on my soul and tears it off from me
This is the greatest love that’s ever been going down the drain
Its ashes washed away by an unsuspecting rain
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No questions asked
04:06
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I’ll be happy with the crumbs from your table
I’ll be content with whatever you’re able
To throw at me, to toss at me, I don’t care if it’s good
All I care about is that it’s coming from you
Anything you’d discard, anything you don’t mind
Throwing away, I’ll take it no questions asked
I’ll be weaving such a web with my open wound
I’ll create such a perfect cocoon
My weaknesses are my weapons, my nakedness is armed
And before you know it you’ll be helplessly charmed
Anything you’d discard, anything you don’t mind
Throwing away, I’ll take it no questions asked
I’ll be happy with the crumbs from your table
You’ll be enthralled by whatever I’m able
To build for you, to do for you, and before you understand
I’ll be holding you under complete command
Anything you’d discard, anything you don’t mind
Throwing away, I’ll take it no questions asked
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Coming home
07:20
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I’m coming home with a knife between my teeth
I’m coming home with a hard-on in my jeans
I’m coming home Whether it’s good news remains to be seen
I’m coming home with a few things to say
I’m coming home not sure I’m gonna stay
I’m coming home Half of my life already down the drain
I’m coming home and I got presents for you all
But don’t get hyped, not before you know
I’m coming home And some stories need to be told
Do not slay the fat calf to quickly
Not before you listen to me
Do not yet set the table with silverware
Do not wear your Sunday best for me
Do not call the neighbours to see
This party might become your worst nightmare
It took so many years to get rid of the muzzle
It took a lot of tears to get rid of the blinkers
To shed the old skin that was never mine to begin with
It took a half life to get out of the straitjacket
You decided suited me best
And that dead skin I throw it at your feet in offering
But do not fear me
I don’t want no payback
I just came here to play the final act
Of unlearning most of what you taught me was good and bad
To clean myself from the poison of your white lies
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Anachie Gordon
05:36
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Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and will not be moved
It will not be moved oh for all that I have done
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
For Anachie Gordon he's bonny and he's rough
He'd entice any woman that ever he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying “Jeannie you’re trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so very much for thee
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Anachie
For Anachie Gordon he’s barely but a man
I know he may be pretty but where are his lands
The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You will marry Lord Sultan, forget Anachie.”
Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
And when she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She went into her chamber, she cried all alone.
And down came her father and he's spoken with renown
Saying “you that are her maidens, go loosen up her gown”
But she fell down to the floor, so close down by his knee
Saying “father look I'm dying for my love Anachie.”
The day that Jeannie married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Anachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing off their hands
Saying oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the sea
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and will not be moved
It will not be moved oh for all that I have done
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
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The bungler
06:00
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If he was made of flesh & bones
I’d smash his head with a brick
It would be so good to hear him moan
While I punch and tear and kick
But it’s my own face I’d have to wreck
For he lives in my skull, flows in my veins
He keeps my heart in a tight check
While he makes my tongue say words of pain
He’s the civil war inside my head
He’s the hemlock I keep drinking
He’s the tombstone in my bed
The lies unmasked that I keep believing
When my left hand wants to caress
My right hand is a clenched fist
My heart wants to give you access
My brain puts you on the blacklist
I want him dead, I want him out, I want him gone, should I cut my hand to stop it from hurting
I want him dead, I want him out, I want him gone, should I pluck out my eyes to stop them from weeping
I want him dead, I want him out, I want him gone, should I cut my tongue to stop it from lying
I want to live, I want to love, I want to hold you without his shadow so sickening
But this time, you’ve gone too far
This time Mister Bungle, it’s war
Maybe you finally lost your touch
This time you’ve cost me too much
This soul ain’t big enough for both of us
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Bought myself a guitar, learned all the chords
Watched every video to learn how to strike a pose
Fell prey to the gear acquisition syndrome
Know where my money goes, don’t care where it comes from
But there’s one thing I have to say
Things still don’t come my way
There is something that is not quite right
No matter how hard I try:
I can’t get no sex and the drugs are expensive
All I can get is rock & roll
I can’t afford drugs and sex is elusive
But I find solace in rock & roll
It’s not that I haven’t tried to bring chicks to my house
But they just clap politely, kiss me on the cheek and say “see you around”
They find me sympathetic, yeah, without the sym
But I know one day they’ll treat me like a king
Still there’s something I don’t do right
And I can’t name it for the love of life
When I’ll put my finger on it
I’ll blow your mind, believe it
I can’t get no sex and the drugs are expensive
All I can get is rock & roll
I can’t afford drugs and sex is elusive
But I find solace in rock & roll
One day, when I’ll be rich and famous, they’ll all look up to me
And for all their scorn and indifference, they’ll feel so sorry
I’ll sweep ‘em off their feet take them sky high
My riffs will feel like a whip upon their backs
Until then...
I can’t get no sex and the drugs are expensive
All I can get is rock & roll
I can’t afford drugs and sex is elusive
But I find solace in rock & roll
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14. |
Whiskey
04:50
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I’ve been up & down. Well, more often down than up
And I had my share of dreams though most of them didn’t work
And if I’ve learned one thing don’t rely on material things
They flow like water through yur fingers before you can think
You believe you’ve earned yourself a place in this world thanks to hard work and pluck
Till some bloke from the bank or the taxes comes and says “buddy, you’re fucked”
And you’re left stranded, but it’s not the worst part of it yet
Watch your friends as they run like rats leave a sinking ship
For I had one friend and his name was whiskey
And its warmth within me
Never let me down down down
Love is pleasing, takes you high on its fluffy wings
Then drops you five miles high and watches you with a grin
The very reasons why a lover will find you adorable at the start
Will be the reason why they’ll deject you and will tear you apart
Enjoy the sweet while it lasts, before the sour comes to pass
Cause love will say byebye, leaving you high and dry
But I had one love and his name was whiskey
I had one love and its warmth within me
Never let me down down down
You can put your trust in the golden spirit of the glen
The only one I knew that remained true to any bitter end
Who will be stand by you, help you pulling through when the cap it spins
When every friend betrays and every lover leaves when the thick becomes thin
I have no head for wine, it fucks too much with my mind
Beer is OK you know but today I won’t take it slow
Bring me my friend whose name is whiskey
Bring me my friend for he never failed me
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Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.
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