The shape of things forsaken

by The Imaginary Suitcase

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1.
05:03
There's no grey pilgrim coming to our aid No Doctor in a blue box coming to save the day No superhero wearing mask and cape No unexpected horse ride coming in the nick of time We are on our own and if you wait for the heavens above To give you the answers, you got another thing Never coming They've been singing give me love and peace Give me freedom, hey, buddy, did it come? How long will you wait for the government Or the abusive lover to mellow out and amend? Begging "set me free" is a deep paradox in terms If you want your dignity, fight for it You have to grab it When you wish upon the stars above Choose carefully, most have been dead for centuries And when you go to bed with a heart painfully loaded Cry your heart out then get your guns out For if no superpower will help you, well it also means That no superpower can restrain you Unless you allow it to I'm feeling so alive More than ever redefined I've learned to love the light The little flame frail and weak it seems Hunted by the http://www.deepinthewoods.be/fr/toplinks_fr/contact.html icy breeze But never will it die Rats and cockroaches will gnaw And spit upon your bones Or lure you with fool's gold They'll give you a monkey for your back Your soul, they'll paint it black That's just the way it goes
2.
04:02
I won’t give in I put fresh heart into myself but I flee my thoughts I won’t give in I’ve sealed my mouth, won’t say a thing at least not out loud funny, I’d like to seduce you funny how I feel maybe I’m lost on the tough side maybe this time it’s for real but I would like to be but funny things for you I’ll manage a seven day working week for your sake as mary goes round on the playground she is ever asking ever too much I’m getting nervous I hang around it’s no big deal I’ll sort it out I’d like to tell you all my mud stories mud stories mud on my raincoat still much stories mud stories much on my raincoat still mud stories much fuss about a cheap thrill I won’t give in I have no chance I’ll have enough with one romance I’d like to tell you about my mud stories mud stories mud on my raincoat still much stories mud stories much on my raincoat still mud stories much fuss about a cheap thrill
3.
Come, fly with me across the frozen sea We’ll find a place where the soul can be free Come sail with me across the fields of green Where tears will dry and lovers are redeemed Our hearts will build a bridge across the cracks and rifts And our souls will be free at last free to drift Smiling like a child at innocence recovered A garden where lovers can be smothered Fear has turned our skies a filthy shade of grey Guilt has made us slaves to this day We’ve learned to love our chains and believe they were jewels Oh how could we so worship their drool Come ride with me across the frozen sea We’ll find a place where lions can be free Come sail with me across the fields of green Your heart it is my lighthouse can’t you see?
4.
03:14
I look out the window across the city It's been raining for a week Crowds of people look at their feet Even Florence looks just bleak Through this window I saw you were alone Wish I could be by your side You looked so lovely but there was no one around Wish I took you in my arms I just went back to bed feeling I shouldn't But what would be the use It should be summer but the overwhelming clouds Leave us all sad and confused Tuscany drowned in colourless haze It is time to catch the train Back to Brussels where the rain is a normal thing Pour it down on me To the familiar lukewarm air and sifted lights That's where I feel free Thinking of you and the things we wanted to do Goodbye to the sun that never showed its face I am leaving you today It will remain a what if til the end of days I wiil find you somewhere else Look out from the window of a long distance train The landscape becomes familiar Look out from the window of a long distance train Maybe I should take a nap
5.
In the city, a father searches for his son He finds him as he's being kissed by a machine gun Mother closes her eyes and thinks of her child The only way she can make it through this endless night Wish you were here The stars above were not made brighter by my coming Their glory won't be dimmed on the day that I'm leaving And no one ever could explain simply and clearly to me Why I was summoned here and why I'll have to leave Wish you were here I look around and see the war of each against all They're trying to forget that in the end mud swallows us whole Wish you were here
6.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love

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Some leftovers from the "Driftwood" sessions, plus some new songs composed in the meantime.

View this record as a bridge between two busy and awesome eras of The Imaginary Suitcase, something to keep the flame alive while I'm busy with the 20th anniversary tour and the 5th album of Ceilí Moss.

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released November 15, 2014

Recording, mix, instruments and vocals Laurent Leemans except vocals on Dance me to the end of love Tiny Verjans.

Mud Stories An Pierlé, cop. Warner Music Benelux, Dance me to the end of love Leonard Cohen, cop. CBS Inc.

Picture, sleeve and layout Laurent Leemans

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Grumpy Belgian singer-songwriter voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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