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Have you ever known that? You love someone with every nerve and fiber of your body, mind and soul, and yet you can't help acting stupid, as if you secretly wanted to ruin everything?

And you know deep within how much damage you're doing, but a little voice, the voice of heritage, traditions, the voice of your forebears, the voice which breath smells of acid, cheap booze, corpses and dried blood tells you to go for it, that this is how it should be done, keeps whispering to your ear and then you give in, you act like a cunt.

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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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from The gods gave you victory today only to make your final defeat more bitter, released March 1, 2021

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

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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