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By The Imaginary SuitcaseMusic
The Imaginary Suitcase episodes
- Itw Culture Coated Feb 5, 2021Interview (in Dutch) on Radio Benelux for the release of "The Gods..."1 hr
- I Had To RunSome say I’m a blessing, some say I’m a curseEverybody’s saying something, but my voice is never heardMany say I look threatening, like an inevitable outburstBut if you would just stop driveling, here are a few wordsI had to run from the streets where I used to play when I was a childWhen the humming of the cars got replaced by the drums of artillery fireI hope you never know how it feels to lie down and close your eyesWondering whether it’s gonna be your turn tonight.I am on your tv, every single dayYou simply shrug your shoulders and look the other wayClever people talking they’re on every screenNobody wants to listen to the children’s screamsI had to run from the streets where I used to play when I was a childWhen the humming of the cars got replaced by the drums of artillery fireI hope you never know how it feels to lie down and close your eyesWondering whether it’s gonna be your turn tonight.But then again I would hateTo stop clever talkingYou know so much better than IWhere it is I came from and where I'm supposed to be goingI know you’re wary of me you fear my dark intentionsThe blackness I have seen is beyond your imaginationI had to run from the streets where I used to play when I was a childWhen the humming of the cars got replaced by the drums of artillery fireI hope you never know how it feels to lie down and close your eyesWondering whether it’s gonna be your turn tonight.5 min
- WonderfulMight come as a shock for many of you, but sometimes I write sweet and normal love songs in which nothing goes wrong. I know, sit down, have a glass of water... ;-)There are wicked men who like to call for warAnd enough stupid men to go and fight for themThey remember too late when their face hits the groundHow it feels to hold a lover’s handThere are many gods and all they have to sayIs go and kill for me, I don’t like how they prayI guess they are jealous as they will never knowThe sweetness of a skin when it glowsYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel like a lucky son of a gunYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel I’m the only oneThere are men who hoard riches beyond any countGolden toys make en feel good the only way they canBut when the reaper comes knocking at their doorI wonder what it is they might have to show forBut when you kiss me and send shivers down my spineIt’s like an earthquake honey, I might just go blindRiches are weak and money is a plightI got enough to take you out tonightYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel like a lucky son of a gunYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel I’m the only oneLove is the mostBeautiful thing in the worldYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel like a lucky son of a gunYou & me, under the sunMakes me feel I’m the only one5 min
- It's Not You It's Me (barenaked version)A stripped to the bone version of this track from "Fake blood from real wounds", recorded in a radio station's studio for an interview that will not be aired... (I'll be charitable and resist the temptation of naming and shaming)4 min
- Demain Est Un Autre JourA song in French on the perils of procrastination when trying to attract your crush's attention...Lyrics:Si je t'en disais plus, je serais obligéde te faire disparaitre ou bien de t'embrasseren attendant contentons-nous donc d'un regardet pour le reste eh bien on verra ça plus tarddemain est un autre jour mais ce sera toujourstrop tôt pour ma confession demain est un autre joursans qu'on fasse le tour de cette satanée questionj'amerais bien te dire de très jolis mots bleusqui ouvriraient la porte du palais des cieuxmais si jamais je devais prendre en pleine facele poids du malentendu ça laisserait des tracesdemain est un autre jour peut-être le tourde plus qu'une conversation demain est un autre jource sera peut-être un four ou peut-être une révélationtoutes les idées folles que j'ai dans la têtesont encore assez loin d'être tout à fait prêtesensuite il faudra trouver le juste momentla conjonction lunaire, le bon alignementc'est vrai qu'après tout qu'est-ce que j'ai donc à offrirqui soit assez tentant pour capter ton sourire?je ne suis sans doute pas assez vaniteuxpour avoir le cran de te faire mes aveuxdemain est un autre jour je te dirai bonjouron se claquera la bise sans façons demain est un autre jourun compte à rebours qui n'a pas de conclusion5 min
- It's Not You, It's MeBecause how can you believe in the concept of justice in a world where James Blunt is famous and I am not?Lyrics:Every single man likes to think he’s God’s masterpieceBut they’re all mistaken ‘cause it’s pretty clear that I amThey all do their best to pretend they haven’t noticedAnd I understand It must be tough to live as a scamDoes this world deserve me?What would it be without me?I shiver at the thoughtDoes this world deserve me?What would it be without me?But the world doesn’t seems to knowAnd seems to even less care…I’m a living proof that genius can go to wasteAnd when I’ll be dead proof Qualis artifex pereoThe cattle swallows any crap that goes barefacedAnd ignores my wisdom Yes, squandering is the lawDoes this world deserve me?What would it be without me?I shiver at the thoughtWhat would it be without me?I have more than doubts.Well, the world doesn’t seems to knowAnd seems to even less care…If I had a dollar each time I deluded myselfI’m not saying I’d be richer than Bill GatesBut I could invite you in a fancy restaurantAnd leave a generous tip on the plateHere I am again, high on wishful thinkingBut the fall will be brief, I look forward to the landingThe world didn’t need meWill carry on without meWell too bad for them allThe world didn’t need meWill carry on without meWell, nevermind4 min
About The Imaginary Suitcase
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In the beginning, there was Laurent Leemans, singer of the folk-rock combo Ceilí Moss from 1996 to 2015 and of the arty-new wave band La Vierge du Chancelier Rolin in the 90s. In 2012, the longing to bring to life some songs that had not found their place in the repertoire of his groups ended up becoming stronger than the fear of becoming the umpteenth silly sod on acoustic guitar who hoots his existentialism on two and a half chords.
The imaginary suitcase is the one in which Laurent keeps his dead dreams, those that still breathe and the memories of his fantasized lives. The Imaginary Suitcase remained a solitary project until 2020, when Laurent ended up wanting to broaden his palette. This is how Janaina Costa (OK Lion!) on vocals and Vincent Romain (Linda Lou & the Line Movers, Clover Stompers, Thea & the Mugs, Alain Cupper, ea The man is prolific!) on solo guitar, mandolin and dobro have joined him and so they have been performing as a trio since July 2021.
Since 9 years, The Imaginary Suitcase strives to find the perfect balance between clear line, almost pop melodies (think The Civil Wars, or Leonard Cohen meets Suzanne Vega…), and a willingly rough sound reminiscent of 16 Horsepower or Hugo Race. The result? Songs built around refined harmonies between Laurent's deep voice and Jana's lighter one, two equally powerful, tender, sarcastic, melancholic or enraged but always intense voices, deceptively simple guitar chords delicately ornamented by Vincent and razor-sharp lyrics about life, death and the creepy moments in between.
Since 2012, The Imaginary Suitcase has released 9 recordings and performed around 300 concerts in Belgium, France and the Netherlands. The latest album (“The gods gave you victory today only to make your final defeat more bitter”) is available on all platforms since March 2021, and new songs are currently being written.