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The Imaginary Life of Rosemary and Me

by Walter Benjamin

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Released by Pataca Discos, 2012.
Artwork by AnaMary Bilbao.

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released April 21, 2012

Written, recorded and produced by Walter Benjamin.
Except This ain’t our last dance, original words by AnaMary Bilbao.


His most wasted friends are:

João Correia – drums, percussion, backing vocals.

Nuno Lucas – bass, backing vocals.

Manuel Dordio – the imaginary slide guitar.

João Paulo Feliciano – Hammond organ on “Twenty four” and “Airports and broken hearts”, backing vocals.

Márcia – the beautiful vocals on “Our imaginary house”, “High speed love”, “Airports and broken hearts” and “Your house”.

Bruno Pernadas – the electric guitar on “This ain´t our last dance”.

Francisca Cortesão – the sweet vocals on “Airports and broken hearts” and “Twenty four”.

AnaMary Bilbao – the mobile phone vocals on “Under your dress”

Nick Mills – trombone on “Under your dress”, “Mary” and “Your house”.

Duncan Brown – trumpet on “Your house”.

António Vasconcelos Dias – tambourine on “Mary”.

Walter Benjamin sang, played piano, guitars, keyboards, percussion and whatever.

Birds on “Our imaginary house” recorded by Moritz Kerschbaumer and Walter B. at the Regents Canal, London.

Engineered by:
Luís Nunes, Mário Feliciano, João Paulo Feliciano and B Fachada (Lisboa).
Moritz Kerschbaumer (London).

Additional Engineering: Rowan Park.

Recorded at Estúdio 15A (Lisboa) & The Roman Palace (London).

Mixed by Luis “Walter Benjamin” Nunes with Moritz Kerschbaumer at The Roman Palace, London.

Mastered by Rafael Toral.

The beautiful drawings and artwork by AnaMary Bilbao.
Photographs by the one and only Vera Marmelo.

Thank you/Obrigado: To everyone that was somehow involved in the making of this record, your time and love was precious to me. To my band – João Correia & Nuno Lucas. To all my friends and family for everything. João Paulo Feliciano for the spirit, Mário Feliciano for all the good times in the studio, to Jakob Bazora and Moritz Kerschbaumer for the friendship, to Manuel Dordio for all the great years, Pedro Girão & Miguel Pereira for friday nights, to Becky Chilton for all the assistance, to Filipa Moreira and Raquel Lains, to Rafael Toral, to my flatmates Zack, Johnny, Chay and Ruben for all the patience and tolerance, António Ferreira for all the dedication, Vera Marmelo for being there. To AnaMary Bilbao for having all the time in the world. To my parents for the great records lying around the house.

Special thanks to my most wasted friends. I love you.

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Track Name: Our Imaginary House
Our Imaginary House

Our imaginary house
has your paintings on the walls
and my songs under the doors.

You can come in if you like
and be happy for a while
or you may move in next door.
Track Name: High Speed Love
High speed love

High speed, high speed,
high speed love.

High speed love,
high speed love
is dead,
is on my TV screen.
I think I'll stay in bed
so I don't have to see.

High speed, high speed,
high speed love.

High speed love,
high speed love,
is strange,
there are limits to being weird
and limits for feeling sick.
We don't even know what to do,
the border is way behind
and the police are after you.

High speed love,
high speed love.
(I'm on high speed love,
is this love at all?
I'm on high speed love
and I just don't want to go home)
Track Name: Under Your Dress
Under your dress

Under your dress
there's nothing for me to see
and nowhere for me to go,
under your dress.

But I tried to fight
those fascist hands of yours
in the hope that I could score
- but no such luck.

It makes me wonder if it's fair
for me to go on,
but I think it's only fair for me to try
and hide under your dress.

Under your sky
there's no place for me either
but sometimes I knew I was the one
under your sky.
But it's all right,
we'll be over when we're dead
and we were over from the start,
I can take it if I must.

It makes me wonder if it's fair
for me to go on,
but I think it's only fair for me to try
and hide under your dress.

Under your dress
decades seem to fall apart
and you know we could be friends
and meet under your dress.
Track Name: Twenty Four
Twenty four

Twenty four, twenty four,
why did you take so long,
and now your suitcase is at the door,
where are you going twenty four?

Last time we met, last time we met
we were busy in my car
and said goodbye by my door,
that was painful, twenty four.

When we get old and we're bored,
we'll remember twenty four
and we both know it was good,
we both know it was good.

Twenty four, twenty four,
you were the princess by my side
I felt 'the king' for a while,
where did you go twenty four?

Twenty four, twenty four,
our ship's about to go down
and the flag with the crown
is full of blood, twenty four.

Twenty four, twenty four,
were you wrong all this time,
can't you stay just a while,
screw twenty five.
Track Name: This Ain't Our Last Dance
This ain't our last dance

Tonight is our last night
and you're leaving me
with your eyes full of doubt.

You still imagine us because
even after all your disclaimers
in the sound of my music
has always lived hope.

If you wait for me
in the land of dreams
that we've made,
If I wait for you
you will dance with me
and I will dance with you.

We could live forever
in those endless nights
that only we knew.
Those that have masked
our eternal mismatch
and have fulfilled our hearts.

If you wait for me
in the land of dreams
that we have called home.
If I wait for you
you will dance with me
and I will dance with you.

There,
where our ghosts live,
you will dance with me
and I will dance with you.
Track Name: Airports and Broken Hearts
Airports and broken hearts

It's just the way it started,
there's nothing wrong about it
but now it makes me stare,
and my window doesn't care
if I'm alive or sleeping,
or what I should be drinking,
because times are to forget
and moving fast will make it better.
I hope.

Airports and broken hearts you see,
are starting to be my cup of tea
- Airports and broken hearts.
Airports and broken hearts out there
will fly around the earth some day,
they'll be the guns pointed at me.

And by the time we've landed
all the traffic's the wrong way,
but Mars will still be there
and 60 seconds will be a minute.
Our home is everywhere,
London Town or Budapest,
aeroplanes are cool sometimes,
they can take you for a ride
around the globe.

Airports and broken hearts you see
are starting to be my cup of tea.
Oh, airports and broken hearts.
Airports and broken hearts out there
will fly around the earth some day,
they'll be the guns pointed at me.
Airports and broken hearts you see
will soon become the death of me
-Airports and broken hearts.
Oh, airports and broken hearts.
Track Name: Mary
Mary

This is our last shot
before the glasses are filled with wine
and your eyes are full of life.
This is a big day,
it was a big decision
and a big mistake
for me to come.

Mary,
won't you dance with me
before you marry him?
Mary,
won't you dance with me?

I never learned when to stop,
and even at school
I was too fast for you.
Come on,
I'm not advertising for a new mood
- this is old stuff and you know it,
someone's waiting on your couch.

Mary,
won't you dance with me
before you marry him?
Mary,
won't you dance with me?
Track Name: Your House
Your house

It's so windy back home,
little girl.
Where the TV screen goes to sleep
and your tiny dances should rule
the outside world.
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance,
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance.

Will you let me in sometime,
just enter the gate
and go upstairs,
like God?

I've heard you used to bash the keys
in the morning.
Before it all started to make sense,
it all made sense to you
but I have never seen the truth written in your books.
I have never seen the truth written in your books,
it was left on the ashtrays
where we used to finish our cigarettes
- and they're over now.

Will you let me in sometime,
just enter the gate
and go upstairs,
like God?

Your ghosts look beautiful to me.
Your ghosts look beautiful to me.

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