"Imogene" genre: Folk
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	A song of betrayal, envy and loss - all based on a dream i had.. I probably had too much cheese that night...
	Credits: Music and Lyrics by Mark Robinson
	Story Behind the Song The story behind the song, huh? Hmm.. well... I have had friends attempt to interpret the dream on which it was based and the answers have ranged from me killing off the feminine aspects within to just being a spoil sport.. Who knows, dear listener? Lyrics IMOGENE by Mark Robinson Your socks in the corner Your hair in the sink knows Your smell in my clothes cry “Imogene“ The roach in the ashtray, My pallid reflection, Her shoes in the ocean, Imogene. Way down beyond the red sand, Far out to sea, Weighed down by my own hand Imogene waits for me. Her hand on my lunch box Her pants on my dash board Her name on my bankcard, Imogene. The calls after midnight, The sudden excuses, The bites and the bruises, Imogene. I can still hear the sound of the sea on the motor And she danced on the beach like a madman’s daughter And she called out his name louder over and over and over and over. My eyes on her wet feet, Her laughter in my ears, My life in slow motion over and over and over. Her smile brushing my rage gone in the ocean. Way down beyond the red sand Far out to sea Weighed down by my own hand Imogene waits for justice Imogene waits for vengeance Imogene waits for something Imogene waits for me.

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