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+ Aching

My head is full of of you, so full of you I’m achin’ for you, for you.
My head is full of of you, consumed by you I’m achin’ for you, for you, you.
Some kind of huh huh huhmm mmnn mnn
Some kind of huh huh some kinda blue, some kinda blue for you.
My head is full of of you, consumed by you I’m achin’ for you, you mmn you.

+ Judas

la la la la da da da...
Were you reeling me in, enticing me, luring me, drawing me?
Did you plan it out, sussing me, circling about, you?
Well you should ‘a' met a Mandy and you should ‘a' met a Cindy
And you should ‘a' met anyone, last season's anyone
Now you've stolen from me ‘n’ you've wrenched love from me
Now I cant give it out, cos I can't surrender
Why are we futility, an exercise, can you really be so empty?
This is flimsiness, shallowness, just how you were steering it, you said I'd hate you
Well you should ‘a' met a Mandy and you should ‘a' met a Cindy
And you should ‘a' met anyone, last season's anyone
Now you've stolen from me ‘n’ you've wrenched love from me
Now I cant give it out, cos I can't surrender
And now you don't know that I hate you so cos you're not jealous, oh cos she makes you cozy
Well you should ‘a' met a Mandy and you should ‘a' met a Cindy
And you should ‘a' met anyone, last season's anyone
Now you've stolen from me ‘n’ you've wrenched love from me
Now I cant give it out, cos I can't surrender

+ Wind Out Of My Sails

No kisses left now , no caresses
All gone, dried up
Day is done now, closing down
Swept away, swept away
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u...
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
Empty now, hollow place,
Funny how you become good, good at looking pretty
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
You take the wind out of my sail, you take out
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u...
No kisses left now , no caresses
All gone, dried up
Day is done now

+ Autopilot

da dle dum ba da...
Treading along knowing that the fuel is gone, just to keep to keep the ball rolling
Hoping a recovery will come come come but it never ever never ever
You give more, they push less
You give less, they push less, why?
Cos in the end you save your face
if they look good you look good, look good, look good
More and more and more thieves jump on your wagon
More and more and more thieves jump on
More, more, more thieves jump on your wagon
I’m on autopilot, fuel is gone
I used to be pushing this bus and now it’s pulling me
I know my fuel is gone gone, but it never ever never ever
You give more, they push less
You give less, they push less, why?
Cos in the end you save your face
if they look good you look good, look good, look good
More and more and more thieves jump on your wagon
More and more and more thieves jump on
More, more, more thieves jump on your wagon
I’m on autopilot, fuel is gone
Ba da da da ba da ba da dn ah ba da dle a dn...

+ You Broke The Magic

do you do what you do? Why love?
And do you think about you, in vain?
Do you think about you, my love?
What do you think about you, in vain?
You broke the magic
You broke the magic
Did you believe that you were right, did you believe that you were true?
Did you believe that it was right to be the you that you once knew?
You broke the magic
You broke the magic
Why do you do what you do? Why love?
And do you think about you, in vain?
Can I forgive and forget, my love?
What do you think I can do with you?
You broke the magic
You broke the magic
Did you believe that you were right, did you believe that you were true?
Did you believe that it was right to be the you that you once knew?
Do you pretend that you’re in love, do you pretend to tell the tale?
Do you believe that you’re above the kind of love that is so plain?
You broke the magic
You broke the magic
You broke the magic

+ You Bring Me Down

I don’t know who I want and I don’t know what I need
I’m in a situation that I know I can’t read
I'm having conversation but I can’t speak
I know that I’m listening but nothing I hear.
You bring me down, down, down down down when you’re around
And the unease displeases me somehow when you’re around
I’m in anticipation of your next move
I’m engaging your raging but I keep my cool
The expression on your face wish I could displace
I’m frustrated cos I wait to pussy-foot around you
You bring me down, down, down down down when you’re around
And the unease displeases me somehow when you’re around
I’m all alone though everybody’s here

+ Alien

Laughter and banter ringing in my ear
High and low the stories go
The depression is oppressing cos you’re leaning on me
You bring me down, down, down down down when you’re around
And the unease displeases me somehow when you’re around
I need to catch the bee in your bonnet, turn it inside out with you on it
Whirl you around and then a pillow landing, so quell the fending and get on with me
You bring me down, down, down down down when you’re around
And the unease displeases me somehow when you’re around
I need to catch the bee in your bonnet, turn it inside out with you on it
Whirl you around and then a pillow landing, so quell the fending and get on with me
You bring me down, down, down down down when you’re around
And the unease displeases me somehow when you’re around

+ Wastin’

I wish I spoke your language, I wish I spoke
You want one set of emotions, you can’t be challenged
You’re so afraid that it disgusts her
Maybe we’ll help you, help you help you, help you
Ba da ba ba hah ham, Ba da ba ba hah...
How could your upbringing confuse you so much,
that you lose touch with your ticking, tocking?
How could your upbringing confuse you so much,
that you lose touch with your ticking, tocking?
Ba da ba ba hah ham, Ba da ba ba hah...
You’re not intelligent because you’re cynical, it’s just a blind defence
Secretly aimless is what you are, and you’ve lost touch with your ticking, tocking
Ba da ba ba hah ham, Ba da ba ba hah...
How could your upbringing confuse you so much,
you lose touch with your ticking, tocking?
How could your upbringing confuse you so much,
you lose touch with your ticking, tocking?
Ba da ba ba hah ham, Ba da ba ba hah... Ba da dle da dle da dn ah
. . .
“You’re not that special, you’re not unique, you’re not the most beautiful thing in the world”.
That’s wastin’ away, wastin’ the charms you have believin’ that beauty’s far away
Wastin the charm, caressing other fantasies so far away.
“I just can’t drool at you, it’s not there, you need me too much anyway”
That’s wastin’ away, wastin’ the charms you have, believin’ that beauty’s far away
Wastin the charm, caressing other fantasies so far away
The action of the head-wrecking is churning at my brain
Whirring up dementia and it’s driving me insane.
That’s wastin’ away, wastin’ the charms you have, believin’ that beauty’s far away
Wastin the charm, caressing other fantasies so far away
The action of the head-wrecking is churning at my brain
Whirring up dementia and it’s driving me insane.
The action of the head-wrecking is churning at my brain,
Whirring up dementia and it’s driving me insa a a a a a a a a a a a a... ane
That’s wastin’ away, wastin’ the charms you have, believin’ that beauty’s far away
Wastin the charm, caressing other fantasies so far away
You’re that special, you’re unique
You’re the most beautiful thing in the world.

+ Fictitous Richard

Fictitious Richard came all on his merry way over the seas in his might
Fictitious Richard he valiantly stole away knowingly approaching the sight
Steadfastly steering, “Ahoy!”, he’s appearing, blowing the wind brought him tight
Fictitious, delicious, Richard was ambitious in seeking a maiden to delight
And she came forth, she bound forth so eagerly drawn forth, she offered her jewels and her wares
And though she had an inkling of a suffering, she never advanced on her doubting,
sprang forth and leapt to his word
Fictitious Richard still steadfastly valiantly naming and proclaiming his love
Untouched and untravelled, ne’r had it been accomplished by Richard stupendous in reign
Then she began to realise looking in his eyes,
pious holy innocent eyes that glorious pretension was ripe
And singing out her inkling of the suffering,
realising of her doubting thinking of his dithering plight
Fictitious Richard sailed off on his merry way back o’er the seas in his might.
Fictitious Richard he valiantly stole away knowingly leaving behind
And singing out her inkling of the suffering,
realising of her doubting and pining in her sorrowful plight singing of his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!
And singing out her inkling of the suffering,
realising of her doubting and pining in her sorrowful plight singing his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!
And singing out her inkling of the suffering,
realising of her doubting and pining in her sorrowful plight singing his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!

+ Too Late

I’m not going to look for approval from you anymore, no no more
Cos you want me to wait, wait till it’s too late for realising the illusion
Do you really want me to cry? And my heart do you want me to die?
It will be too late to cry and still my heart won’t die
It will be too late to cry and still my heart won’t die
I know your belief in me is weak, it’s purely fearfulness of the unknown
Cos you want me to wait, wait til it’s too late for the big climbing and all alone
Do you really want me to cry? And my heart do you want me to die?
It will be too late to cry, and still my heart won’t die
It will be too late to cry, and still my heart won’t die

+ 1,000,001 (Or “a Million And One Things”)

There’s a million and one things I like about you
Can we exchange it, can I trade it with you?
But if you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay,
why should I stay with you?
If you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay, with you?
There’s a billion and one things I wanna change with you.
Could we exchange it? I wanna change with you
But if you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay,
why should I stay with you?
If you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay, with you?
There’s a trillion and one things I love about you
Can we exchange it, can I trade it with you?
But if you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay,
why should I stay with you?
If you’re not gonna pay, why should I stay, with you?

+ Under My Skin

You get under my skin, inside
Mmm a bundle of bliss, inside
Oh what a lovely day
Your lovliness enfolding me
You get under my skin, inside
Mmm a bundle of bliss, inside
Wrapping around you, wrapping and holding
Rapturing mmm mmm
You get under my skin, inside
Mmm mmm bliss, inside

+ Luí

Luí fút
Caoin ciúin
Bí i do thost thú, i do shuaimhneas thú
Go socair leat
Luí fút
Caoin ciúin
Bí siochántacht ort, lig socracht ort
Luí fút
Caoin ciúin
Luí tharat tamaill
Suaimhneas ionat
Luí fút
Luí ciúin.


ABOUT 13 SONGS

+ The Story of the Album

Before releasing her debut album, Galway’s Julie Feeney was positioned very much on the outer fringes of the Irish music scene. In fact, despite her background as someone with so many strings to her bow she could have been mistaken for an orchestra of harps, she was virtually anonymous, a position that, ironically, stood to her advantage.

Her 2005 debut album, 13 Songs, arrived out of a place that people often feared to tread, yet this curve-ball of a record went on to win the inaugural Choice Music Prize in 2006. Its success took her completely by surprise. “I’d no idea what would happen,” Julie recalls. “I finished making the record, and then I put the CD into envelopes and posted them off to people.” 13 Songs was little more than a loose collection of wonderful, non-formulaic tunes but it sent Julie traveling on a path that she has yet to step off from. She won the Choice Music Prize for ‘Irish Album of the Year' for the self-produced album on which she played most of the instruments herself. The Observer (U.K.) gushed that Feeney's debut album, '13 Songs,' was “the blossoming of a major talent,” adding that “Feeney towers over her contemporaries.” The NY Times has also called her music “charming, urbane and dreamy” and The Guardian (UK) simply said “the world will listen.”


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