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+ Love is a Tricky Thing

Alas bewildered lover you’ve met love’s most famous friend.
Sorrow’s bid you morning and kicks back till the day’s end
and now you’re done with love and you’re not looking for love or his boring friend.
You’ve built a world without love and wonder if you’re burying your face in the sand

Love is a tricky thing and it brings you lightly.
Love’s not what you think it should be then it sings to you rightly.

So then bewildered lover is this ringing any bells with you?
And could you really want to sing back to love if it crept up and enveloped you?
Or do you still want a kind of adjustable love that doesn’t infuse and consume your being?
a made-to-order kind of love for the heart that beats so weary?

Love is a tricky thing and it brings you lightly.
Love’s not what you think it should be then it sings to you rightly.

Oh bewildered! Looking for a lover? Maybe you’ll discover a friend
A friend to play the knowing glance game, two spoons of sugar and milk
Someone to share the minute details with in your playground love-well
When all the really good and bad things happen it’s the one you want to tell but

Love is a tricky thing and it brings you lightly.
Love’s not what you think it should be then it sings to you rightly.

Love is a tricky thing and it brings you lightly.
Love’s not what you think it should be then it sings to you rightly.

+ Impossibly Beautiful

I know not your heart or your mind or your name,
your Achilles heel or from where you came.
Though it’s written in the stars my desires will flame
I might take a pass on what the stars are saying
You’re impossibly beautiful, is that cos I’m waiting?
Is that cos I’m looking or is it just cos you are?

The indignant look as you catch the eye
of the onlooker caught in a gaze at thine
as you’re innocently flaunting your beauty, ‘Ah!’
you’ve no idea how beautiful you are
You’re impossibly beautiful, is that cos I’m waiting?
Is that cos I’m looking or is it just cos you are?

You’re not laid so bare by the vanity fare
To tamper with your charms…oxygen in a jar.
You’re not an assembled cocktail of bits and not
a stuck together look all made up with tricks
You’re impossibly beautiful, is that cos I’m waiting?
Is that cos I’m looking or is it just cos you are?

You don’t play the love game of toxic love
of trading love for beauty the winning of.
Will you ever wish you knew what a spell you cast?
Or maybe it’s a beauty you’ll always have
You’re impossibly beautiful, is that cos I’m waiting?
Is that cos I’m looking or is it just cos you are?

+ Grace

You gave me grace
You gave me grace
Help me today to feel the grace

Help me today
to feel the grace
cos here’s the day
to feel the grace

You gave me grace
Help me today to prove
What good is grace if I don’t know,
if I don’t know how to use it?

Grace, you gave me grace.
Help me today to feel the grace

Help me today
to feel the grace
Here’s the day
to feel the grace

You gave me grace
Help me today to prove
Help me today to find the grace cos here’s the day
Here’s the day,
day to use it

+ Valentine Song

She broke his heart into a million billion pieces and
she stood and she watched him cry.
She stood and watched him fumble around
He lost his heart, it couldn’t be found

She walked away taking all of the embraces
never seeing him shudder in pain.
She didn’t stroke his hair or his face like she so loved to
she just left and she left him to cry

Boy nothing you can do will stop you wondering
and nothing you can do will ease the pain
Remember you are blind to the intricacies of the mind
so just stay and stand the time
Pain goes away when you stand the time

Boy nothing you can do will stop you wondering
and nothing you can do will ease the pain.
Remember you are blind to the intricacies of the mind
so just stay and stand the time.
Pain goes away when you stand the time.
Pain goes away when you stand the time.

+ One More Tune

He’s living in a world that has left him behind.
He used to be taller, he used to be kind.
She’s plagued with images from the dark side of her mind,
unsavoury days, unsavoury nights.

But she still waits to hear one more tune, one more tune, one more tune!

She doesn’t think too much about the meaning of her life
She thinks she’s happy and you think you’re right
He’s pulling faces, saying “you won’t like me when I’m mad!”
She says “I don’t like you anyway and the bravado dance!”

They still wait to hear one more tune, one more tune, one more tune!
They still wait to hear one more tune, one more tune, one more tune!

He turns tricks as he licks his lips holding court on a throne.
He gets kicks as he blinks thinking of rouses yet unknown
She’s got a witch laugh and a guy who knows how to humour her
He’s in a romance with romance and likes her approval

And they still wait to hear one more tune, one more tune, one more tune!
One more tune, to hear one more tune, one more tune, one more tune!

+ Myth

Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
It sticks if it’s mud, it pools if it’s good,
then myth lasts longer than the truth, the truth, the truth,
the truth, the..

Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
It sticks if it’s mud, it pools if it’s good,
then myth lasts longer than the truth, the truth, the truth,
the truth, the..
Haa ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Haa ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Gaaaaaaaaasppppppp!!!

Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams

It sticks if it’s mud, it pools if it’s good,
then myth lasts longer than the truth, the truth, the truth,
the truth, the..

Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams
Myth grows bigger than the truth, tragedies or dreams

It sticks if it’s mud, it pools if it’s good,
then myth lasts longer than the truth, the truth, the truth,
the truth, the..
Haa ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Haa ha ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Gaaaaaaaaasppppppp!!!

+ Mr. Roving Eye Guy

Mr. Roving Eye Guy with high wall round his heart
he said he couldn’t find a good enough girl for him.
He found flaws with every girl he’d meet,
she had big hands or funny feet.
He found ways out of meeting the girl of his dreams,
refusing to succumb or surrender to a new queen
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u

Mr. Roving Eye Guy found a haven to protect him
from rejection nothing brought in or out from there.
Dancing girls dressed up as romance,
aesthetically pleasing pretend romance
Good time romances not long time romance “it’s been fun”,
a holding pattern of romances, comfort blankets, glances
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u

Mr. Roving Eye Guy found a girl that every other
Mr. Roving Eye Guy would gaze at.
Would he settle for the best of his bad lot,
or still roam the hills to see what they’d got?
Would he unleash his fears and let inertia bleed?
Would he break his own rules and think of,
and think of his dreams?
Would he just U U U U U U fall in love?
Would he just U U U fall in love?

U u u u u u fall in love
U u fall in love
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u
U u u u u u u u u u u u u u

+ Stay

Stay, just stay
And wait, just wait

The little fire inside you is much bigger there’s a,
a little fire inside you

Just dream, just dream
You’ll see, you’ll see

I wish I could abate your desire to decorate your life
I wish I could abate your fear
The little fire inside you is much bigger there’s a,
a little fire inside you.

Just dream, just dream.
You’ll see, you’ll see

The little fire inside you is much bigger there’s a,
a little fire inside you.
I wish I could abate your desire to decorate your life
I wish I could abate your fear.

Just stay, just wait

You’ll see

+ Life's Nudge

You didn’t recognise the magic in your life till life’s nudge knocked to shock you
Thirty days and nights full of cement inside, a crying feast emotion cocktail.
Limbs broken but moving the hurt-shell still hopeful you file it all under bewildered
Significances cling to ordinary things, peculiar superstitious comforts

Challenging times straining the head, puzzling the heart, a tumbling head
Puzzling days, puzzling dreams, treading water just to try to breathe
Get out of the world, get out of the dreams, and get out of the place, out of the anxiety
Out of the head, out of the sleeping, a weak kind of rage, get out of the dreaming

Time for thrills without the big dreams, reality reminds of Tolstoy’s themes
Torment rips around the being but funnily life feels too good to believe him
Life’s unexpected nudge has come and, can’t blame anyone,
Life’s unexpected nudge has come, you can’t let it keep you down

Keep the wolves from your head as you wait for the horse,
the hollow insides slowly fill with hope
Eyes adjust to the dark light, shapes form like in the dead of night
Time to shed the heavy cape, the exhausted aura wants to emanate,
The exhausted aura‘s gonna radiate, the quivering smile’s gonna find it’s face

Time for thrills without the big dreams, reality reminds of Tolstoy’s themes
Torment rips around the being, but funnily life feels too good to believe him

Life’s unexpected nudge has come and, can’t blame anyone,
Life’s unexpected nudge has come, you can’t let it keep you down

+ Monster

Fascinated by the charm of a beautiful and delicate thing
Dazzled by its beauty you f-forget you know what lies within in
You forget you know what lies within in in in

Innocently frolicking you stir the side of a nook then
You remember that you knew what was in
the beautiful tree before it you shook shook
the beautiful tree before it you shook shook shook shook shook shook shook

The beautiful tree needs to be preened, an elegant daily tending
But the power is known a monster’s grown,
unstirred for fear of what might be pending,
unstirred for fear of what might be pen-ding ding ding ding ding ding

But you know if you shake the tree the contents down will fall
And for a pretty tree the contents aren’t really that very pretty at all
They aren’t really that very pretty at all all all all all

+ Nothing to Declare

You let me fall so I pushed those wicked dreams away
And now you’re gone I can’t find those wicked dreams again

So why have I got nothing to declare but love for you?
And it’s just easy to declare my love for you

You let me dream so I gave the other dreams away
Now you’re gone I can’t find the other dreams again

So why have I got nothing to declare but love for you
And it’s just easy to declare my love for you

I’ve got nothing to declare but love for you
And it’s just easy to declare my love for you

Nothing to declare but love for you
I’ve got nothing to declare but love for you

+ Knock Knock

With innocent eyes and expectant faces
Momentary amnesia, lured by graces,
Perils forgotten and the heart embraces
Knock knock, it’s here again.
It’s a place inside you, you thought had died
It knocks on millions and thousands or tries and
it remembers yours cos you’ve subscribed
Knock knock, it’s here again
And two become one familiarity restricted
One looks through the others eyes to see themselves reflected
You’ve got dreams to remember you’ve got believe
You’re Cinderella remember and your knight is here
You might need to shine up that shiny armour
Or maybe you won’t need to shine it at all
With innocent eyes and expectant faces
Momentary amnesia, lured by graces
Perils forgotten and the heart embraces
Knock knock, it’s here again.
It’s a place inside you, you thought had died
It knocks on millions and thousands or tries and
it remembers yours cos you’ve subscribed
Knock knock, it’s here again
And two become one familiarity restricted
One looks through the others eyes to see themselves reflected
You’ve got dreams to remember you’ve got believe
You’re Cinderella remember and your knight is here
You might need to shine up that shiny armour
Or maybe you won’t need to shine it at all
With innocent eyes and expectant faces,
momentary amnesia, lured by graces
Perils forgotten and the heart embraces,
Knock knock, it’s here again.

ABOUT PAGES

+ The Story of The Album

After ’13 Songs', Julie released the lowercase follow-up album, pages. Once again, it beckoned the listener into a world that wasn’t visited by the usual stock-in-trade formats. If 13 Songs was little more than a loose collection of wonderful, non-formulaic tunes, then pages proved more cohesive, with Julie reviewing her creative stimuli and branching out into what could safely be termed orchestrated pop music. pages is, effectively and efficiently, a pop album using an orchestra with the songs.

Yet there was something else about pages that triggered the right responses from the listener: its inherent spirit of generosity. Created in the calm of the renowned artists retreat at Annamakerrig, Co Monaghan, the warmth and joy of pages married Julie’s instinctive creativity with her notions of wanting to, as she says, “comfort people, to give them something. I certainly didn’t want the record to be indulgent, or for anyone to feel as if they were left out from the experience.” She constructed a subtly complex masterpiece in her second album pages, a genre-spanning symphony. After composing the entire album, Julie recorded the album in one six-hour session by conducting an orchestra of clarinets, flutes, oboes, bassoons, trombones, French horns, trumpets, strings, sticks, harp and percussion from the Irish Chamber Orchestra, and subsequently singing over what she had conducted. A true perfectionist in the vein of Bobby McFerrin, Julie’s supreme talent in composition and arrangement is matched only by her gorgeous, soaring voice. The pages album artwork that she designed herself incorporated her unique hand-stitched ‘pages' dress sculpted from the actual pages of the album's orchestral score; and a tree house which she had painted in specific colours reflecting the tone of the album. Her video for ‘Impossibly Beautiful' features 18 different head dresses designed by Piers Atkinson, and is one of 3 videos she made for pages.

pages took on a whole other life of its own,” says Julie, remarking that the success of the live shows, particularly in New York, came as a pleasant shock to her (“Ms. Feeney's songs don't shout,” wrote New York Times Chief Pop Music critic, Jon Pareles, following her sold-out run of ten nights at the Irish Arts Center. “They tease, ponder, reminisce, philosophize and invent parables”). pages was shortlisted for the Choice Music Prize - Irish Album Of The Year and the album featured in '101 Irish Albums You Must Hear Before You Die' by Liberties Press.


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