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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.

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?

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

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.

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 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 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, 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

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

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

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

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.

Music and words composed, orchestrated and produced by Julie Feeney.
Orchestra conducted by Julie Feeney.
Singing in all octaves by Julie Feeney.

Orchestra recorded over 2 sessions on July 14 2008 in the
Irish Chamber Orchestra Studio at the University of Limerick.
Engineered by Ger McDonnell.
Assistant Engineered by Edel Griffith.
Score-reader: Graeme Stuart.
Orchestra booker: Gerry Keenan.
Sessions edited by Julie Feeney.
Mixed by Ger McDonnell at Julie’s studio.
All vocals subsequently recorded at Julie’s by Ger McDonnell
except track 3 and track 11 which were recorded by Julie on
30 August 2009. Vocals mixed by Ger McDonnell.
Tracks 1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 10 vocals remixed by Julie.
Studio setup technical assistance by Owen Drumm.
Soup, hot chocolate, tea and moral support by Michael Maguire
(chief!), Rebecca Collins, Peter , Edward and Warwick Harte.
Violins: Pieter André Swanepoel,
Diane Daly, Kenneth Rice, Louis Roden,
Ioana Petcu Colan, Oonagh Keogh,
Clíodhna Ryan, Maria Ryan
Violas: Mark Coates Smith, Cían Ó Dúill,
Edward Creedon
Celli: Ben Rogerson, Richard Angell
Double bass: Mercedes Carroll
Harp: Aisling Ennis
Flute: Vourneen Ryan
Oboe: Lauren Weavers
Clarinet: Ramon Wodkowski
Bassoon: John Hearne
Trumpet: Simon Menin
French horns: James Palmer, Jocelyn Lightfoot
Trombone: Michael Marshall
Untuned percussion: Ger McDonnell
Tuned percussion: Stephen Kelly

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 mmnn you.

2. Judas
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

La 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

Weren't you so lucky to get a fantasy, a very brainy submission?

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

3. Wind Out Of My Sails
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

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

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

4. Autopilot
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

Ba 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 …………..

5. You Broke The Magic
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

Why 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

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

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?

6. You bring me down
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

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 h aving 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

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

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 defense

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............

8. Wastin’
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

"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.

9. Fictitious Richard
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

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 stearing, "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 incling of a suffering, she never advanced on her doubting,

sprang forth and lept 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 realize looking in his eyes,
pious holy innocent eyes that glorious pretension was ripe
And singing out her incling of the suffering,
realizing 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 incling of the suffering,
realizing of her doubting and pining in her sorrowful plight singing of his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!

And singing out her incling of the suffering,
realizing of her doubting and pining in her sorrowful plight singing his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!

And singing out her incling of the suffering,
realizing of her doubting andpining in her sorrowful plight singing his cum sancto spiritu,
cum sancto spiritu, gloria!

Cos you want me to wait, wait till it’s too late for realizing 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

11. 1,000,001 (or "A million and One Things")
from "13 songs"
© Julie Feeney

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?

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

You get under my skin, inside
Mmm mmm bliss, inside

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