
Julie Feeney performs her song ‘Impossibly Beautiful’ from ‘pages’ with the RTE Concert Orchestra’
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Julie Feeney performs her song ‘Impossibly Beautiful’ from ‘pages’ with the RTE Concert Orchestra’

I was an unmarried girl
I’d just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a Jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I’d be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly by her parish priest
We’re trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me
Fallen women
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh, charity
These bloodless brides of Jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they’d know, and they’d drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They’d like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O’Connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you’d think at least some bells should ring!
One day I’m going to die here too
And they’ll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms, come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Joni Mitchell
The Magdalene Laundries lyrics © Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing

Galileo fell in love as a Galilean boy
And he wondered what in heaven, who invented such a joy
But the question got the better of his scientific mind
And to his blind and dying gaze
He looked up high and often sighed
And sometimes cried
Who puts the rainbow in the sky?
Who lights the stars at night?
Who dreamt up someone so divine?
Someone like you and made them mine?Love can make you ask some funny questions now and then
But just remember the alternatives for I remember when
I was lonely and unhappy
And my lips were cold as ice
But you kissed me and good heavens
Now I’m here in paradise
So if ever I’m not kissing you or looking in your eyes
I won’t be blind and I won’t cry
I’ll look up high and gladly sigh
And thank the guy
Who puts the rainbow in the sky?
Who lights the stars at night?
Who dreamt up someone so divine?
Someone like you and made them mine?
Someone like you and made them mine?
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Seamus Paul Mary Cotter / Declan Edward O’rourke
Galileo (Someone Like You) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd., Universal Music Mgb Songs, Copyright Control (non-hfa)
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Blue
Songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue
And there is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there’re so many sinking
Now you’ve got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs
Lots of laughs
Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go well
I don’t think so, but I’m
Gonna take a look around it though Blue
I love you
Blue
Here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Joni Mitchell
Blue lyrics © Reservoir Media Management Inc


Lyrics
My heart is low, my heart is so low
As only a woman’s heart can be
As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
As only a woman’s heart can know
Tears that drip
From my bewildered eyes
Taste of bitter sweet romance
You’re still in my hopes
You’re still on my mind
And even though I manage on my own
My heart is low, my heart is so low
As only a woman’s heart can be
As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
As only a woman’s heart can know
Restless eyes
Reveal my troubled soul
And memories flood my weary heart
I mourn for my dreams
I mourn for my wasted love
And while I know that I’ll survive alone
My heart is low, my heart is so low
As only a woman’s heart can be
As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
As only a woman’s heart can know
My heart is low, my heart is so low
As only a woman’s heart can be
As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
As only a woman’s heart can know
My heart is low, my heart is so low
As only a woman’s heart can be
As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Eleanor Mcevoy