The original songs on Woe is Me are taken
from a large repertoire, spanning 15 years. The
selections were chosen because of their individualized
reflection of relationships - between people, and
between humanity and the earth. The music and poems give
depressing gloom a poetic backdrop of love and hope.
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The beautiful artwork on the cover of Woe is Me was painted by
Stardreamer, a.k.a Ritchie Sinclair, apprentice to woodland master Norval
Morriseau - It is entitled "Mothering Earth". I've enlarged it for the detail (it
may take a few seconds to upload!) As a good friend, Ritchie
understood my passage through major changes. This piece encapsulates
the joy of being where you are while still mourning the past... as is
the theme of this album.
All songs written by Julie Ann Bertram
Production Coordinator: Keith Rudyk
Produced by: Keith Rudyk, Julie Ann Bertram, Peter Collins
Engineered by: Paul Forgues
Recorded at: Canterbury Music Co.
Mastered by: Brett Zilahi at Joao Carvalho Mastering
Cover Art by Ritchie Sinclair a.k.a. Stardreamer
Acoustic Guitar and Vocals: Julie Ann Bertram
Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Glockenspeil, LapSteel, Omnichord: Tim Bovaconti
Bass, Keys: Peter Collins
Drums: Paul Brennan
Percussion: Paul Therrien
Backing vocals: Melanie Peterson, Rayna
If I am guilty-woe to me! Even if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head, for I
am full of shame and drowned in my affliction.
- Job 10:15
“Woe is me” may be the oldest English phrase in everyday use. It occurred in
the Bible, in Job 10:15 as “woe unto me” or “woe to me”. Job, one of the oldest
books of the Bible, is about 3200 years old. The first English usage of the
phrase would have been Wycliffe’s Bible translation in 1382. (source:
Lyrics - Dreams
Float on the sea of the visioning, deeply sinking,
you will not drown. Only in your nightmares, you're drowning. And
only in your dreams...
notice as you stopped the noise, shut your ears and got some poise, it felt
better. Fly in the sky of the imagery, soaring wildly, you will not
fall. Only in your nightmares, you're falling. And only in your dreams...
Did you notice it gets kind of funny, the joke of how emotion gets the best
Maybe that's it, that nothingness, filling the void, in between the words,
underneath the noise, behind all our voices. So come with me to the
middle ground. Run through the fields God dreamed out. Imagination creates the future we are living in... only in my dreams.