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Song Information: Julie Gregory by The Dirty Hearts

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Title:	Julie Gregory
Artist:	The Dirty Hearts
Description:	please, please, please read the information on this song first. please. i know there's a lot but, please. thank you xxx
Notes:	This is the story of Julie Gregory as precised on the back of her autobiography. "a young girl is perched on the cold chrome of yet another doctor's examining table, missing yet another day of school. Just twelve, she's tall, skinny and weak. Her mother, on the other hand, seems curiously excited. She's about to suggest open heart surgery on her child to "get to the bottom of this". She checks her teeth for lipstick and, as the doctor enters, shoots the girl a warning glance. This child will not ruin her plans. From early childhood, Julie Gregory was continunally X-rayed, medicated and operated on in the vain pursuit of an illness that was created in her mother's mind: Munchausen by Proxy, the world's most hidden and dangerous form of child abuse. 'Sickened' is her story." http://www.juliegregory.com/update.htm What this doesn't tell you is the physical abuse she suffered at the hands of both her parents. It doesn't tell you that they burnt the house down with her dog in it.. This autobiography was one of the most appalling books i've ever read. I cried through most of it. And it happened, and is happening, today. now. Here is a post from Julie on her forum dated 14 June 2005: In response to your question, I've recently broken off ALL contacts (ie. my father as well) with my mother. She has (she doesn't suffer from, she HAS) MPB and made us all three kids sick, though on different levels. Don't feel like going into details about what she did coz it'd take too long, I wanna concentrate on the subject here. I have told her and my dad that I know she has MBP, she's always denied it saying that I was crazy, that I should seek help, that I was the monster, that I was the one with MBP (as in, a child making her mother sick, LOLOLOL), anyways, because I always thought that there was a possibility she could change I hung in there and dealt with her regular emails where she'd go on and on about the diseases she had and the incompetent doctors who couldn't find the right treatment or wouldn't operate on her, or about how poorly my father was doing (us kids destroyed him with our false accusations, apparently. Again, let me laugh my fucking head off) So I stopped writing to her after a while, I think it was the time she mentioned those pills her own mother had taken during pregnancy, abortion pills apparently, and the effect those pills had on the grandchildren, ie. me. She was basically claiming that I was crazy and insane because my grandma had tried to get rid of her child, ie. my mother. A while after that I landed my dreamjob, and I actually, sad pathetic me, sent my dad an email to let him know. I thought he'd be proud. i'm 27 and still craving for his approval. His reply was "well done. here is a picture of your mother's foot, she has finally found a specialist who found her disease and operated on her". The picture showed a swollen foot with iron sticks sticking out of each one of my mother's toes. The End. ________________________________________________ This song is still in demo form, i had a bit of cold, still that's not really important given the what the songs about. ________________________________________________ Also, Fra, thanks for enduring the draft version of this song, and various random notes about it.
Lyrics:	You are a little bent image in my mind i don't recall the life you said i led still the camera brings selective memories i don't recall them happening to me I told you how it is (was) I wrote it all down Still you turn away I'm speaking out loud I know I shouldn't care when you turn to me and say I don't recall it happening to me (you) I'm evidence of you running through my veins tonight This mirror isn't true I know i've seen inside So tell me who I am please Tell me who I am I'm part of you that sleeps and breathes and wants your love I'm part of you that sleeps and bleeds and needs your love So tell me who I am Tell me who I am Please Please