SINEAD O'CONNOR

Sinead O'Connor

1. A perfect Indian
2. All apologies
3. All babies
4. Ave Maria
5. Black boys on mopeds
6. Child
7. Famine
8. Feel so different
9. Fire on Babylon
10. Heroine
11. House of the rising sun

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A PERFECT INDIAN

A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams

And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea

On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like ???'s childern
And there's only one way to be free

He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me

ALL APOLOGIES


(K. Cobain)
What else should I be
All apologies
What else should I say
Everyone is gay
What else should I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
Buried
Buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything's my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua sea-foam shame
Sunburn with freezer-burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
Buried
Buried

ALL BABIES

All babies are born saying God's name
All born singing God's name
All babies are flown from the Universe
From there they're lifted by the hands of angels
God gives them the stars to use as ladders
She hears their calls
She is mother and father
All babies are born out of great pain
Over and over
All born into great pain
All babies are crying
For no-one remembers God's name

AVE MARIA

Ave Maria,
Grátia plena,
dominus tecum
benedicta tu in muliéribus,
et benedíctus
fructus ventris tui Jesus
Sancta Maria, Sancta Maria, Maria
ora pro nobis, nobis peccatóribus,
nunc et in hora, hora mortis nostrae
Amen.

I have an invitation for you.
Is there a celebration?
No, I'm not inviting you to a celebration.
I'm inviting you to a war

God is inside of us
The devil is outside us
in the world all around us
you pick up an axe
and cut the devils throat
we'll fight him wherever he is
In the sick, in the rich, even in the temple
I'll lead you, if you have sheep, give them away
if you have a family, leave them

Amen

BLACK BOYS ON MOPEDS

margret thatcher on t.v.
shocked by the deaths that took place in bejing
it seems strange that she should be offended
the same orders are given by her

I've said this before now
you said I was childish + you'll say it now
"remember what I told you
if they hated me they will hate you"

england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses
it's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
and I love my boy + that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
any such thing as grieving

young mother down at smithfield
5 am looking for food for her kids
in her arms
and the first word that they learned was "please"

these are dangerous days
to say what you feel is to dig your own grave
"remember what I told you
if you were of the world they would love you"

england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses
it's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
and I love my boy + that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
any such thing as grieving.

CHILD

Pick up those dancing shoes
Kick off those wedding blues
These are the ways
You can choose

Child you're tender
Your name's a whisper

There's life outside your mother's garden
There's life beyond your wildest dreams
There hasn't been any explosion
We're not spinning like Dorothy
If you look now then you'll see why
Don't be afraid to cry
This time don't let yourself fly
Child
Pick up those dancing shoes
Kick off those wedding blues
These are the ways
You can choose

Child I love you
I'm ever so fond of you

FAMINE

OK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the "famine"
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no "famine"
See Irish people were only ALLOWED to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat fish vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then on the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See we're like a child that's been battered
Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's fightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
ALCOHOLISM DRUG ADICTION
All desperate attempts at running
And in it's worst form
Becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
An American army regulation
Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation
'Cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"
It's not permanent but they didn't know that
Anyway during the supposed "famine"
We lost a lot more than 10% of a nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
BUT IT'S USE IN THE CONTROLLING OF OUR EDUCATION
School go on about "Black 47"
On and on about "The terrible "famine""
But what they don't say is in truth
There really never was one
So let's take a look shall we
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we're a Christian country
But we've lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
We're sufferin from POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we're doing to each other
We've even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is what's wrong with us
Our history books THE PARENT FIGURES lied to us
I see the Irish
As a race like a child
That got itself basned in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
There has to be KNOWLEDGE and UNDERSTANDING

FEEL SO DIFFERENT

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference

I am not like I was before
I thought that nothing would change me
I was not listening anymore
Still you continued to affect me

I was not thinking anymore
Although I said I still was
I'd said "I don't want anymore"
Because of bad experience

But now I feel so different
I feel so different
I feel so different

I have not seen freedom before
And I did not expect to
Don't let me forget now I'm here
Help me to help you to behold you

I started off with many friends
And we spent a long time talking
I thought they meant every word they said
But like everyone else they were stalling

And now they seem so different
They seem so different
They seem so different

I should have hatred for you
But I do not have any
And I have always loved you
Oh you have taught me plenty

The whole time I'd never seen
All you had spread before me
The whole time I'd never seen
All I'd need was inside me

Now I feel so different
I feel so different
I feel so different

I feel so different
I feel so different

FIRE ON BABYLON

She took my father from my life
Took my sister and brothers oh
I watched her torturing my child
Feeble I was then but now I'm grown
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Fire on Babylon
Fire
Fire
Fire
She's taken everything I liked
She's taken every lover oh
And all along she gave me lies
Just to make me think I loved her
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Look what she did to her son
Fire on Babylon
Fire
Fire
Fire
Life's backwards Life's backwards
People turn around
The house is burned The house is burned
The children are gone
Fire
Fire
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Fire on Babylon
Fire
Fire
Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Look what she did to her son
Look what she did to her son
Fire
Fire
Fire

HEROINE

Afraid, but you will not run
Alone, thy will be done
confessed, but you still feel the shame
Bring me into your arms again
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
touch these eyes with a broken smile
touch my mouth with your thorough blight
with my heart feel my shame
Lead me into rest again
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
The night is long,
but the day will come
with promises were the chosen one
Soak the sea
Sweet tastering
fall tonight into my arms again
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
Heroine
The night is long
but the day will come
with promises were the chosen one
Soak the sea
Sweet tastering
fall the night into the light of day

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor as
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
ohhh
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's down and drunk

So mothers tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
ohhh
Not to spend there lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform
And an other one on the train
I'm going the house to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God I know I'm the one

Poor poor boy (10x)

Sinead O'Connor

1. A perfect Indian
2. All apologies
3. All babies
4. Ave Maria
5. Black boys on mopeds
6. Child
7. Famine
8. Feel so different
9. Fire on Babylon
10. Heroine
11. House of the rising sun

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