Showing posts with label sinead o'connor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sinead o'connor. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Sinéad O'Connor: Tiny Grief Song



I'd a terrible broken heart
You were born the day my mother was buried
My grief my grief my grief

Monday, March 5, 2007

Sinead O'Connor: War



Lyrics:

Until the philosophy,
which holds one race superior
and another inferior,
is finally and permanently
discredited and abandoned,
everywhere is war.

Until there is no longer first class
or second class citizens of any nation.
Until the color of a man?s skin,
is of no more significance than
the color of his eyes,
I?ve got to say "war".

That until the basic human rights,
are equally guaranteed to all,
without regard to race,
I?ll say "war"

Until that day the dream of lasting peace,
world-citizenship and the rule of
international morality will remain
just a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
but never obtained.
And everywhere is war.

Until the ignoble and unhappy regime
which holds all of us through,
child-abuse, yeah, child-abuse yeah,
sub-human bondage has been toppled,
utterly destroyed,
everywhere is war.

war in the east,
war in the west,
war up north,
war down south,
there is war,
and the rumors of war.

Until that day,
there is no continent,
which will know peace.

children, children.

Fight!

We find it necessary.
we know we will win.
we have confidence in the victory
of good over evil

Fight The Real Enemy!

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Sinead O'Connor: 1000 Mirrors



Lyrics:

A scream a shout far in the distance
Maybe the first or second floor
Curtains colouring the windows
Never see behind closed doors
A silent siege behind politeness
Domestic harmony for show
Lost in the mirage of a marriage
Outside a world she'll never know

And as I see through the real you
I'm falling straight into
A thousand broken Mirrors
I can't hide
And outside the bright lights
Can't hide the pain inside
And I've broken a thousand mirrors
Now it's time
Now it's time
Now it's time
Now it's time

Loving her children with a passion
Protecting them at any cost
Taking the only course of action
There's no more bridges left to cross
Who are the ones that are the guilty?
Who are the ones that bear the scar?
We must not leave our sisters bleeding
We sing this song for Tsoora Shah
And as I see through the real you
I'm falling Straight into
A thousand broken Mirrors
I can't hide
And outside the bright lights
Can't hide the pain inside
And I've broken a thousand mirrors
Now it's time
Now it's time
Now it's time
Now it's time

Saturday, August 5, 2006

Sinead O'Connor: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered



Lyrics:

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy I'll awake
With no bromo - seltzer handy
I don't even shake
Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half - pint imitation
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child again
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me
I shouldn't sleep
Bewiched bothered and bewildered
Am I
Lost my heart, but what of it?
He is cold, I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day
When I'll cling to him,
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I.
He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
I've sinned a lot
I mean a lot
But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
I'll sing to him
Each spring to him
And worship the trousers
That cling to him
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I
When he talks
He is seeking
Words to get
On his chest
Harsh until he's speaking
He's at his very best
Jest again
Oh yes perplexed again
Then, God, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched bothered and bewildered
Am I

Monday, January 16, 2006

Richard Wright & Sinard O'Connor: Reaching for the Rail



Lyrics:

I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child
I lay in the dark 'til morning came.
And it's so unoriginal
But I feel it worse at night
And I know it's not terminal
But I'm near half dead with fright
And freezing cold.

But sooner than wake up
To find it all unchanged
I'll sleep through the day till the daylight ends.
'Cos it's so familiar
As it comes around again
The same taste to everything
The same unbroken chain
That still remains.

With morning I rise,
In dream that won't leave me,
You're sad, naked and pale

And you're reaching for the rail

You took a look inside, how could you peel away
Or braek the shell, the hurt you've hidden so well
For all your days.

And you're going down
As you slip beneath the waves,
Won't make a sound
Won't even leave a trace before you.

I hear an appalling sigh from the street below
And it's creeping fear congealed in stone
That paves the crazy road.
And all are succumbing and they look so hopelessly
At the heartbreak, it's easy to deal with,
Just take these and you'll really never feel it.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Sinead O'Conner: Jackie



Lyrics:

Jackie left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he'd be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
Leaving me all alone
And I've been dead for twenty years
I've been washing the sand
With my ghostly tears
Searching the shores for my Jackie-oh

I remember the day the young man came
He said, "your Jackie's gone
We got lost in the rain"
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down

"You're all wrong", I said
And they stared at the sand
"That man knows that sea
Like the back of his hand
He'll be back some time
laughing at you"

And I've been waiting all this time
For my man to come
Take his hand in mine
And lead me away
To unseen shores

I've been washing the sand
With my salty tears
Searching the shore
For these long years
And I'll walk the seas forever more
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Till I find my Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh
Jackie oh

Tuesday, July 5, 2005

Sinead O'Connor: Tiny Grief Song



Lyrics:

I'd a terrible broken heart
I'd a terrible broken heart
I'd a terrible broken heart
I'd a terrible broken heart
You were born on the day my mother was buried.
My grief, my grief, my grief, my grief, my grief.
You were born on the day my mother was buried.
My grief, my grief, my grief, my grief, my grief.

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