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(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds)
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed even in just the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me.
You brought me into infamy.
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Oh, it's hard to be a boy when
All the men have lost their joy,
And they can't find the ones they left behind.
Harder still to think of being a man.
In this world, oh, no lessons or love.
It's only war that men be thinking of.
Should you stay or should you come down with me?
Is that the question you're asking of me?
And do you think that you can take the answer as it tells?
You have to wear life well.
Come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
Sometimes life does things to you
That will hurt you and confuse you,
But when you look behind
You're sure to find
I am with you, though I can't come with you.
I am in you and I'm always part of you.
And all you ever have to do
To bring me to you
Is come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
So you must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
You must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
And I can't come along.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I used to have no wolves around me.
I was too free, if that's possible to be.
No safety is what I mean,
No solid foundation to keep me,
But the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your joy gives me joy,
Your hope gives me hope,
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again,
He'll never cry again.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you most, yeah.
Your smile (ah ah ah ah) makes me smile (ah ah ah ah),
Your hope (ah ah ah ah) gives me hope (ah ah ah ah),
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
(John Grant)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
I don't know where I go
When I go.
I only know it's very far from home.
And I don't know where you are
Either,
But I know you're very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
No one knows where I go
When I go.
Oh, they don't know I'm so far from home.
And it's my fault
That you got lost.
Oh, let me create something
Other than trouble.
Oh, let me find you,
Let me mind you,
Even if it has to be
Very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
(Oooh)
It's very far from home.
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I had a baby,
And he looks just like me,
A bald-headed baby.
He's been the makings of me.
His eyes are so blue, just like you,
But you haven't seen him.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't know what to tell him.
I had a thing with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
But I had a baby,
So I'm never sorry.
He's been the makings of me.
When he asks, I tell him
That you love him,
But you can't be here
And when he says why,
I say I don't know why,
Because I don't know why
He should suffer instead of me
Over shit that's because of me.
Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy
Broke my mind this this day.
But I had a baby,
So beautiful, he.
He's been the makings of me.
I had a fling with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds)
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed even in just the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me.
You brought me into infamy.
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Oh, it's hard to be a boy when
All the men have lost their joy,
And they can't find the ones they left behind.
Harder still to think of being a man.
In this world, oh, no lessons or love.
It's only war that men be thinking of.
Should you stay or should you come down with me?
Is that the question you're asking of me?
And do you think that you can take the answer as it tells?
You have to wear life well.
Come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
Sometimes life does things to you
That will hurt you and confuse you,
But when you look behind
You're sure to find
I am with you, though I can't come with you.
I am in you and I'm always part of you.
And all you ever have to do
To bring me to you
Is come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
So you must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
You must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
And I can't come along.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I used to have no wolves around me.
I was too free, if that's possible to be.
No safety is what I mean,
No solid foundation to keep me,
But the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your joy gives me joy,
Your hope gives me hope,
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again,
He'll never cry again.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you most, yeah.
Your smile (ah ah ah ah) makes me smile (ah ah ah ah),
Your hope (ah ah ah ah) gives me hope (ah ah ah ah),
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
(John Grant)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
I don't know where I go
When I go.
I only know it's very far from home.
And I don't know where you are
Either,
But I know you're very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
No one knows where I go
When I go.
Oh, they don't know I'm so far from home.
And it's my fault
That you got lost.
Oh, let me create something
Other than trouble.
Oh, let me find you,
Let me mind you,
Even if it has to be
Very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
(Oooh)
It's very far from home.
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I had a baby,
And he looks just like me,
A bald-headed baby.
He's been the makings of me.
His eyes are so blue, just like you,
But you haven't seen him.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't know what to tell him.
I had a thing with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
But I had a baby,
So I'm never sorry.
He's been the makings of me.
When he asks, I tell him
That you love him,
But you can't be here
And when he says why,
I say I don't know why,
Because I don't know why
He should suffer instead of me
Over shit that's because of me.
Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy
Broke my mind this this day.
But I had a baby,
So beautiful, he.
He's been the makings of me.
I had a fling with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor)
I am stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed,
From night until morning,
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild,
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
Do you remember
The night we were lost,
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost?
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right,
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you,
My love, and you're dead.
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm.
And with you in your cold grave,
I cannot sleep warm.
So I'm stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds)
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed even in just the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me.
You brought me into infamy.
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Oh, it's hard to be a boy when
All the men have lost their joy,
And they can't find the ones they left behind.
Harder still to think of being a man.
In this world, oh, no lessons or love.
It's only war that men be thinking of.
Should you stay or should you come down with me?
Is that the question you're asking of me?
And do you think that you can take the answer as it tells?
You have to wear life well.
Come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
Sometimes life does things to you
That will hurt you and confuse you,
But when you look behind
You're sure to find
I am with you, though I can't come with you.
I am in you and I'm always part of you.
And all you ever have to do
To bring me to you
Is come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
So you must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
You must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
And I can't come along.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I used to have no wolves around me.
I was too free, if that's possible to be.
No safety is what I mean,
No solid foundation to keep me,
But the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your joy gives me joy,
Your hope gives me hope,
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again,
He'll never cry again.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you most, yeah.
Your smile (ah ah ah ah) makes me smile (ah ah ah ah),
Your hope (ah ah ah ah) gives me hope (ah ah ah ah),
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
(John Grant)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
I don't know where I go
When I go.
I only know it's very far from home.
And I don't know where you are
Either,
But I know you're very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
No one knows where I go
When I go.
Oh, they don't know I'm so far from home.
And it's my fault
That you got lost.
Oh, let me create something
Other than trouble.
Oh, let me find you,
Let me mind you,
Even if it has to be
Very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
(Oooh)
It's very far from home.
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I had a baby,
And he looks just like me,
A bald-headed baby.
He's been the makings of me.
His eyes are so blue, just like you,
But you haven't seen him.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't know what to tell him.
I had a thing with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
But I had a baby,
So I'm never sorry.
He's been the makings of me.
When he asks, I tell him
That you love him,
But you can't be here
And when he says why,
I say I don't know why,
Because I don't know why
He should suffer instead of me
Over shit that's because of me.
Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy
Broke my mind this this day.
But I had a baby,
So beautiful, he.
He's been the makings of me.
I had a fling with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Tim Buckley)
Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile,
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle.
And you sang, "Sail to me, sail to me, let me enfold you.
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you."
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"
I am puzzled as the newborn child,
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you.
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you."
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds)
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed even in just the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me.
You brought me into infamy.
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Oh, it's hard to be a boy when
All the men have lost their joy,
And they can't find the ones they left behind.
Harder still to think of being a man.
In this world, oh, no lessons or love.
It's only war that men be thinking of.
Should you stay or should you come down with me?
Is that the question you're asking of me?
And do you think that you can take the answer as it tells?
You have to wear life well.
Come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
Sometimes life does things to you
That will hurt you and confuse you,
But when you look behind
You're sure to find
I am with you, though I can't come with you.
I am in you and I'm always part of you.
And all you ever have to do
To bring me to you
Is come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
So you must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
You must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
And I can't come along.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I used to have no wolves around me.
I was too free, if that's possible to be.
No safety is what I mean,
No solid foundation to keep me,
But the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your joy gives me joy,
Your hope gives me hope,
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again,
He'll never cry again.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you most, yeah.
Your smile (ah ah ah ah) makes me smile (ah ah ah ah),
Your hope (ah ah ah ah) gives me hope (ah ah ah ah),
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
(John Grant)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
I don't know where I go
When I go.
I only know it's very far from home.
And I don't know where you are
Either,
But I know you're very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
No one knows where I go
When I go.
Oh, they don't know I'm so far from home.
And it's my fault
That you got lost.
Oh, let me create something
Other than trouble.
Oh, let me find you,
Let me mind you,
Even if it has to be
Very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
(Oooh)
It's very far from home.
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I had a baby,
And he looks just like me,
A bald-headed baby.
He's been the makings of me.
His eyes are so blue, just like you,
But you haven't seen him.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't know what to tell him.
I had a thing with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
But I had a baby,
So I'm never sorry.
He's been the makings of me.
When he asks, I tell him
That you love him,
But you can't be here
And when he says why,
I say I don't know why,
Because I don't know why
He should suffer instead of me
Over shit that's because of me.
Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy
Broke my mind this this day.
But I had a baby,
So beautiful, he.
He's been the makings of me.
I had a fling with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Damien Dempsey)
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds)
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed even in just the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me.
You brought me into infamy.
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, I'm the last lamplight
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies
Around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Oh, it's hard to be a boy when
All the men have lost their joy,
And they can't find the ones they left behind.
Harder still to think of being a man.
In this world, oh, no lessons or love.
It's only war that men be thinking of.
Should you stay or should you come down with me?
Is that the question you're asking of me?
And do you think that you can take the answer as it tells?
You have to wear life well.
Come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
Sometimes life does things to you
That will hurt you and confuse you,
But when you look behind
You're sure to find
I am with you, though I can't come with you.
I am in you and I'm always part of you.
And all you ever have to do
To bring me to you
Is come down with me.
Come down when you need me.
But for now, I want you to be happy.
So you must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
You must go back home;
That's where you belong.
You must go back home.
And I can't come along.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I used to have no wolves around me.
I was too free, if that's possible to be.
No safety is what I mean,
No solid foundation to keep me,
But the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your joy gives me joy,
Your hope gives me hope,
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again,
He'll never cry again.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you.
Even when something terrible is happening,
You laugh and that's the thing I love about you most, yeah.
Your smile (ah ah ah ah) makes me smile (ah ah ah ah),
Your hope (ah ah ah ah) gives me hope (ah ah ah ah),
And the sun's peeping out of the sky
Where it used to be only grey.
The wolf is getting married,
And he'll never cry again.
(John Grant)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
I don't know where I go
When I go.
I only know it's very far from home.
And I don't know where you are
Either,
But I know you're very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
No one knows where I go
When I go.
Oh, they don't know I'm so far from home.
And it's my fault
That you got lost.
Oh, let me create something
Other than trouble.
Oh, let me find you,
Let me mind you,
Even if it has to be
Very far from home.
I long for you; I see you in my dreams
So clearly,
But when I wake up, I'm alone and I don't know where you've gone
But I know it's very far from home.
(Oooh)
It's very far from home.
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Oooh)
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou/A. B. O'Neill)
I had a baby,
And he looks just like me,
A bald-headed baby.
He's been the makings of me.
His eyes are so blue, just like you,
But you haven't seen him.
I don't know what to tell him,
I don't know what to tell him.
I had a thing with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
But I had a baby,
So I'm never sorry.
He's been the makings of me.
When he asks, I tell him
That you love him,
But you can't be here
And when he says why,
I say I don't know why,
Because I don't know why
He should suffer instead of me
Over shit that's because of me.
Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy
Broke my mind this this day.
But I had a baby,
So beautiful, he.
He's been the makings of me.
I had a fling with
A man who wasn't mine to be with.
I woke up one June day
With him up inside me, ay!
And it excited me,
And I was crazy;
I was always crazy.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Sinéad O'Connor/John Reynolds/Justin Adams)
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeliner on;
I'm gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find,
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes;
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some eyeshadow on;
It's gonna look real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
We're gonna have six children,
And enough love for them
That they'll be happy all the time.
I won't believe me luck, they're mine.
They'll sing all day,
They'll sing all night,
Because their mama and their pa
A-love them so right.
I will, I will, I will, I will.
I do, I do, I do, I do.
Gonna put my pink dress on,
And do my hair up tight.
I'm gonna put some perfume on;
It's gonna smell real nice.
I'm going down to the church
On 4th & Vine.
I'm gonna marry my love,
And we'll be happy for all time.
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find.
So gentle and so kind.
And he's got those big green eyes
I can't believe me luck, he's mine,
Know that he's no wuss.
Girls, you know his love is serious.
So warm inside,
When he takes me for a buggy ride,
When he takes me for a buggy ride.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Somebody say boldness.
The Bible says in Proverbs 28, verse 1,
"The Righteous shall be bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion,
Bold like a lion.
The Righteous shall be bold like a lion."
What is a real V.I.P.?
Do we have the balls to go to that party?
Or
Tell me now what's a real V.I.P?
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger,
To help our own sisters and brothers?
Wasn't it in history.
The artists always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV.
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams.
And long for bling and for material things.
I tell you what a real V.I.P is.
A face that never was nor will be kissed.
To whom exactly are we giving hope,
When we stand behind the velvet rope,
Like some sick April fool kind of joke?
Who is the
The
Who looks around at everything,
And knows exactly what we've been?
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed.
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list,
When we're standing at the gate,
After being fashionably late?
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you,
Asking you, "Did you love only you?"
Or did you stand for something else,
Besides the hankering for fame and
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real V.I.P is:
The fatherless,
The motherless,
The ravaged child at home
Who cried to you.
You will be asked to say
What did you do.
Don't know, but I can say for certain:
The face that never was nor will be kissed
Will tell you what a real V.I.P is.
How can you say we are wise and we possess the instruction of the Lord?
Certainly for nothing your pens have labored, for nothing your writers have written.
The wise will be put to shame. See? They reject the word of the Lord,
So their wisdom amounts to nothing.
They dress the wounds of my poor people, as though they are nothing.
Saying, "Peace, peace!" when there's no peace.
Saying, "All is well," when nothing is well.
Glory be to the father and to the son and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,
World without end, oh, yeah!
(Sinéad O'Connor/Kevin Briggs)
Out of Ireland I have come.
Great hatred and little room
Maimed us at the start,
And now home just breaks my heart.
To America I have come.
I hope to bring your preachermen
Home to show my people how they can
Get their names back in the book of life of the lamb.
I know that I have done many things
To give you reason not to listen to me,
Especially as I have been so angry.
But if you knew me, maybe you would understand me.
Words can't express how sorry I am
If I ever caused pain to anybody.
I just hope that you can show compassion
And love me enough to please listen.
Out of Ireland I did run.
Great hatred and little room
Aimed to break my heart,
Wreck me up and tear me all apart.
To America I have come.
I hope to find a good preacher man
Who can show me how I can
Get my name back in the book of life of the lamb.
I bring these blessings with me,
A strong heart, full of hope and a feeling
That everything in this world would be okay
If people just believed enough in God to pray.
But the world thinks that sounds crazy,
And that's the thing that makes me want to sing so sadly,
To think that we would leave God so lonely,
To think that we would mess up our own destiny.
Out of history we have come
With great hatred and little room.
It aims to break our hearts,
Wreck us up and tear us all apart.
But if we listen to the Rasta man,
He can show us how it can be done.
To live in peace and live as one,
Get our names back in the book of the lamb.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
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 a-washing the sand with my ghostly tears,
Searching the shores for my Jackie, oh.
I remember the day when the young men came.
Said, "Your Jackie's gone; he 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 sometime, 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 a-washing the sand with my salty tears,
Searching the shore for these long years,
And I'll walk the sea forevermore,
'Til I find my Jackie, oh,
'Til I find my Jackie, oh,
'Til I find my Jackie, oh,
Jackie, oh,
Jackie, oh,
Jackie, oh.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Marg
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Be
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
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds,
And I love my boy, & that
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving.
Young mother down at Smithfield,
5 a.m., looking for food for her kids.
In her arms she holds three cold babies,
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
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds,
And I love my boy, & that
I don't want him to be aware that there
Any such thing as grieving.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
I love you, my hard
Your rage is like a fist in my womb.
Can't you forgive what you think I've done?
And love me--I'm your woman.
And I desire you, my hard Englishman,
And there is no more natural thing.
So why should I not get loving?
Don't be cold Englishman.
How come you've never said you love me
In all the time you've known me?
How come you never say you're sorry,
And I do?
Oh, please talk to me, Englishman,
What good will shutting me out get done?
Meanwhile, crazies are killing our sons.
I have honored you, hard Englishman,
Now I am calling your heart to my own.
Oh, let glorious
Be truthful, Englishman.
How come you've never said you love me
In all the time you've known me?
How come you never say you're sorry,
And I do?
(Sinéad O'Connor)
Each of these,
My three babies,
I will carry with me.
For myself,
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three.
And, of course,
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be.
Water & feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be.
In my soul,
My blood & my bones,
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me,
The face on you,
The smell of you,
Will always be with me.
Each of these,
My three babies,
I was not willing to leave.
Though I tried,
I blasphemed & denied,
I know they will be returned to me.
Each of these,
My babies,
Have brought you closer to me.
No longer mad like a horse,
I'm still wild, but not lost
From the thing that I've chosen to be.
And it's 'cos you've thrilled me,
Silenced me,
Stilled me,
Proved things I never believed,
The face on you,
The smell of you,
Will always be with me.
Each of these,
My three babies,
I will carry with me.
For myself,
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three.
(Prince)
It's been seven hours & fifteen days
Since u took your love away.
I go out every night & sleep all day
Since u took your love away.
Since u been gone, I can do whatever I want,
I can see whomever I choose.
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant.
But nothing,
I said nothing can take away these blues,
'Cos nothing compares,
Nothing compares 2 u.
It's been so lonely without you here,
Like a bird without a song.
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling.
Tell me, baby, where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see,
But they'd only remind me of you.
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me,
Guess what he told me.
He said, "Girl, u better have fun
No matter what u do."
But he's a fool,
'Cos nothing compares,
Nothing compares 2 u.
All the flowers that u planted, mama,
In the back yard
All died when u went away.
I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard,
But I'm willing to give it another try,
'Cos nothing compares,
Nothing compares 2 u.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Marco Pirroni/Chris Constantinou)
When I'm an old lady,
I'm gonna be his baby.
I'm gonna wrap myself around him,
And then I'm gonna kiss him.
But that's a way down the line.
You see, for now, he isn't mine.
But I don't mind waiting,
And the longing's not aching
'Cause I know
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
For now, when I'm around him,
I act like I don't care for him.
I even act like I don't like him.
Ignore him to spite him,
But only so that I won't smile at him,
For everyone would know I love him,
And that's so uncool,
'Cause it's messing with all the rules.
And I know one day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
One day you'll say, "That's my girl!"--
The happiest words in the world.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
Make me laugh like an idiot,
Not be so serious.
(Sinéad O'Connor/Geoff Smith)
Hello, you don't know me,
But I stole your laptop and I took your TV.
I sold your Granny's rosary for 50p.
And I even pulled an old hijack,
Said I had a hypodermic in me backpack,
But I was only bluffing.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
It's not too late.
I'm the one who sits in the bathroom,
Not the one who doesn't know how to have fun.
I'm the one to smoke a mist all around me
Because I don't like no one around me.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Because if I loved someone, I might lose someone.
Oh, so long I've been a junkie,
I ought to wrap it up and mind my monkeys.
I really want to mend my ways;
I'm gonna call that number one of these days.
I'm gonna reach a hand out to you,
Say "would you pull me up? Now could you?"
I don't want to waste the life God gave me,
And I don't think that it's too late to save me.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
Reason with me.
Let's reason together.
(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor)
I am stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed,
From night until morning,
I am stretched at your head,
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild,
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child.
Do you remember
The night we were lost,
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost?
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right,
And your maidenhead still
Is your pillar of light.
The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you,
My love, and you're dead.
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm.
And with you in your cold grave,
I cannot sleep warm.
So I'm stretched on your grave,
And will lie there forever.
If your hands were in mine,
I'd be sure we'd not sever.
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together,
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather.
(Sinéad O'Connor)
This is the last day of our acquaintance.
I will meet you later in somebody's office.
I'll talk, but you won't listen to me.
I know what your answer will be.
I know you don't love me anymore.
You used to hold my hand when the plane took off.
Two years ago, there just seemed so much more,
And I don't know what happene
Today
Our friendship has been stale,
And we will meet later to finalise the details.
Two years ago, the seed was planted,
And since then you have taken me for granted.
But this is the last day of our acquaintance.
I will meet you later in somebody's office.
I'll talk, but you won't listen to me.
I know your answer already.
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