Sinéad O'Connor: “I didn’t want to be a pop star, I wanted to be a protest singer.”

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Snowdrops and daffodils
Butterflies and bees
Sailboats and fishermen
Things of the sea
Wishing wells and wedding bells
Early morning dew
All kinds of everything 

Remind me of you 

Seagulls and airplanes
Things of the sky
Winds that go howling
Breezes that sigh
City sight, neon lights
Grey skies or blue
All kinds of everything
Remind me of you 

Summer time, winter time
Spring and autumn too
Monday, Tuesday,
everyday I think of you 

Dances, romances
Things of the night
Sunshine and holidays
Postcards to write 

Parting trees, autumn leaves
Snowflake or two
All kinds of everything
Remind me of you 

Summer time, winter time
Spring and autumn too
Seasons will never change
The way that I love you 

Dances, romances
Things of the night
Sunshine and holidays
Postcards to write
Parting trees, autumn leaves
A snowflake or two [2x:] All kinds of everything 

Remind me of you

Sinéad O'Connor, Los Angeles, 1990 - Matthew Rolston.

T-shirt art: Josh Gosfield

Sinead O'Connor hugs her daughter Roisin during

an anti-racism demonstration in Dublin, May 13, 2000. REUTERS/Ferran Paredes

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Splitting up a photo of Pope John Paul II on Saturday Night Live in 1992,

prompting a public outcry.

 (Lyrics from Bob Marley with adaptation made by Sinéad in bold)

Until the philosophy which hold one race

Superior and another inferior

Is finally

And permanently

Discredited

And abandoned

Everywhere is war

Me say war

That until there are no longer

First-class and second-class citizens of any nation

Until the colour of a man's skin

Is of no more significance than the colour 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  say war

That until that day

The dream of lasting peace

World citizenship

Rule of international morality

Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued

But never attained

Now everywhere is war

War

And until the ignoble and unhappy regime

Which holds all of us through child abuse, 

yeah, 

child abuse,

yeah,

Sub-human bondage

Have been toppled

Utterly destroyed

Well, everywhere is war

Me say war

War in the east

War in the west

War up north

War down south

There's war

Rumors of war

And until that day

There's no continent

That will not know peace

Children, Children,

FIGHT!

We find it necessary

We know we will win

As we are confident

In the victory

Of good over evil

Good over evil, yeah!

Good over evil

Good over evil, yeah!

Good over evil

Good over evil, yeah!

SPUC - the largest and oldest pro-life group in the UK, protecting unborn children from abortion. Society for the Protection of Unborn Children (SPUC)

Wearing a T-Shirt with Black Lives Matter logo across the front, and walking through the streets of Peckham, London, with a placard that featured activist Mahalia Jackson, 2020.

Upon becoming Muslim, in 2018, she took the name Shuhada Sadaqat meaning “witness to the truth”.

"Nobody with any sanity, including myself, would have anything but sympathy for the Palestinian plight. There’s not a sane person on earth who in any way sanctions what the f*** the Israeli authorities are doing.”

And, no, Sinéad did not see herself as a feminist and did not hate men.

(As I read some people saying...)

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From Universal Mother, 1994

Okay, 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 stipped 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 addiction
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
'Cause 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 figure 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

1966-1967

Sinéad O'Connor