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Sinéad O'Connor: Sinead O'Connor - Best of

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Label: Disky Records
Released: 2000.12.12
Time:
 62:44
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.sinead-oconnor.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2001.04.14
Price in €: 7,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got (O'Connor) - 5:47
[2] Jackie (O'Connor) - 2:30
[3] Three Babies (OConnor) - 4:45
[4] Fire on Babylon (O'Connor/Reynolds) - 5:08
[5] Black Coffee (Burke/Webster) - 3:21
[6] Thank You for Hearing Me (O'Connor/Reynolds) - 4:36
[7] Scarlet Ribbons (Danzig/Segal) - 4:13
[8] In This Heart (O'Connor) - 3:10
[9] Never Get Old (O'Connor) - 4:36
[10] I Want to Be Loved by You (Kalmar/Ruby/Stothart) - 2:45
[11] Black Boys on Mopeds (O'Connor) - 3:53
[12] Drink Before the War (O'Connor) - 5:23
[13] Famine (Clayton/Lennon/McCartney/O'Connor/Reynolds/Simenon) - 4:55
[14] This Is a Rebel Song (O'Connor) - 3:02
[15] The Last Day of Our Acquaintance (O'Connor) - 4:40

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


SINNEÁD O'CONNOR - Vocals

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


000 CD Disky 99895



Sometimes disjointed, yet good compilation

This is a curious import compilation in that it seems to have been deliberately created to serve as a companion CD for the "So Far... The Best of Sinead O'Connor" compilation...Almost (only two songs are on both CDs: #4 & 15). The tracks on Anthology are generally the less popular and softer, sometimes atmospheric ones with minimal instrumentation. However, there are a couple rock and big band numbers haphazardly thrown in, which prevent it from being strictly "easy-listening" Sinead. All the tracks are the original studio album versions, no edits as far as I can tell. As with many compilations, the track order makes very little sense, and there's no natural flow. And having both CDs still won't get you "Jerusalem" and "Just Call Me Joe" from her excellent debut album, so that one is still a must-have. Oh, and by the way, count me as a male who doesn't generally agree with Sinead's attitudes, and yet loves her for having something to say, and having the guts to say it. Ripping up the pope was the coolest.

wkunert from Sacramento, CA USA, February 22, 2001
 

 L y r i c s


I DO NOT WANT WHAT I HAVEN'T GOT

I'm walking through the desert
And I am not frightened although it's hot
I have all that I requested
And I do not want what I haven't got
    
I have learned this from my mother
See how happy she has made me
I will take this road much further
Though I know not where it takes me
    
I have water for my journey
I have bread and I have wine
No longer will I be hungry
For the bread of life is mine
    
I saw a navy blue bird
Flying way above the sea
I walked on and I learned later
That this navy blue bird was me
    
I returned a paler blue bird
And this is the advice they gave me
"You must not try to be too pure
You must fly closer to the sea"
    
So I'm walking through the desert
And I am not frightened although it's hot
I have all that I requested
And I do not want what I haven't got


JACKIE

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


THREE BABIES

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 and feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be
    
In my soul
My blood and 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 and 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 `cause 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


FIRE ON BABYLON

She took my father from my life oh
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
Fire
Fire on

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, oh
Fire, oh

Fire on Babylon
Oh yes a change has come
Look what she did to her son
Look what she did to her son
Fire, haha
Fire, haha

Fire
Fire 
Fire, aha
Fire on Babylon
Fire on Babylon


BLACK COFFEE

I'm feelin'mighty lonesome,
haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch
the door and in between
I drink black coffee
Love's hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talkin' to the shadows
One o'clock till four
And Lord, how slow
the moments go
When all I do is pour
black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hangin'out on Monday
my Sunday dreams to dry
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and
tend her over
And drown het past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moanin' all the mornin'
And mournin' all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
black coffee
Feelin'low as the ground
It's drivin' me crazy
This waiting for my baby
To maybe come around


THANK YOU FOR HEARING ME

Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me

Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me

And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me

Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me

Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me

You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me

Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me

Thank you for holding me
And saying "I could be"
Thank you for saying "Baby"
Thank you for holding me

Thank you for helping me
Thank you for helping me
Thank you for helping me
Thank you, thank you for helping me

Thank you for breaking my heart
Thank you for tearing me apart
Now I've a strong, strong heart
Thank you for breaking my heart


SCARLETT RIBBONS

I peeked in to say goodnight
And I heard my child in prayer
"And for me some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair"

All the stores were closed and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

Thru the night my heart was aching
Just before the dawn was breaking
I peeped in and on her pillow
On her pillow lying there
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

If I live to be a hundred
I will never know from where
Came those ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair


IN THIS HEART

In this heart lies for you
A lark born only for you
Who sings only to you
My love
My love
My love

I am waiting for you
For only to adore you
My heart is for you
My love
My love
My love

This is my grief for you
For only the loss of you
The hurting of you
My love
My love
My love

There are rays on the weather
Soon these tears will have cried
All loneliness have died
My love
My love
My love

I will have you with me
In my arms only
For you are only
My love
My love
My love


NEVER GET OLD

This song starts with a Gaelic part spoken by Enya,
it is a psalm.  I think #89 or #90.  It translates into:
    
     "God commanded His angels concerning you
     to guard you in all your ways.
     They will lift you up in their arms
     to keep you from striking your foot against a stone.
     You will tread upon the lion and the cobra
     You will trample the great lion and the serpent."


Young woman with a drink in her hand
She like to listen to rock and roll
She moves with the music
`Cause it never gets old
It's the only thing
That never gets old

Young man in a quiet place
Got a hawk on his arm
He loves that bird
Never does no harm
It's the only thing
That never can do no harm
Must be the only thing
That never can do no harm

Sun setting on the avenue
Everyone walks by
They live their life under cover
Being blind
Being blind
Being blind


I WANT TO BE LOVED BY YOU

I wanna be loved by you,
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
alone poo poo pi doo
I wanna be kissed by you
just you, nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
alone

I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Then to fill a desire
to make you my own

I wanna be loved by you,
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
alone

I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Then to fill a desire
to make you my own
tada tada ta tada

I wanna be loved by you
just you, nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
I wanna be loved by you
I wanna be loved by you
Alone


BLACK BOYS ON MOPEDS

Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
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 and 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 and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and 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 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's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving.


DRINK BEFORE THE WAR

Well, you tell us that we're wrong
And you tell us not to sing our song
Nothing we can say will make you see
You got a heart of stone
You can never feel

You say "oh I'm not afraid - it can't happen to me
I've lived my life as a good man
Oh, no you're out of your mind
It won't happen to me
‘Cos I've carried my weight
And I've been a strong man"

Listen to the man in the liquor store
Yelling "anybody want a drink before the war?"

And your parents paid you through
You got a nice big car
Nothing bothers you
Somebody cut out your eyes
You refuse to see
Somebody cut out your heart
You refuse to feel
And you live in a shell
You create your own hell
You live in the past
And talk about war
And you dig your own grave yeah
But it's a life you can save
So stop getting fast
It's not gonna happen
And you'll cry
But you'll never fall
No, no, no
You're building a wall
Gotta break it down
Start again

No, no, no
It won't happen to us
We've lived our lives
Basically we've been good men
So stop talking of war
Cause you know we've heard it all before
Why don't you go out there
And do something useful

Oh listen to the man in the liquor store
He yelling "anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"
"Anybody wanna drink before the war?"


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 frightened
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

All the lonely people
where do they all come from

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 our 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

(Excuse me)
All the lonely people
(I'm sorry, excuse me)
Where do they all come from
(that I can tell you in one word)
All the lonely people
where do they all belong

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 pareny 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

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from

We stand on the brink of a great achievement
In this Ireland there is no solution
to be found to our disagreements
by shooting eachother

There is no real invader here
We are all irish in all our
different kinds of ways
We must not, now or ever in the future,
show anything to each other
exept tollerance, forbearance
and neighbourly love

because of our tradition everyone here
knows how he is and what God expects him to do.


THIS IS A REBEL SONG

I love you my hard englishman
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

Ah, please talk to me englishman
What good will shutting me out get done
Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons
Oh listen - englishman
I've honoured you - hard englishman
Now I am calling your heart to my own
Oh let glorious love be done
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
I do


THE LAST DAY OF OUR ACQUAINTANCE

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 happened to our love
    
Today's the day
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
 
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
I know your answer already
I know your answer already

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