She Tore It Up

Sinéad O'Connor - I Am Stretched On Your Grave

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 you 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

Pinkpop Festival

Evenemententerrein Megaland

Landgraaf, The Netherlands

5.23.1988

01 walk on & dedication

02 Jackie

03 Mandinka

04 Never Get Old

05 Just Like U Said It Would B

06 Jerusalem

07 The Value of Ignorance

08 The Hand that Rocks the Cradle

09 Just Call Me Joe

10 Jump In the River

11 I Want Your (Hands On Me)

12 Troy

13 I Am Stretched On Your Grave

Total time: 58:44

Sinéad O'Connor - guitar & vocals

Marco Pirroni - guitar

Andy Rourke - bass

Mike Joyce - drums

Phil Thornton - keyboards

2nd gen cassette of the VARA preFM master reel

slightly retracked and fully declipped -- with volume boosted +2 dB throughout -- by EN, July 2023

Sinéad O'Connor

Hammersmith Odeon

London, UK

4.24.1990

01 Feel So Different

02 The Emperor’s New Clothes

03 I Want Your (Hands On Me)

04 You Cause As Much Sorrow

05 Three Babies

06 Black Boys On Mopeds

07 The Last Day of Our Acquaintance

08 Nothing Compares 2 U 

09 Jump In the River

10 Jerusalem

11 Mandinka

12 Troy

13 My Special Child

14 Don't Give Up (w. Peter Gabriel)

Total time: 1:12:23

Tracks 01-12:

Sinéad O'Connor – guitar & vocals

Dean Garcia – bass

David Ruffy – drums

Marco Pirroni – guitar

Susan Davies – keyboards, guitar & vocals

Marc Taylor – keyboards

Tracks 13 & 14:

Sinéad O'Connor – vocals

Peter Gabriel - vocals on Track 14

Sting - bass

Dominic Miller - guitar

David Sancious - keyboards

Vinnie Colaiuta - drums & percussion

Tracks 01-12 are likely a master off-air FM cassette capture, made from the original BBC broadcast

sourced from the 1992 bootleg CD "Beautiful Vision" on the Kiss the Stone label

slightly retracked and declipped by EN, July 2023

Tracks 13 & 14 are bonus tracks from the "Kurd Aid" concert @ Statenhal, The Hague NL 5.9.1991 preFM

pre-broadcast capture of indeterminate origin, remastered by EN, July 2023
402 & 467 MB FLAC respectively/direct link

We'll end the month -- as well as kick off its last weekend -- in full party-hardy style, with the first of two memorials to two recently deceased icons. For this one, there's not much else to say, except that 56 is way too young.

That and Morrissey, with whom I usually disagree at 180 degree levels, is absolutely right when he says all the pundits who have now instantly canonized her should have thought of that when they were pillorying her as an unhinged, dogmatic loony for the last 30 years.

What they failed to say, until they thought it was safe for them to say it, is that the Roman Catholic Church has paid tens of billions of dollars in restitution for molestation of young people since "that moment" 31 years ago on SNL.

Yep, Sinéad O'Connor -- gone 48 hours ago at merely 56 -- tore it up all right. Emphasis on r-i-g-h-t, as in correct no matter what the assholes had in store by way of repercussions, as they wheeled like birds of prey above the desert to which they exiled her.

Sent away for the unconscionable crime of having ripped up a piece of paper... if only to symbolize the lives the Church had already torn to shreds. Circling like vultures, awaiting her demise so they could spread the good news about how awesome she was.

I'll be back with another funeral, for another just-departed, totally individual and sincere icon, in another 48.--J.

12.8.1966 - 7.26.2023
"she's never been partial to shackles or chains"