[95] 70. Sinead O'Connor - Red Football / A Perfect Indian

[1995] 70. Sinead O'Connor - Red Football / A Perfect Indian 

http://www.sineadoconnor.com (Official) 

Sinead O'Connor - Universal Mother ('94, 4th) 

1. Germaine [0:38] 

2. Fire on Babylon [5:11] 

3. John I Love You [5:31] 

4. My Darling Child [3:09] 

5. Am I a Human? [0:24] 

6. Red Football [2:48] 

7. All Apologies [2:37] 

8. A Perfect Indian [4:22] 

9. Scorn Not His Simplicity [4:26] 

10. All Babies [4:29] 

11. In This Heart [3:11] 

12. Tiny Grief Song [1:56] 

13. Famine [4:56] 

14. Thank You for Hearing Me [6:25] 

Sinead O'Connor - vocals, piano 

Marco Pirroni, Ivan Gilliland - guitar 

John O'Kane - cello 

Irish Chamber Orchestra - strings 

Phil Coulter - piano 

Dave Clayton - keyboards, programming 

John Reynolds - keyboards, bass, drums, programming 

Matthew Seligman, Nicky Scott, Claire Kenny - bass 

Tim Simenon - programming 

Voice Squad - background vocals 

6. Red Football 

To be kicked around the garden 

No, no I'm a red Christmas-tree ball 

And I'm fragile 

I'm not no animal 

Though I am to you 

I'm not no crocodile 

Like the one in Dublin Zoo 

Who lived in a cage 

The length and breadth of his body 

When a window which people would look through 

And throw coins on his back to taunt him 

'though he couldn't move 

Even if he wanted to 

I'm not no animal in the zoo 

I'm not no whipping boy for you 

You May not treat me like you do 

I'm not no animal in the zoo 

My skin is not a football for you 

My head is not a football for you 

My body's not a football for you 

My womb is not a football for you 

I'm not no animal in the zoo 

This animal will jump up and eat you 

I'm not no animal in the zoo 

And I've every intention 

Of leaping up and getting you 

8. A Perfect Indian 

Remembering him life is sweet 

Like a weeping willow 

His face on my pillow 

Comes to me still in my dreams 

And there I saw a young baby 

A beautiful daughter was she 

A face from a painting 

Red cheeks and teeth aching 

Her eyes like a wild Irish sea 

On a table in her yellow dress 

For a photograph feigned happiness 

Why in my life is that the only time 

That any of you will smile at me 

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 

I've come for my self to retrieve 

Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 

And there's only one way to be free 

He's shy and he speaks quietly 

He's gentle and he seems to me 

Like the elf-arrow 

His face worn and harrowed 

Is he a daydreamer like me 

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 

I've come for my self to retrieve 

Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 

And there's only one way to be free