The Emperor’s New Clothes

Everyone can see what’s going on
They laugh ‘cause they know they’re untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong

Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace

Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don’t think so
You asked for the truth and I told you

Through their own words
They will be exposed
They’ve got a severe case of
The emperor’s new clothes

Sinéad O’Connor

She died on the feast day of the lost Irish mother goddess Anu…goddess of the oceans and the howling winds and windswept earth. Anu who the Catholic Church tried to turn into St. Anne the grandmother…but who could not really be tamed.

So many of us, as young women, who first heard her howls knew she spoke for us, expressed what was in our souls for generations. She was so damn brave. So wild. So utterly untamed.

I listened to her songs over and over again and I howled with her and afterwards I would feel better.

The deaths of people with whom I am not personally intimate does not usually matter too much to me.

But this one feels very painful indeed.

Let her be our wild untamed saint. Let her help us take the tape off our mouths and our hearts. Let us always be too loud, too much, too loving, too fierce, too all of it…in her honour.

Perdita Finn

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