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Sinéad Marie Bernadette O’Connor (* 8. Dec 1966 in Dublin † 26. Jul 2023)
Prince. It was his Song Nothing Compares 2 U released in 1990, that shot her to fame with a unique sound and image. She said, that shaving her head was her way of giving two fingers to the patriarchy — and proving she was not like other pop stars.
Irish singer and activist Sinéad O’Connor has died at the age of 56.
Nothing Compares 2 U
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing, I said, nothing can take away these blues
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It’s been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me, baby, where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me, guess what he told me
He said, “Girl, you better try to have fun no matter what you do,” but he’s a fool
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Ewa Maria and Friends 
In 1992, Kris Kristofferson comforted Sinéad O’Connor when she was booed off the stage at a Bob Dylan anniversary concert. He later wrote this for her. May we all have her courage. May we all tell the truth.
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“I’m singing this song for my sister Sinead
Concerning the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
Her message profoundly was misunderstood
There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the saving of souls
And humans responded all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave little girl
And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame
It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck
In terms of a target a big silhouette
But some candles flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister Sinead
And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains
She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame”