Skip to comments.Sinead O'Connor: 'I'm so Lonely in Ireland' (Stuck in the Middle Ages)
Posted on 11/10/2013 6:29:11 PM PST by nickcarraway
Sinead O'Connor has bashed her native Ireland in a new online journal, revealing she feels "lonely" living there.
The singer/songwriter, who is currently on tour in North America, admits she feels like a target back home because locals are stuck in the past and they don't appreciate people who are "different".
O'Connor, who has battled mental health issues in the past, has often been picked on for her outspoken views and she sparked a Twitter war of words with Miley Cyrus in September (13) after criticising the 20 year old for her provocative MTV Video Music Awards performance and Wrecking Ball video, in which the pop star appeared naked.
And now it seems the Nothing Compares 2 U singer is taking issue with the Irish.
In the new diary entry, she writes, "Ireland is a painful struggle for me because its still in the witch burning middle X ages in so many ways. In America its ok to be different, which is why the music business was created - for people like all us rockers.
"Theres no X sense of rock and roll in Ireland at all. Its a very lonely place for me consequently."
And it appears she's not looking forward to going home when her current tour ends: "I hate leaving my friends when the tour legs are over. Musicians only make sense to other musicians. And I dont like too much (to be) lonely. At the end of day, I'm a small female."
Signing off, she adds, "So, goodnight America. I wish you were Ireland. Please can you claim me? Can I seek artistic asylum if not physical?"
Move to LA honey, you’ll fit right in.
Of course the taxes may be a bit stiffer.....
She was right about Skanky Cyrus but probably that is a broken-clock effect
Poor thing. She has a lovely voice, but she’s nutty as the day is long, and when she was on the side of the left, they used her. But she recently criticized one of their favorite things (gross behavior in public, aka, “twerking”) so now she has no friends anywhere.
Maybe she’ll learn before she dies, so one can only pray for her.
Well if you sounded more like this, maybe people would like you better
“Please can you claim me?”
We don’t X want you.
That woman’s voice does nothing at all for me. Whiny.
She may have been a stoned commie, but I’ll take Grace Slick in her prime over almost any other female rock singer.
You had to see her in person to really feel the power of her voice.
I’d suggest she avoid tearing up the pope’s photo on world television...?
That single brain cell she has left is what’s lonely. And it should be ... all alone in that big, empty skull ...
My “Give-a-Crap-O-Meter” just twitched for her...oh wait. No it didn’t.
I am always amazed when people with "mental health issues" expect their views to be taken seriously.
It's like a liar taking offense at doubts about their credibility.
Little Big Man to his Grandfather ( movie Little Big Man with Dustin Hoffman and Chief Dan George) Grandfather, why does the white man kill the horses and women and children??? Because , my son, they have not roots. They wander and don’t know who they are or their ancestors. (paraphrased). how in the world does one get “lonely” in her own country with her own people???
Frank Sinatra: Issue number three: [ points to Sinead ] This bald chick - what’s with her head? Let’s start with the chick. What gives, cue ball? I’m looking at you, I’m thinking: fourteen in the side pocket!
Sinead O’Connor: I can’t believe you’re talking about my hair with all the bloody starvation and suffering in the world right now.
Frank Sinatra: Come on! Swing, baby, you’re platinum! Billy Idol.
Billy Idol: I think she’s really quite attractive.
Frank Sinatra: Check out his papers. Luther Campbell!
Billy Idol: You watch it, mate!
Frank Sinatra: Easy, baby! And what’s with the sneering crap? [ Billy sneers ] Don’t do that to the people, they want to like you! That’s what killed Dennis day - contempt for the audience. Luther Campbell! What about the chick’s head?
Luther Campbell: Be honest, I don’t care about the head. I like the butt.
Frank Sinatra: I hear you, baby. Forget the head. Put a bag over it and do your business! Am I right, Steve and Eydie?
Steve Lawrence: [ slow to answer ] You bet, Frank!
Eydie Gorme: You know it, Chairman!
Frank Sinatra: You were a little slow that time.
Steve and Eydie: Sorry, Frank.
Frank Sinatra: Forget it, you’re alright. You could pick up a check once in a while..
Eydie Gorme: Frank, that’s not fair.
Frank Sinatra: Shut up! Okay, issue number four: Milli Vanilli. What is this faggot crap? Uncle Fester!
Sinead O’Connor: I don’t understand the question.
Frank Sinatra: I’ll tell you what you better understand! Next time you see Old Glory riding up that pole, you better sing that anthem, darling! You’re lucky you’re a chick, or you’d be nothing but a stain on the road and a crewcut. Our founding fathers went to the mat for you, baby!
Sinead O’Connor: It’s not my flag - I’m Irish.
Frank Sinatra: Oh? Well, then stay off of this stuff.. [ mimes drinking ] That’s the curse of you people.
Lonely in Ireland? Try golfing and pub crawling.
This woman will never be happy no matter where she goes. The trouble is all in her head and heart.
Grace Slick had an amazing, powerful voice!
No sense of rock’n’roll in Ireland? Oh, really?
Get thee to a nunn’ry, why woulds’t thou be a breeder of