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rip dolores o'riordan. enthralling me since the early 90s and way after her too-short time on earth. suddenly struck tonight by a mini wave of nostalgia and a sense that time and people are just slipping through our fingers and we are (i am), frankly, powerless against this relentless tide, shackled and bound to our all-consuming occupations as we are.
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying