Political lyric dump~
So, there's this duet on P!NK's 2006 CD, appropriately titled "I'm Not Dead," with the Indigo Girls. It's pretty damned awesome, honestly, slow and acoustic and pretty and painful. I'd offer the MP3, except that's totally counterproductive to supporting P!NK, which this song actually makes me want to do. (Normally I just like the pop-punk sound and her voice and her satire, so.)
Really. If you like this song, please buy the CD in some form. ♥
La la la...
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people
And you're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions
If we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in a mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say no child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're not sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say --
"You've come a long way (from whisky and cocaine)."
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your houses after the bomb stripped them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work, hard work, hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work, hard work, hard work
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you...?
Also, the very weird feminist in me likes "U & UR Hand" -- an unfortunate title, but a song that goes over that oft-spouted feminine feel of, "Damn it, you asshole, why can't I be pretty and sexy for me? Why is it automatically assumed as an invitation to jump me?"
Really. If you like this song, please buy the CD in some form. ♥
La la la...
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people
And you're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions
If we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in a mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say no child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're not sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say --
"You've come a long way (from whisky and cocaine)."
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your houses after the bomb stripped them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work, hard work, hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work, hard work, hard work
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you...?
Also, the very weird feminist in me likes "U & UR Hand" -- an unfortunate title, but a song that goes over that oft-spouted feminine feel of, "Damn it, you asshole, why can't I be pretty and sexy for me? Why is it automatically assumed as an invitation to jump me?"