Kijk hierboven even naar het clipje van Pink: Dear Mr. President. Ik ben hier thuis niet de echte Pink-fan, dat is Frans, maar dit nummer vind ik geweldig. Het is een live-versie en ze zingt foutloos, gevoelig en sterk. Natuurlijk gaat het me ook (vooral) om de tekst (misschien een tikkeltje sentimenteel, maar dat zien we door de vingers).
Eat this, Mr. Bush!
Nip
Dear Mr. President
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 and 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 the 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
(Were you a lonely boy)
Are 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
(We're not blind)
They're all 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 whiskey 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 about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard work, hard work
You don't know nothing about 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?
Eat this, Mr. Bush!
Nip
Dear Mr. President
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 and 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 the 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
(Were you a lonely boy)
Are 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
(We're not blind)
They're all 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 whiskey 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 about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard work, hard work
You don't know nothing about 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?
1 opmerking:
Al altijd gezegd dat Pink meer is dan entertainment. Hier heb je het!
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