Canadutch
I’ve always loved Pink, first because her music is awesome, but also because she’s just so out there and not afraid to be different. I LOVE that about her. I think if I could trade bodies and attitudes with anyone it would be her.
If there was ever any doubt in my mind that she is the coolest chick in America, this video has wiped it all away…
It’s such a powerful song, and I’m not even American. I’m sure Americans must have strong feelings about it one way or the other, but I think it’s great and soooo true.
Here’s the lyrics for those of you that suck at that kind of thing:
Dear Mr. President – Pink
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 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?
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.
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 ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took 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
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
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?
Here is a video of her discussing it with Jimmy Kimmel.
Those lyrics remind me of the [bad] fictional poetry of the character Adrian Mole, from Sue Townsend’s “Adrian Mole” books:
Mrs. Thatcher
Do you weep, Mrs. Thatcher, do you weep?
Do you wake, Mrs. Thatcher in your sleep?
Do you weep like a sad willow?
On your Marks and Spencer’s pillow?
Are your tears molten steel?
Do you weep?
Do you wake with ‘Three million’ on your brain?
Are you sorry that they’ll never work again?
When you’re dressing in your blue, do you see the waiting queue?
Do you weep, Mrs. Thatcher, do you weep?
(If you haven’t read the Adrian Mole books, I highly recommend them – the first few in particular are altogether brilliantly funny.)
i’ve never been much of a pink fan, but those were great lyrics and even better questions.