domingo, noviembre 16, 2008

Fuckin' Mr. President

No es mi estilo de música favorito, pero una queja es una queja y este blog viene a ser algo así como mi departamento de quejas...

Pink: Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President,
come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people
and y
ou're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions
if we can speak honestly.

W
hat 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?

H
ow 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?

D
ear Mr. President,
were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?

How can you say n
o 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.

W
hat 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?

L
et me tell you 'bout hard work:
m
inimum wage with a baby on the way.
Let me tell you 'bout hard work:
r
ebuilding your house after the bombs took them away.
L
et me tell you 'bout hard work:
b
uilding a bed out of a cardboard box.
L
et me tell you 'bout hard work,
hard work,
hard work...
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work,
hard work,
hard work...

H
ow 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?

11 comentarios:

**La Bruja** dijo...

Jajajaaja. Pink :P


Qué escritorcito andas, tovia no terminamos de similar a Björk cuando ya estamos oyendo a Pink


Saluditos hermanillo.

Mis bichos están bien? :'(

**La Bruja** dijo...

asmiliar, no similar :P jejeje... es que aún no me despierto bien...

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

¡Buenos días! :)

Tus bichos comen mejor que uno. :S

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

Este blog cambiará de nombre para re-titularse "Cartas a Bremen". :P

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

Pink califica dentro del grupo de "viejas con huevos". :D

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

Dos veces escribiste mal la palabra "asimilar". ¡De veras que no te habías despertado bien! :D

marichuy dijo...

Erat

Tampoco es mi estilo, pero la canción le viene bien a Fecal, no solo al malnacido Bush

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

No estoy seguro, Marichuy. Perdón por utilizar una expresión muy de moda entre los chicos fresas, pero "hay niveles". Hasta dentro de la maldad.

Ernesto dijo...

por un momento me imagine un artista de Televisa cantandole a nuestra version tercermundista de Bush... imposible!

Gerardo de Jesús Monroy dijo...

Ernesto:

Imposible... e indeseable. Si van a cantar con las mismas voces planas de siempre, que dejan en las bocinas del stéreo un tufo a bubblegum... ¡mejor que no pase!

Mafalda dijo...

...

Pa' lo que les importa a los muy méndigos ¡caray!
¡¡¡Y luego Pink!!!!
Chanclas mi Erat jajajá.

Oye, creo que el morenito no va a regresar a los soldados ¿o me equivoco?

Un saludo

Mafalda