Dear Mr. President

celinedeng

http://youtube.com/v/6DEh0eSpNvY
+ F" @& r' u( \: G$ f+ V0 u/ PPINK LYRICS

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
/ w3 `7 z) p5 I. @5 L5 _7 Q5 qCome take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
9 N$ H9 r4 A  m( L! |You're not better than me.
  \' H) I8 S& w% A7 J: z8 sI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

1 n& W/ G- M  O9 ZWhat 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?
/ A- q6 G- a6 O1 o) T& fAre 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?
/ z" [3 M2 M) G" tCan you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
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Dear Mr. President,
) ]+ |' Y2 f+ eWere you a lonely boy?
- m! c2 H& g9 wAre you a lonely boy?
* {( x, |. J' g$ @! OAre 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
4 |1 d1 {2 w+ {0 a0 ]  b4 IWhile you pave the road to hell.
" G3 W6 s! N5 c1 M$ x1 N. i
* j2 `7 x, K2 D1 \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.
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4 z# @- j$ H, i/ ?1 L, X: y: xHow do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
3 a0 ^! C5 b* j8 W. Q* tHow 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
7 i0 a6 g' o# a5 `, yMinimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
; }4 U* e0 m2 w' hRebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
. x1 W+ I% W# E5 ]+ FLet me tell you 'bout hard work
, a! v0 }/ i9 ]% ZHard work
Hard work
. t; `* h; M! qYou don't know nothing 'bout hard work
1 E6 _+ Z5 b) BHard work
! F  [6 Q2 l- ]2 {& C/ T; I; ?Hard work
Oh
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, k( V& _3 I" @5 {How do you sleep at night?
2 Q7 _% H9 b6 I# C2 |How do you walk with your head held high?
! [& U0 n- l1 qDear Mr. President,
8 l4 L3 R  A8 b/ W1 SYou'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

3 b. x8 `# F6 E: c9 D[ 本帖最后由 celinedeng 于 2007-7-7 21:03 编辑 ]

alicia_83

The singer is so cool!
A thoughtful song~~~

goldfish

nothing is absolutely right or wrong,especially on politics.

bobic_wang

it is really a moving song,
4 ]7 ~1 q- i% z( _6 B- g$ N$支持$ $支持$ $支持$

fcyfcy1

impressive... i heard the song several times in last week... but never paid attention to the lyrics...
In fact it's quite good$送花$

goldfish

They dance alone ---Sting
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: r# B! l0 c+ H% |6 `Why are there women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is that they dispise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
; g. r! w, \" y; w. ^6 ?* R8 dThey're dancing with their fathers
7 b6 P) u! E6 c: h0 S$ y  QThey're dancing with their sons
7 ?$ d/ L8 e5 I1 d8 RThey're dancing with their husbands
$ O3 C: V3 v; G& C0 Z+ ZThey dance alone They dance alone

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
% g+ Y2 e. u- U$ J. sIf they were to speak these words they'd go missing too
  q. Q2 L; U* Q! `4 d( l+ n4 U1 oAnother woman on a torture table what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
7 i4 b' q. w2 W% r6 I! T3 FThey dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
2 O, ^- {4 v0 r. V9 oThey're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

  U# \/ u; ?( _One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
' \) p3 y4 y5 U6 mAnd we'll dance
& z. b- ~! g  W& o. E2 }( \. UOne day we'll dance on their graves
, h1 [, M5 ^6 g  KOne day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
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" w5 e# o! m2 c) {, ~7 ^* hEllas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
# v$ G5 t* |, l, {% O: T. Q7 rEllas danzan con silenciosa angustia
Danzan con sus pardres
2 M7 Y7 p/ Z: D) u( H1 hDanzan con sus hijos
. u4 s: @& v* e0 O+ A+ U0 CDanzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
9 \: E9 T* Y+ `7 s, ?/ ODanzan solas
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( E1 D1 Q# u! uHey Mr. Pinochet
6 t% H: C  |" g+ e0 Y( ZYou've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
0 f5 L5 w6 e" p7 ^. p$ IDancin' with her invisible son
2 y) x& D# Q- B7 R9 {& ~" O( b$ |They're dancing with the missing
' f3 i* l8 G1 }1 t! r. n( v9 xThey're dancing with the dead
  Y4 D' @: ^8 M2 qThey dance with the invisible ones
They're anguish is unsaid
# Z6 D& _8 Z7 d8 \) x/ |They're dancing with their fathers
) O: O$ h. c4 G' X& i& SThey're dancing with their sons
' N2 V0 I# a+ G/ T: S, [% MThey're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone
( I' {' h2 v, |: h- @& @1 T, c% ~They dance alone

goldfish

Those two songs go the same way, unlike our singers, foreign singers, however, are singing not only on romance,but on many serious topics like  politics and  enviroment.
seems what our vanity fair  merely care is money, what a simple life they are leading!!