YeneralizeU 2

昨天室友慷慨的分享了他的music collection，其中包括了Pink最近的專輯I'm not dead。（應該出幾個月了巴，我聽的音樂沒有很流行:p）

裡面有一首歌叫做Dear Mr. President，怎麼說呢，聽起來有點小sad，很諷刺但卻又很真實的一首歌。而且還feature Indigo girls，所以有種很Lilith Music Fair的感覺，你知道的就像是空心吉他，Alanis和Sarah McLauclan那掛的音樂。所以就算遠方的戰爭還在打，街上的homeless people也沒減少，相信音樂還是有某種程度上的力量，雖然Mr. President不一定會聽到。

我不是美國人，講難聽一點，美國要派多少人去Iraq跟我一點關係都沒有（大家不都會說"拔狼刀ㄟ因仔死沒了"）。但是這還是無法構成不關心的藉口，他們打Iraq還是足以影響到世界的其他地方，事實上可以影響的東西太多了，不只是那些"mother has no chance to say goodbye"的家庭而已。

最近也不知怎樣，常常在報紙或雜誌上看到有關台灣的消息，最經典的應該就是這個在The Times上的Lame duck leader sinks in mire of corruption。
看到這個第一個問號是，什麼是lame duck阿？於是wikipedia告訴我們，所謂lame duck就是在這裡，或者是這裡。最方便的例子大概就是最近的G.W.Bush（還真剛好），尤其是在Democrats整個攻佔美國國會之後（這也是最近的事）。

咦，為什麼就扯到這裡來了，那來看一下youtube的這段影片（就是這首歌拉！）。


歌詞:

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

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


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