Excerpts:
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 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
Now-I don't like 98% or so of all political songs, on a purely asthetic basis. For me, they sacrifice emotion for stridency.
This one works.
Pink is not my favorite singer, the odd single aside.
This one works.
The song is just human voices and a guitar, not Pink's usual dancefloor fare, which I probably would have preferred-I'm a Pet Shop Boys fan, you know.
This one works.
Backing vocals are by The Indigo Girls, a duo whose appeal I've never really understood (though they are the basis for one of my favorite jokes in My Girlfriend's Boyfriend, so I suppose I owe them something.)
This one works.
Anyway, go, read, hear.
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