Kirstein Plays P!nk (Pink) Song in Vietnam and America class that is Critical of Mr Bush

A student in my Vietnam and America class, Stacy Gilbert, gave me a C.D. to play that contained lyrics by Pink and the Indigo Girls. It is a new song from the former's, I'm Not Dead Yet (2006) album. Pink, her given name was Alecia Moore and hails from the musically rich Philadelphia area, was one of those pop act sensations that exploded in the 1990s but has endured and progressed musically. It is a very polished and powerful song with brilliant almost Stephen Stills's quality guitar work here. The backing vocals are not great but P!nk is very powerful, projects excellent voice range and understanding of nuance. It has Dylanesque features to it. I would rank it as one of the better post-Vietnam songs that engage in critical thinking. Should her music expand or even approximate this quality of protest in her next albums, she would be on the verge of attaining Joan Baez or Joni Mitchell status. That would be some achievement to be sure.

 The word under the artist is a bowlderised version of "misunderstood." Aren't we all and bring 'em on folks!!

I also played Barry Sadler's, The Green Berets, a rather predictable prowar Vietnam song that was a big hit during the genocide. Sadler had been a medic during the war in the Special Forces who was seriously wounded, and was probably the best known prowar singer. I informed students if they had prowar songs, I would play them too.

PINK LYRICS

"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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