É Junior na fita!
Ainda sob o efeito do lançamento do disco de Neil Young (mesmo sem nunca ter sido muito fã do moço), eis que me dou conta de como Bush Junior já rendeu versos e cifras da música pop norte-americana, and I mean pop! Trata-se de uma figura inspiradora... percebam:
Mosh, Eminem (essa saiu pouco antes da Guerra do Iraque, tipo um ou dois dias antes, na internet)
And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...
When the President talks to God, Bright Eyes (Conor Oberst, que é praticamente a banda inteira, tem um histórico de letras do gênero)
When the President talks to God,
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women's rights?
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike?
When the President talks to God?
Dear Mr. President, Pink (olha Pink aí!)
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's impeach the president, Neil Young (don't need to say much)
Let's impeach the president
For hijacking our religion and using it to get elected
Dividing our country into colors
And still leaving black people neglected
Thank god he's racking down on steroids
Since he sold his old baseball team
There's lot of people looking at big trouble
But of course the president is clean
Thank God
em tempo: no último fim de semana, Madonna subiu ao palco do Coachella e fez uma pequena modificação em I Love New York e, no lugar de "Just go to Texas, isn't that where they golf?", ela retirou a metáfora e foi direto no assunto: "Just go to Texas and suck George Bush's Dick!"
