tisdag 10 november 2009

världens bästa måndag


Okej, har kommit hem från Oslo, jag är nu mera ett stort fan av pink. Sjukt duktig sångerska och en sjuuuk jävla show!
Började dagen med att göra sönder mina skor så min tajta budget blev ännu tajtare eftersom att ja var tvungen att köpa nya skor. Satt mig sedan på bussen påväg till kära oslo, oturen fortsatta följa med då ja på toaletten på bussen skulle hitta spolknappen men orkade inte läsa skyltarna över utan tryckte på allihop vilket bland annat råkade vara larmknappen..

Men så fort jag hamnade i Oslo vände oturen och kvällen var underbar! Rysningar helatiden och jag är hur imponerad som helst. Hade jag varit lesbisk skulle jag vilja ha sex med pink!

Sedan efterfest, chill med massa cider och mingel kommer nog upp ett par bilder om ett tag.
just nu vill ja bara dela med mig av något som iallafall grep mej nått så sjukt mkt. Jag stod bara paralyserad och såg på alla bilder och lyssnade på texten.





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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