Текст (слова) песни: lee ben - An Open Letter To The Prime Minister

[spoken]
8 March 1998
dear mr prime minister,
to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of this country and i am
holding you directly responsible.
ive got no diseases, no obvious birthmarks, im not black, im not female,
sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i still cant
understand why there is even a feather left for me to ruffle.
mr prime minister, im queasy every time i read the newspaper.
i read about the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem
should contain a southern cross or not and i cant believe its even worth
the discussion. i want to see a giant penis on our flag. i want it made of
velvet and encased in glitter.
i want a flag that is worthy of a solid burning.
i want to know why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally
more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse
than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why
do you always wear black and grey? are you hiding something? are you
afraid of us?
i still cant believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle.
i want to know why there are american accents all over my television set.
as far as im concerned, "kant" is a german philosopher. why do all
australian rock musicians sing in american accents? why are there no
australian rock musicians?
mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black panther party?
where is our bob dylan?
where is our andy warhol?
why do you make me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg?
dont answer me.
what do you know about poetry anyway.
why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping
generalization but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to
spell your name but cannot be bothered to write it down.
why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all night watching
infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one reason
to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr prime
minister, when are you going to give me a fucking break?
i want to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or
hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in kings cross, and i
want to say "i knew it right away!"
why do you bore me?
every time i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch
me in unmarked cars. and i havent even done anything. yet.
mr prime minister, im as ready as you are.
get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i want to know why
we still havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my
house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt
really our home. lets stop kidding around.
mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive
been waiting up for reruns of good morning america and i think you have
forgotten about me.
when did we become a colony?
mr prime minister, im restless.
mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im holding you
directly responsible.
your friend,
benjamin michael lee

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: lee ben - An Open Letter To The Prime Minister [spoken] 8 March 1998 dear mr prime minister, to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of this country and i am holding you directly responsible. ive got no diseases, no obvious birthmarks, im not black, im not female, sure im jewish, but basically im a straight white male, and i still cant understand why there is even a feather left for me to ruffle. mr prime minister, im queasy every time i read the newspaper. i read about the new flag the country is demanding and whether our emblem should contain a southern cross or not and i cant believe its even worth the discussion. i want to see a giant penis on our flag. i want it made of velvet and encased in glitter. i want a flag that is worthy of a solid burning. i want to know why isnt our prime minister a homosexual? i was personally more interested in whether or not paul keating grabbed the queens arse than any of the issues that you seem to be tackling. mr prime minster, why do you always wear black and grey? are you hiding something? are you afraid of us? i still cant believe there is a feather left for me to ruffle. i want to know why there are american accents all over my television set. as far as im concerned, "kant" is a german philosopher. why do all australian rock musicians sing in american accents? why are there no australian rock musicians? mr prime minister, why doesnt australia have a black panther party? where is our bob dylan? where is our andy warhol? why do you make me sound like a third rate allen ginsberg? dont answer me. what do you know about poetry anyway. why dont we learn anything in school? perhaps that was a sweeping generalization but i just finished twelve years of it and i know how to spell your name but cannot be bothered to write it down. why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all night watching infomercials and parliamentary sessions and i cannot think of one reason to travel to canberra. i am waiting for you to wear pink. mr prime minister, when are you going to give me a fucking break? i want to see you dancing in spastic glee outside an islamic shrine, or hard copy footage of you caught doing naughty things in kings cross, and i want to say "i knew it right away!" why do you bore me? every time i walk out the front door, i think you have sent men to watch me in unmarked cars. and i havent even done anything. yet. mr prime minister, im as ready as you are. get me some glamour, mr prime minister, some escapism. i want to know why we still havent settled the aboriginal land right issue. ill give up my house right now, if you will put an end to this. we all know this isnt really our home. lets stop kidding around. mr prime minister, mr hand is tired. i havent slept for five days, ive been waiting up for reruns of good morning america and i think you have forgotten about me. when did we become a colony? mr prime minister, im restless. mr prime minister, i dont like the state we are in, and im holding you directly responsible. your friend, benjamin michael lee Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни An Open Letter To The Prime Minister: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/17363.html Все тексты песен: lee ben » lee ben - Stumbling Block » lee ben - Nothing Much Happens » lee ben - Sprawl » lee ben - Song 4 You » lee ben - I Am A Sunflower » lee ben - End Of The World » lee ben - Nighttime » lee ben - Daisy » lee ben - Trying To Sneeze » lee ben - Frigid » lee ben - My Drifting Nature » lee ben - Bolt » lee ben - I`m With The Star » lee ben - The Waiting Game » lee ben - grandpa would album \| guitar chord и Mp3 » lee ben - Ship My Body Home » lee ben - Long Train Ride » lee ben - Get Your Sleep » lee ben - Eight Years Old » lee ben - Track 21 Рекомендуем скачать: » Lil` Flex, Koolaid, Black 1, Deep Throat - Keep it Real » Lil` Flip f Lil` James - On Point » little texas - First Time For Everything » Love Like Blood - Colours Of Perversity » leloup jean - Barcelone » Leonardo`s Bride - Temperamental Friend » Lifehouse - everything2 \| guitar chord Рё Mp3 » Lifehouse - My Precious » Lloyd - Heres To The Grog » los machos - kaptain krunch \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Lagwagon - The Kids Are All Wrong » Love Like Blood - Passionate » Ll Cool J - Buckin` Em Down » levi eric - sempire d amor \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » La Chat - Salt Shakers » La Oreja Del Van Gogh - Deseos De Cosas Imposibles » Lawnmover Deth - Kids In America » Linkin Park - hybrid theory album \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Lefty Frizzel - I Can Tell » Lefay - The Quest For Reality
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