Wrong on so many levels

Like everyone else, I was really stoked to find out that Charice Pempengco, that little girl with the big growling voice, was going to sing at one of the pre-inaugural balls for the new American President.

At least I was until I found out what she was going to sing.

The kid is singing God Bless America. Now that is just so wrong on so many levels.

God Bless America, 
Land that I love. 
Stand beside her, and guide her 
Thru the night with a light from above. 
From the mountains, to the prairies, 
To the oceans, white with foam 
God bless America, My home sweet home.

While we must of course avoid being too literal minded about songs and such, the fact remains that this is not an ordinary song. As far as anthems go, God Bless America is right up there with the Star-Spangled Banner and Hail to the Chief. 

It’s a song that is so steeped in American tradition and sentiment that, one would think, it is a song that only an American should sing. Or a foreigner wanting to become an American.

After all, what is she supposed to sing? God Bless America, land that you love,  your home sweet home?

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I don’t know

I wanna be rich, and I want lots of money / I dont care about clever, I dont care about funny // I want loads of clothes, and fuck loads of diamonds / But I heard people die when they’re trying to find ‘em // And I’ll take my clothes off, and it will be shameless / Cos everyone knows thats how you get famous /// I look at the sun and I look in the mirror / Im on the right track, yeah Im onto a winner // And I dont know whats right and whats real anymore / And I dont know how Im meant to feel anymore // And when you think it will all become clear / Cos Im being taken on by the fear /// Lifes about filmstars, and less about mothers / Its all about fast cars and cussing eachother // But it doesnt matter cos Im packing plastic / Thats what makes my life so fucking fantastic // I am a weapon of massive consumption / And its not my fault, its how I’m programmed to function /// I look at the sun and I look in the mirror / Im on the right track, yeah Im onto a winner // And I dont know whats right and whats real anymore / And I dont know how Im meant to feel anymore // And when you think it will all become clear / Cos Im being taken on by the fear /// Forget about guns, and forget ammunition / Cos Im killing them all on my own little mission // But Im not a saint, but Im not a sinner / And everythings cool as long as Im getting thinner /// And I dont know whats right and whats real anymore / And I dont know how Im meant to feel anymore // And when you think it will all become clear / Cos Im being taken on by the fear //

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