Refloto este topic berreta porque después de mucho tiempo volví a escuchar esta canción y me produce el mismo efecto de siempre: primero me siento tocada, y después me indigna tener que seguir sintiéndome tocada.
No es una de las mejores canciones de la historia ni de las mejores canciones de John. Pero es movilizadora, y éso le da un lugar acá
Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is... think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it, do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that she's above us
Woman is the nigger of the world... yes she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave of the slaves
Ah, yeah, you better scream about it
We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen
We tell her home is the only place she should be
Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yeah, alright, hit it!
We insult her every day on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she's young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb
Woman is the nigger of the world, yes she is...
If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with
Woman is the slave to the slaves
Yes she is... if you believe me, you better scream about it
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
We make her paint her face and dance
Dance, dance, dance
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. And I have promises to keep. Miles to go before I sleep.
Did you hear me, Butterfly? Miles to go, before you sleep
