858 Same Love
I now have a music page
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OK, I missed the main event, but Peter FitzSimons was there …
Ian Roberts weeps as working-class fans go wild for Macklemore's NRL show
... and does he write well about it:
"All is context. Sunday evening at the Olympic Stadium, a balmy spring evening. As the pre-match entertainment is getting underway for the NRL Rugby League Grand Final, no fewer than 80,000 people – gathered for what amounts to the climax of an annual national festival of hyper-masculinity – stirred restlessly. Among them, right on my left in the NRL box, Ian Roberts is clearly nervous.
"Now, Roberts is two things. I have long held he is the toughest footballer to pull on a boot, at least that I have seen. His view is, he is also among the gayest men who ever lived, having never felt the slightest flicker of sexual interest in females, ever. It was the way he was born and when he declared his sexuality in 1995, while still playing, it was enormous news. To this day he remains the only male professional footballer in Australia to have done so ..."
I often blog about music; love it ... here’s a song that digs deep: Same Love. Its message - and this blog - tie in so well with my previous blog 856 LGBT.
Macklemore &
Ryan Lewis
"Same
Love"
When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was,
and I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my
face
She's like "Ben you've loved
girls since before Pre-K, trippin'."
Yeah, I guess she had a point,
didn't she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like,
"Yeah, I'm good at little league."
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those that like the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think
it's a decision
And you can be cured with some
treatment and religion
Man-made rewiring of a
pre-disposition
Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what
we don't know
And "God loves all his
children" is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don't know
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
…
She keeps me warm
…
If I was gay, I would think hip-hop
hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments
lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets
dropped on the daily
We've become so numb to what we're
saying
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other faggots behind the
keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre
still ignores it
"Gay" is synonymous with
the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused
wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion
of your pigment
The same fight that led people to
walk-outs and sit-ins
It's human rights for everybody,
there is no difference
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me
something else
If you preach hate at the service
those words aren't anointed
That holy water that you soak in has
been poisoned
When everyone else is more
comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that
have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that's
not important
No freedom 'til we're equal, damn
right I support it
(I don't know)
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
…
She keeps me warm
…
We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
'Til the day that my uncles can be
united by law
When kids are walking 'round the
hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather
die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn't
gonna solve it all
But it's a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it's all the same love
About time that we raised up
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
...
She keeps me warm
…
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(Not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
...