Paroles de la chanson Same Love par
[Macklemore]
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?
A 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
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?
A 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
[Mary Lambert]
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
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
[Mary Lambert]
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, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Macklemore]
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 sayin'
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
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Macklemore]
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 sayin'
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
And "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
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
[Mary Lambert]
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Macklemore]
We press play, don't press pause, progress, march on
I might not be the same, but that's not important
No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it
[Mary Lambert]
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Macklemore]
We press play, don't press pause, progress, march on
With a 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 a 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's 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, sing
[Mary Lambert]
'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking 'round the hallway
Plagued by a 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's 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, sing
[Mary Lambert]
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, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Mary Lambert]
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
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, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
[Mary Lambert]
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (Not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (I'm not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Same Love de Macklemore and Ryan Lewis ?
Ce jour où un rappeur a dit ce que personne n'osait dire
Il y a quelque chose d'étrange et de puissant dans le fait d'entendre un rappeur hétérosexuel, blanc, de Seattle, commencer un morceau en racontant qu'à huit ans il pensait être gay parce qu'il aimait dessiner. Pas de pose, pas de précautions oratoires — juste cette image d'un gamin qui fait le calcul dans sa tête, qui se demande si être bon à la balle signifie quelque chose, qui va voir sa mère les larmes aux yeux. Dès les premières secondes, « Same Love » installe une intimité qui désarme.
Un voyage à travers la honte et la colère
Le morceau progresse comme une montée en température. D'abord l'introspection douce-amère de l'enfance, puis une charge frontale contre le hip-hop lui-même — Macklemore ose pointer du doigt sa propre culture, ces commentaires YouTube où « man, that's gay » tombe à chaque ligne comme une évidence. Il y a une vraie douleur dans ce passage, celle d'un genre musical né de l'oppression et qui reproduit l'exclusion sans même s'en rendre compte. « We've become so numb to what we're sayin' » — on s'est tellement habitués que les mots ne font plus mal, ou plutôt qu'on ne les entend plus faire mal aux autres.
Et pendant tout ce temps, Mary Lambert revient, imperturbable, avec son refrain qui n'a besoin d'aucun argument : « she keeps me warm ». Quatre mots. Rien à démontrer, rien à défendre. Juste l'amour, tel qu'il est.
Quand la loi ne suffit pas mais qu'il faut commencer quelque part
Le dernier couplet amène la chanson vers quelque chose de plus grand et de plus douloureux — ces adolescents qui arpentent les couloirs de leur lycée avec « une douleur dans le cœur », dans un monde si haineux que certains préféreraient ne pas exister plutôt que d'être qui ils sont. Macklemore ne fait pas semblant que signer un certificat de mariage règle tout. Mais il dit que c'est un début. Et que le vrai travail, c'est de changer les gens, pas seulement les lois.
Mary Lambert conclut en empruntant à l'épître aux Corinthiens — « love is patient, love is kind » — tout en murmurant en contrepoint « not crying on Sundays ». Ce dimanche sans larmes, c'est l'image d'une réconciliation encore à construire, entre une foi qui exclut et un amour qui, lui, n'a jamais demandé la permission.
Il y a quelque chose d'étrange et de puissant dans le fait d'entendre un rappeur hétérosexuel, blanc, de Seattle, commencer un morceau en racontant qu'à huit ans il pensait être gay parce qu'il aimait dessiner. Pas de pose, pas de précautions oratoires — juste cette image d'un gamin qui fait le calcul dans sa tête, qui se demande si être bon à la balle signifie quelque chose, qui va voir sa mère les larmes aux yeux. Dès les premières secondes, « Same Love » installe une intimité qui désarme.
Un voyage à travers la honte et la colère
Le morceau progresse comme une montée en température. D'abord l'introspection douce-amère de l'enfance, puis une charge frontale contre le hip-hop lui-même — Macklemore ose pointer du doigt sa propre culture, ces commentaires YouTube où « man, that's gay » tombe à chaque ligne comme une évidence. Il y a une vraie douleur dans ce passage, celle d'un genre musical né de l'oppression et qui reproduit l'exclusion sans même s'en rendre compte. « We've become so numb to what we're sayin' » — on s'est tellement habitués que les mots ne font plus mal, ou plutôt qu'on ne les entend plus faire mal aux autres.
Et pendant tout ce temps, Mary Lambert revient, imperturbable, avec son refrain qui n'a besoin d'aucun argument : « she keeps me warm ». Quatre mots. Rien à démontrer, rien à défendre. Juste l'amour, tel qu'il est.
Quand la loi ne suffit pas mais qu'il faut commencer quelque part
Le dernier couplet amène la chanson vers quelque chose de plus grand et de plus douloureux — ces adolescents qui arpentent les couloirs de leur lycée avec « une douleur dans le cœur », dans un monde si haineux que certains préféreraient ne pas exister plutôt que d'être qui ils sont. Macklemore ne fait pas semblant que signer un certificat de mariage règle tout. Mais il dit que c'est un début. Et que le vrai travail, c'est de changer les gens, pas seulement les lois.
Mary Lambert conclut en empruntant à l'épître aux Corinthiens — « love is patient, love is kind » — tout en murmurant en contrepoint « not crying on Sundays ». Ce dimanche sans larmes, c'est l'image d'une réconciliation encore à construire, entre une foi qui exclut et un amour qui, lui, n'a jamais demandé la permission.