Qua la Zampa
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
Same Love - Ryan Lewis feat. Mary Lambert
‘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 tripping, “
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 preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked 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 predisposition
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
I can’t change
Even if I try
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
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 become so numb to what we’re saying
A 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 till 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
My love
My love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
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
Till 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
I can’t change
Even if I try
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
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient
Love is kind
Freja Beha Erichsen - The Little Black Jacket Exhibition/Book
An outtake from “The Little Black Jacket Exhibition” and book (to be released this autumn) featuring gorgeous Freja Beha, pictured as a nun, wearing that iconic Chanel jacket!
Oh, I miss Freja so much!
Edited by TimVogue.Com
AMEN
Cinese, letto e The Voice (presso Zampa’s Place)
Keep it gay! (presso Big Gay Ice Cream Shop)
Bye bye (presso Aeroporto di Milano Malpensa “Città di Milano” (MXP))
Cemented
- I’m looking forward to fuck out of here to be honest.
- Ahh you don’t mean that
- I do. Or maybe I don’t… Just my friends, sometimes they are like a ring surrounding my neck. You know? I mean…/p>
- No. I don’t get it
- Well, when you have the same friends for too long they become like… Every thing become cemented.
- So what? Is that a bad thing?
- Of course it is! I don’t want to be a fucking concrete! Thankyouverymuch! They will not let you be any version of yourself, except no version. The version they want you to be.
- Ahh, that’s not true
- You know it’s true
Weekend
Sweet Nothing
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And with a word all my love came rushing out
And every whisper; it’s the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I’ll put faith in something I know
I’m living on such sweet nothing
But I’m tired of hope with nothing to hold
I’m living on such sweet nothing
And it’s hard to learn
And it’s hard to love
When you’re giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You’re giving me such sweet nothing
It isn’t easy for me to let it go
Cause, I’ve swallowed every single word
And, every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
So I’ll put faith in something I know
I’m living on such sweet nothing
But I’m tired of hope with nothing to hold
I’m living on such sweet nothing
And it’s hard to learn
And it’s hard to love
When you’re giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You’re giving me such sweet nothing
And it’s not enough
To tell me that you care
When we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
NOTHING
(Calvin Harris Featuring Florence Welch)
Io. Così. MIAO
