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I'm just looking for songs that artists have written for gay people. I heard something about Madonna's 'Don't Tell Me', and I've listened carefully to the words, and I think it's true. I love the song now!
Billy was a young boy
Whose fate did decree
That he would like only other boys
So being with a boy came to him naturally
Billy was a green boy
His thoughts so naive
He wondered why he was so victimised
And his fear brought him close to me suddenly
But
Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
I'm not that kind of guy
But I'll stand by your side
If you need me to be
But
Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
Though it can't be wrong to be
To be what you are
Billy was a sick boy
His life fading to grey
He tried to grab for straws of family
But his loved ones turned young Billy away
Billy died a young man
His face to the wind
And of the things I regret the most
Was seeing how hate and fear killed a friend
But
Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
I'm not that kind of guy
But I'll stand by your side
If you need me to be
But
Billy my friend
Don't fall in love with me
Though it can't be wrong to be
To be what you are
I think there's a song on John Barrowmans last album that is both a duett and single that is gay related. Or i could be wrong. Can't remember the title.
That rarest of creatures - a hip-hop song featuring a sympathetic look at homosexuality, or at least gay bashing.
The first day of school was always the hardest
The first day of school the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet
The voices haunted
Walking in
With his thin skin
Lowered chin
He knew the names that they would taunt him with
Faggot
Sissy
Punk
Queen
Queer
Although he'd never had sex in his fifteen years
And when they harassed him, it was for a reason
And when they provoked him, it became open season
For the fox and the hunter
The sparks and the thunder
That pushed the boy under
Then pillage and plunder
It kind of makes you wonder
How one can hurt another
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
It's like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violator
Words can reduce a person to an object
Something more easy to hate
An inanimate entity, completely disposable
No problem to obliterate
But death is the silence
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
It's tough to be young
The young long to be tougher
When we pick on someone else
It might make us feel rougher
Abused by their fathers
But was at home, though
So to prove to each other
That they were not homos
The exclamation of the phobic fury
Executioner, judge and jury
The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere
Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb old dare
And a numb cold stare
On the way home it was back to name calling
Ten against one, they had his back up against the wall and
They reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him
But it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded him
They picked up their bats with their muscles straining
And they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain in
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming
They didn't hear him pleading
They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding
In a pool of red
'til all tears were shed
And his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head
Dead
The boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him
She was mad, she had no form of retaliation
The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hitlist
But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness
To this senseless crime
Right place wrong time
Tried as an adult
One of them was gonna do hard time
The first day of prison was always the hardest
The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet, the voices haunted
Faggot
Sissy
Punk
Queen
Queer
Words he used before had a new meaning in here
As a group of men in front of him came near
For the first time in his life, the young bully felt fear
He'd never been on this side of the name calling
Five against one they had his back up against the wall and
He had never questioned his own sexuality
But this group of men didn't hesitate in their reality
With an awful, powerful, showerful,
An hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming
They didn't hear him pleading
They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding
In the corner
The giant reduced to Jack Horner
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler
It's like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious and calculating violator
The power of words, don't take it for granted
When you hear a man ranting
Don't just read the lips
Be more sublime than this
Put everything in context
Is this a tale of rough justice
In a land where there's no justice at all?
Who is really the victim? Or are we all
The cause, and victim of it all
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop
You won't hear the screaming until it stops
a very beautiful song about a close friend of hers who died of AIDS. Apparently, she and this young man went through a lot together when she first moved to NYC and was trying to establish herself. They were there for one another and he gave her lots of guidance.
This song brings me to tears every time I hear it.
Sitting on a park bench
Thinking about a friend of mine
He was only 23
Gone before he had his time
It came without a warning
Didn't want his friends to see him cry
He knew the day was dawning
And I didn't have a chance to say goodbye
In this life I loved you most of all
What for?
'Cause now you're gone and I have to ask myself
What for?
What for?
Driving down the boulevard
Thinking about a man I knew
He was like a father to me
Nothing in the world that he wouldn't do
Taught me to respect myself
Said that we're all made of flesh and blood
Why should he be treated differently
Shouldn't matter who you choose to love
People pass by and I wonder who's next
Who determines, who knows best
Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn in this case
Ignorance is not bliss
Have you ever watched your best friend die
Have you ever watched a grown man cry
Some say that life isn't fair
I say that people just don't care
They'd rather turn the other way
And wait for this thing to go away
Why do we have to pretend
Some day I pray it will end
I hope it's in this life
I hope it's in this life time
"Two Grey Rooms" by Joni Mitchell. The song is on her "Night Ride Home" CD (1991)
"I had a piano piece that I recorded in 1982. No melody to it at that point and certainly no lyrics - just chord changes. After we tracked it, I was in "heart" mode and I overdubbed a beautiful wordless melody on top of it. I called it "Speechless."
"It took me seven years to find words for it. I kept thinking: This thing wants to be written in French" and I had to find the right story for the mood of it. It's a very dramatic melody, full of longing. So, I finally found a story in some magazine about a German aristocrat, a homosexual and friend of Fassbinder, who had had a lover in his youth that he never got over. He lost track of him for many years. One day, he discovered that his old flame was working on the docks. He moved out of his fancy digs and into a couple of dingy rooms that overlooked the route where, with his hard hat and his lunch pall, his ex lover walked to work. He lived to glimpse him twice a day, coming and going. He never approached him." (JM: The Complete Geffen recordings, liner notes)
TWO GREY ROOMS
Tomorrow is Sunday
Now there's only one day left to go
Till you walk by
Below my window
The weekends drive me mad
Holidays are oh too sad
'Cause you don't go
Below my window
No one knows I'm here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
When you walk by
Below my window
You look so youthful
Time has been untruthful
Heaven knows I loved you
30 years ago
Hot days your shirt's undone
Rainy days you run
Oh and then you fade so fast
Below my window
No one knows I'm here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
Only when you walk by
Below my window
When you walk by
Below my window
Below my window
Hey hey
Below my window
Below my window
Below my window
To me, pretty much majority of inspirational songs from female singers are relatable to gay people.
Christina Aguilera - Beautiful
Cher - Song for the Lonely
Bjork - All Is Full of Love
Chaka Khan - Free Yourself
Cyndi Lauper - True Colors
Mariah Carey - Can't Take That Away
Patti Labelle - Over the Rainbow
I don't know if this song was intended to be about gay people but I think it could definitely be taken that way.
The Calling - Stigmatized
If I give up on you I give up on me
If we fight what's true, will we ever be
Even God himself and the faith I knew
Shouldn't hold me back, shouldn't keep me from you
Tease me, by holding out your hand
Then leave me, or take me as i am
And live our lives, stigmatized
I can feel the blood rushing though my veins
When i hear your voice, driving me insane
Hour after hour day after day
Every lonely night that i sit and pray
We live our lives on different sides,
But we keep together you and I
Just live our lives, stigmatized
We'll live our lives, We'll take the punches everyday
We'll live our lives I know we're gonna find our way
I believe in you
Even if no one understands
I believe in you, and i don't really give a damn
If we're stigmatized
We live our lives on different sides
But we keep together you and I
We live our lives on different sides
We gotta live our lives
Gotta live our lives
Were gonna live our lives
We're gonna live our lives, Gonna live our lives,
Stigmatized
I must have heard this song a few dozen times before I suddenly realized - it MIGHT be about a guy who was finally convinced to bottom for his boyfriend the previous night.
"Mint Car" - The Cure
The sun is up
I'm so happy I could scream!
And there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be
Than here with you, it's perfect
It's all I ever wanted
I almost can't believe that it's for real
I really don't think it gets any better than this
Vanilla smile and a gorgeous strawberry kiss!
Birds sing, we swing
Clouds drift by and everything is like a dream
It's everything I wished
Never guessed it got this good
Wondered if it ever would
Really didn't think it could
Do it again? I know we should!!!
The sun is up
I'm so fizzy I could burst!
You wet through and me headfirst
Into this is perfect
It's all I ever wanted
Ow! it feels so big it almost hurts!
Never guessed it got this good
Wondered if it ever would
Really didn't think it could
Do it some more? I know we should!!!
Say it will always be like this
The two of us together
It will always be like this
Forever and ever and ever...
Never guessed it got this good
Wondered if it ever would
Really didn't think it could
Do it all the time? I know that we should!!!
