Andrea Gibson — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Swing Set
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Paroles
«Are you a boy or a girl?»
he asks, staring up at me in all three feet of his pudding face grandeur,
and I say «Dylan,
you’ve been in this class for three years and you still don’t know if I’m a boy
or a girl?»
«Uh-uh.»
«Well, at this point, I don’t really think it matters, do you?»
«Uhm, no.
Can I have a push on the swing?»
And this happens every day.
It’s a tidal wave of kindergarten curiosity rushing straight for the rocks of
me, whatever I am.
In the class, when we discuss the Milky Way galaxy, the orbit of the Sun around
the Earth or whatever.
Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, and kids, do you know that some of the stars we see when
we look up in the sky are so far away, they’ve already burned out?
What do you think of that?
Timmy?
«Uh my mom says that even though you got hairs that grow from your legs,
and the hairs on your head grow short and poky, and that you smell really bad,
like my dad, that you’re a girl.»
«Thank you, Timmy.»
And so it goes.
On the playground, she peers up at me from behind her pink power puff
sunglasses and then asks, «Do you have a boyfriend?»
And I say no, and she says «Oh… do you have a girlfriend?»
And I say «No, but if by some miracle, twenty years from now, I ever finally do,
then I’ll definitely bring her by to meet you. How’s that?»
«Okay. Can I have a push on the swing?»
And that’s the thing.
They don’t care.
They don’t care. Us, on the other hand.
My father sitting across the table at Christmas dinner, gritting his teeth over
his still-full plate, his appetite raped away by the intrusion of my haircut,
«What were you thinking? You used to be such a pretty girl!»
Frat boys, drunken, screaming, leaning out of the windows of their daddys' SUVs,
«Hey! Are you a faggot or a dyke?»
And I wonder what would happen if I met up with them in the middle of the night.
Then of course there’s always the somehow not-quite-bright enough fluorescent
light of the public restroom, «Sir! Sir, do you realize this is the ladies'
room?»
«Yes, ma’am, I do,
it’s just that I didn’t feel comfortable sticking this tampon up my penis in
the men’s room.»
But the best, the best is always the mother at the market, sticking up her nose
while pushing aside her daughter’s wide eyes, whispering «Don't stare,
it’s rude.»
And I want to say, «Listen, lady, the only rude thing I see is your paranoid
parental hand pushing aside the best education on self that little girl’s ever
gonna get,
living with your Maybelline lipstick after hips and pedi kiwi, vanilla-smelling
beauty;
so why don’t you take your pinks and blues, your boy-girl rules and shove them
in that car with your fucking issue of Cosmo,
because tomorrow, I start my day with twenty-eight minds who know a hell of a
lot more than you.
And if I show up in a pink frilly dress, those kids won’t love me any more,
or less.»
«Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?»
And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.
Traduction des paroles
Ensuite, bien sûr, il y a toujours le fluorescent en quelque sorte pas assez brillant
la lumière des toilettes publiques, de «Monsieur! Monsieur, vous réalisez que ce sont les dames'
chambre?»
«Oui, madame, je ne,
c'est juste que je ne me sentais pas à l'aise de coller ce tampon dans mon pénis
les hommes la pièce.»
Mais le meilleur, le meilleur est toujours la mère au marché, coller son nez
tout en écartant les grands yeux de sa fille, chuchotant " ne regarde pas,
c'est grossier.»
Et je veux dire, «Écoutez, Madame, la seule chose grossière que je vois est votre paranoïaque
main parentale repoussant la meilleure éducation sur soi que cette petite fille ait jamais
gonna get,
vivre avec votre rouge à lèvres Maybelline après les hanches et le kiwi pedi, odeur de vanille
beauté;
alors pourquoi ne prendrais-tu pas tes roses et tes bleus, tes règles garçon-fille et les fourre-les
dans cette voiture avec ton putain de problème de Cosmo,
parce que demain, je commence ma journée avec vingt-huit esprits qui connaissent un enfer
beaucoup plus que vous.
Et si je me présente dans une robe à froufrous Rose, ces enfants ne m'aimeront plus,
ou moins.»
"Hey, êtes-vous un garçon ou un-peu importe, puis-je avoir une poussée sur la balançoire?»
Et un jour, quand on sera grands, tout sera aussi simple.