Paris Paloma - labour lyrics

[Paris Paloma - labour lyrics]

(One, two, three)

Why are you hangin' on so tight
To the rope that I'm hangin' from
Off this island? This was an escape plan
(This was an escape plan) carefully timed it
So let me go and dive into the waves below

Who tends the orchards?
Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture
From the head of your high table
Who fetches the water
From the rocky mountain spring?
And walk back down again
To feel your words and their sharp sting?
And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died
Would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour

(You make me do too much labour)

Apologies from my tongue never yours
Busy lapping from flowing cup
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man
(I know you're a smart man) and weaponise
The false incompetence
It's dominance under guise

If we had a daughter
I'd watch and could not save her
The emotional torture
From the head of your high table
She'd do what you taught her
She'd meet the same cruel fate
So now I've gotta run
So I can undo this mistake
At least I've gotta try

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died
Would that be the worst thing?
For somebody I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour

The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
(All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died
Would that be the worst thing?
(Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
For somebody I thought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
(So that he never lifts a finger)
The callous skin on my hands is crackin'
(Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
You make me do too much labour

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About the song Paris Paloma - labour

Listeners of Paris Paloma eagerly awaited the release of her latest single, "Labour," which finally dropped on March 23, 2023. Upon its release, those who heard it were blown away by the powerful and emotional elements of the song. The lyrics, with their message of female empowerment, resonated deeply with many who felt a sense of ancestral rage. The haunting and beautiful music, combined with the visually stunning music video, left listeners in awe.

Many praised Paris for her bravery in tackling such a relevant and important topic, and the song quickly became a feminist anthem for 2023. The vocals were described as powerful and haunting, and the instrumentals were praised for their ability to evoke strong emotions. The comparison to Persephone in the video was also well received.

People were moved to tears by the song's powerful message, with some saying they felt like they were a part of a revolution. The song was described as a masterpiece, with some saying it was a work of art that would be remembered for generations.

Those who heard "Labour" couldn't get enough of it, with many saying they would be playing it on repeat for months. Some even compared it to other powerful works of art, such as the Hunger Games series and Hozier's "Eat Your Young." The wait for the full song was well worth it, with listeners saying it exceeded their expectations and left them with goosebumps.

Paris Paloma's "Labour" is a powerful and emotional work of art that left listeners in awe. The song's message of female empowerment, combined with its haunting and beautiful music, makes it a must-listen for anyone who appreciates powerful music with a meaningful message.

The song paints a picture of a relationship where the protagonist is feeling overwhelmed and burdened by the demands placed on them. The person they are in a relationship with is described as demanding and taking advantage of their partner. The protagonist is feeling the effects of this, with the capillaries in their eyes bursting and their hands becoming calloused from all the work they are doing. The song also touches on themes of gender roles, with the protagonist being forced into the role of a therapist, mother, maid, nymph, virgin, nurse, and servant, while their partner is living out their picket fence dreams. The chorus repeats the refrain that the protagonist is doing too much labor and the relationship is not an act of love.

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