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labour

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labour è stato pubblicato il 30 agosto 2024 da Nettwerk Music Group come parte dell'album Cacophony

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PANORAMICA

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Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Paris Paloma

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Paris Paloma

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Justin Glasco

Producer

Ryan Lipman

Mixing Engineer

Ted Jensen

Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]

Why are you hanging on so tight

To the rope that I'm hanging 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

[Verse 2]

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 getting fucking tired

[Chorus]

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 cracking

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)

[Verse 3]

Apologies from my tongue, and 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 a guise

[Verse 4]

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

[Chorus]

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 cracking

If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour

[Bridge]

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

24/7 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

[Bridge]

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

24/7 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

[Outro]

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 cracking

If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour

Written by: Paris Paloma

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