Labour
Paris Paloma Lyrics
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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 that we'd 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 getting fucking tired
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
For somebody that I thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole lot of labor
The callous 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 labor
(You make me do too much labor, labor)
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 weaponize the false incompetence
It's dominance under a 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 that I thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole lot of labor
The callous 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 labor
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse than 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 labor
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse than 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 labor
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
For somebody that I thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole lot of labor
The callous 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 labor
In "Labour" by Paris Paloma, the singer discusses a seemingly unhealthy relationship in which the partner has become controlling and demanding. The lyrics paint a picture of a partner who expects the singer to do everything for them, while also emotionally manipulating them. The opening lines question why the partner is so desperate to cling onto the singer, despite clearly seeing them struggling.
The chorus repeats the idea that the singer is doing too much labor for the relationship, physically and emotionally. The metaphor of the capillaries in the eyes bursting suggests literal strain on the body, demonstrating the toxic toll of the relationship. The singer also points out that despite their partner being someone they initially thought of as their savior, they have now become a source of emotional and physical labor, causing the singer to feel like they are cracking under the pressure.
The second verse introduces the idea of a potential daughter and how the partner's behavior would continue down the family line, causing the same emotional torture for generations. The final verse discusses the perpetuation of traditional gender roles, highlighting how the singer feels like they are being treated as nothing more than a servant, performing labor all day, every day. Overall, the song can be seen as an exploration of toxic relationships and the emotional burden they can place on individuals.
Line by Line Meaning
Why are you hanging on
So tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Off this island?
Questioning why the person is tightly holding onto the rope of their escape plan
This was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it so that we'd go
And dive into the waves below
Confirming that the situation was an escape plan and it was executed with precision
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
Asking who takes care of things while the person is emotionally tortured and constantly belittled, feeling exhausted from all the labor
The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
If our love died would that be the worst thing?
For somebody that I thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole lot of labor
The callous 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 labor
Expressing the physical toll and emotional exhaustion of being in a relationship where the person feels like their worth is only in their labor and questioning whether the relationship would be better off ending
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 weaponize the false incompetence
It's dominance under a guise
Pointing out the uneven distribution of apologies and the manipulative behavior of the other person who uses their intelligence to make the person feel incompetent and maintain power
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
Acknowledging the potential harm to a hypothetical daughter if the relationship continued and the urgency to escape and undo the mistake of staying in the relationship
All day, every day
Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph then a virgin, nurse than 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 labor
Listing the roles and expectations placed on the person as a result of the relationship, feeling like an object that serves the other person's needs and desires without regard for their own well-being
Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Paris Paloma
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@patternrecon5271
Loxist subversion
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@LordOfTheUnderworld
Its like a post i read once going something like this:
Its between a human and a werewolf
Human: "How can you not be angry?"
Werewolf: "I am angry," the werewolf said. "But unlike you, I dont have the luxury of showing it without being called a monster. Without someone taking it as a sign of proof that i needed to be put down like a rabid dog"
H: "But everyone gets angry... Thats human."
W: "Up until the point when you're not human"
Its an amazing metaphor for anyone that is othered by society. When a woman is angry, shes called intolerant. When a dog bites, its called rabid.
No one asks why the woman was angry, or why the dog bit. Even though they had all the right to be angry, no one cares.
@aubryellaotero1064
The part about having a daughter and being afraid that sheβll meet the same fate is a true terror that keeps me up at night
@namtellectjoonal7230
yup....one of the reasons I don't want children
I don't wanna bring a child into this ugly world that will treat them unjustly and then turn around and blame them for not being able to keep up
@maca6630
I understand you. I have three daughters and I raise them so that they know how to claim their place in the world, but I will always want to raise a boy in feminism. They need to know that they're born with a privilege we don't have.
@anonaweaver9741
Couldnβt imagine because I was the oldest of 3 girls. Then had 2 boys. Stopped before we did have a girl
@desireeluciano
I totally understand
@aubryellaotero1064
The sad part is I have a wonderfully fantastic and amazing man who takes care of me now butβ¦. It took so long. Just to find someone who truly respects me. Been through so much abuse at the hands of men to get me to this point that I really donβt see any woman being able to completely escape the violence her whole life.
@user-gb6dz6dh4l
βItβs not an act of love if you make herβ sends chills down my spine π
@van_ol1056
Literally, so many misogynistic men justify giving women all the domestic chores bc it's a "love language". And men's only love language is somehow always physical touch, never service
@Rebekah_withanH
β@@van_ol1056 the love languages thing was invented by an Evangelical pastor
@SummerSun-sg3wf
And yet they never touch you to control you