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Labour
Paris Paloma Lyrics


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(One, two, three)

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

Overall Meaning

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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@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.



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@aubryellaotero1064

The part about having a daughter and being afraid that she’ll 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

Couldn’t 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 but…. 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 don’t see any woman being able to completely escape the violence her whole life.

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@user-gb6dz6dh4l

β€œIt’s not an act of love if you make her” sends chills down my spine 😭

@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

​@@van_ol1056 the love languages thing was invented by an Evangelical pastor

@SummerSun-sg3wf

And yet they never touch you to control you

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