#labour by Paris Paloma

[apinchofm]

And the silence haunts our bed chamber

You make me do too much labour

[alicent-archive]

alicent “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 labour” hightower

[athena-theunicorn]

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

[littlelioncub43]

🎶ALL DAY, EVERYDAY, 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 PICKETT FENCE DREAMS, IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER, YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOUR🎶

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

labour by paris paloma, great song, ive had it on repeat for hours now, but listen, listen, this amazing song? now imagine it being song by a whole choir

tell me that wouldnt be the most slapping shit, it would be so cool, so intense, the kind of thing that you listen to it and you almost start crying bc its just So Much in the best of ways

anyway, labour by paris paloma sung by a choir, thank for coming to my ted talk

[unrelentingrambling]

SONG OF THE DAY (13.04.2024)

LABOUR BY PARIS PALOMA

favourite lyircs:

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 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

[lieutenantdru]

tagged by @pisskinkdenial in a tag game to use this picrew and post the last song you listened to:

Tagging @booksquirmy and anyone whose notifications I regularly occur in. I'm shy; boss is the only one whose handle I immediately remembered because we're both consistent cross-platforms. And I'm shy.

[gameofthronedd]

Alicent and Shiv and Labour by Paris Paloma have permanently altered my brain chemistry and there's no fixing it.

[avatar216]

Rant: Labour By Paris Paloma

This might get me hate, but I’m not sure. So, I was listening to Labour by Paris Paloma and it just honestly rubbed me the wrong way. I think it’s because the video that shows a woman who is clearly upper-middle class in a historical setting where she would of most likely have had a few servants and even some slaves to take care of everything shown in the video is complaining. It feels disingenuous to me because all I can think is that the servants below stairs should be saying this to both of them. Like I said I doubt she or he gets the water or fixes the gables. Even if she wasn’t married she would still have to do menial  labor. Life ain’t free. Also, why not leave and if possible get a divorce? I get that’s what she's planning on doing, but why not sooner. Also, if they possibly already have a son, is she going to leave him behind with the husband who appears to be a drunkard as well as an abusive bastard? 

 I also think there is important context missing for the man because there is a huge difference between say working as a farmer/farm-hand or a gentleman farmer vs working in a trade like mining or millinery. I can definitely understand a guy coming home from something like that bone-deep tired and not wanting to do anything. Made worse if he came back from war and has trauma. A lot of men in England could not vote historically as well as women because they didn’t own enough or any land. Voting rights were dependent on land holdings. A day laborer could no more vote than his wife.  

Most women were more focused on surviving and living to care about how they were treated. We honestly have to understand that they would really not have known any different. Homemaking was the norm and to deviate meant you were a spinster and thus a burden on your relatives. A single woman would have to rely on the charity of family and friends, if they did not marry and have their own household. Marriage provided women with freedom and security they wouldn’t have otherwise. They could of course work as a maid, farm-hand, or tutor/governess, but those would not have necessarily paid well. I don’t even want to know why this needs to be said, but it does none the less. Women did not work alone to do all these things regardless of having servants. Women would work together to complete tasks like cooking and looming, which could and would bring in income as well. Child rearing was a community thing. Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, and older siblings would help look after the younger ones. Just look at William the conquerer and his wife Matilda, who had nine children.    

The video would make more sense if set in the post-war years of the late ‘40s/early ‘50s where the white picket fence dream was more of a thing and where your stereotypical housewife would be found since this type of wife is in fact a recent phenomenon because most couples would both bring in an income either through a dowry or funds made in the above mentioned ways. However, war rationing was still happening during these years in Britain. It lasted fourteen years in total. Also, the dream is an American one, so it’s kinda weird a Brit would want it. Marriage was not about love historically. It was more of a contract between families for economic and social status reasons. Often neither party got a say in it. It makes me wonder why the woman/women are not blaming their parents instead. In fact, England made it hard for people under 21 to just elope, so they would run away to Gretna Green. If this woman did run away with this man because she thought he would save her and so she could seemingly just kickup her feet and do nothing but instead he treats her like Cinderella, well that’s somewhat her fault. It kind of reminds me of my sister who has a man-child for a boyfriend who doesn’t do shit but yet begs her for money and makes her do everything, but it’s still her fault she’s in that relationship, but not that she gets treated like that.  

Why does it seem that people forget effective contraceptives are very recent things? So yes, a woman having sex historically would most likely get pregnant. A man pulling out is only about 80% effective. Condoms did exist but they didn’t really work well.  

I honestly don’t get why people are using this song for famous women who were badasses or cruel like Katherine of Aragon or Queen Bloody Mary Tudor. No one cares about lesser known badass women like Yolande of Aragon, who acted as regent of Provence during the minority of her son. She played a crucial role in the struggles between France and England as well. She helped fund Jeanne D’Arc {Joan of Arc}. Some of these women over shadowed their husbands like Catherine de’ Medici, wife of Henry II of France. I’m sorry this was so fucking long, but I had to get this out. Cross posting on Minds.com.                                   

[fallenangelontheceiling]

Bex, once she popped out Rupert's baby and he started treating her as even less than a prop: Alexa, play “Tolerate It” by Taylor Swift

[apinchofm]

YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOUR

[rainytownturtle]

things???

one of my favorite things to do when I start getting overwhelmed or overstimulated or underestimated: anyways when something feels off and everything is becoming too much; is to try and deprive my senses as much as possible (low light, headphones, door closed) and put a comfortable hoodie or just wrap myself in a safe material (blanket; could be weighted) and just try and recharge. Put on a really good stim song with a lot of vocals and magical musical elements and just press the headphones against my ears to more fully submerge in the music; become the notes and waves and colors... pure ecstasy.

[athena-theunicorn]

You made me do too much labor. All day, every day. Therapist, mother, maid. Nymph then a virgin. Nurse then a servant. Just an appendage, lift to attend him So that he never lifts a finger.

[littlelioncub43]

🎶IM GETTING FUCKING TIRED

CAPILLARIES IN MY EYES ARE BURSTING, IF OUR LOVE DIED WOULD THAT BE THE WORST THING? FOR SOMEONE WHO I THOUGHT WAS MY SAVIOR, 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🎶

[ruedeirdre18]

Song Interpretation pt. 1 ("Labour" by Paris Paloma)

"Labour" by Paris Paloma is a powerful and emotive song that explores the struggles of a person, women particularly, in a relationship where they feel overworked and underappreciated. The lyrics delve into themes of emotional manipulation, gender roles, and the pressure to conform to societal expectations. The song is a poignant reflection on the toll that toxic relationships can take on a person's mental and emotional wellbeing.

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 that we'd go

And dive into the waves below

This opening verse suggests that the narrator is in a difficult and potentially dangerous situation. The use of the metaphor of hanging from a rope off an island suggests that they are isolated and in need of rescue. The escape plan was carefully timed, indicating that the narrator had been planning to leave for some time. The reference to diving into the waves below suggests a willingness to take risks in order to escape the current situation.

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

This verse highlights the imbalanced power dynamic in the relationship, with the narrator performing all of the household tasks and feeling emotionally drained as a result. The reference to the "head of your high table" suggests that the partner holds a position of authority and control. The use of expletives adds emphasis to the narrator's frustration and exhaustion.

Chorus:

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

The chorus reflects the narrator's feelings of being overworked and underappreciated in the relationship. The use of vivid imagery, such as bursting capillaries and callous skin, suggests physical and emotional exhaustion. The questions about the value of the relationship and the partner's role as a supposed "savior" indicate doubts and concerns about the future of the relationship.

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 weaponize the false incompetence

It's dominance under a guise

This verse highlights the power imbalance in the relationship, with the partner taking advantage of the narrator's apologies and using their intelligence to manipulate the situation. The reference to "lapping from flowing cup" suggests a life of luxury and privilege for the partner, while the narrator is left to suffer the consequences of their actions. The use of the phrase "false incompetence" suggests that the partner may deliberately feign ignorance or incompetence in order to maintain control.

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

This verse expresses the narrator's deep concern for the potential consequences of the relationship on future generations. The mention of a daughter suggests the cycle of emotional torture and oppressive dynamics continuing if they were to have a child. The narrator acknowledges their powerlessness to save her from the same fate they have endured. The decision to run away is driven by a desire to break free from this harmful cycle and attempt to rectify the mistakes made in the relationship.

Chorus:

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

The chorus repeats, reinforcing the narrator's feelings of physical and emotional strain caused by the relationship. The bursting capillaries in their eyes and the callous skin on their hands serve as powerful symbols of the toll that the labor and emotional burden have taken on them. The questions raised about the value and consequences of the relationship indicate a growing realization that the current situation is unsustainable and detrimental to their well-being.

Outro:

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 outro confronts the societal expectations placed on the narrator, portraying them as being forced into various roles and responsibilities without receiving the love and appreciation they deserve. The lyrics depict a life of constant servitude, where the narrator is expected to fulfill every need and desire of their partner, sacrificing their own identity and dreams in the process. The repetition of the phrase "You make me do too much labor" underscores the overwhelming nature of the narrator's situation.

In short, "Labour" by Paloma Paris is a deeply introspective song that explores the themes of emotional labor, power dynamics, and the struggle to break free from oppressive relationships. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the narrator's exhaustion and frustration, highlighting the toll that an imbalanced and manipulative partnership can have on an individual's mental and emotional well-being. Through evocative imagery and heartfelt expressions, the song invites listeners to reflect on the importance of recognizing and addressing unequal dynamics in relationships.

Credits to this photo to the rightful owner.

You can suggest me a song by leaving a comment at the comment section. I'll be happy to interpret it and mention you ^^!

[ghostussy]

holy fucking hell if Labour by Paris Paloma does not come out right this second I'm going to go feral and bite a man