Paris Paloma-labour (cacophony) (speed up)
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- Опубликовано: 9 сен 2024
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► them: labour (created by me)
► picture credit: HBO (edited by me)
► song: labour (cacophony) by Paris Paloma
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#speedup #parispaloma #labour #targaryens #rhaenyratargaryen
ALL DAY EVERYDAY
THERAPIST, MOTHER, MAID, NYMPH, THEN A VIRGIN, NURSE THEN A SERVANT
JUST A APPENDIX, LIVE TO ATTEND HIM, SO THAT HE NEVER LIFTS A FINGER!!!
@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb24/7 BABY MACHINE, SO HE CAN LIVE HIS BIGGEST DREAMS
@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb 24/7 BABY MACHINE. SO HE CAN LIVE OUT HIS PICKET FENCE DREAMS.
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!
THE POWER AND ALL OF THE ANCESTRAL RAGE I HAVE HAS BEEN AWAKENED BY THIS SONGGGG
me after listening to the first 5 seconds: :o
MY GLORIOUS QUEEN RHAENRYA
hell YEAHHHH. this song is so empowering
it is!
WOMAN DESERVE BETTER💋💯
WE DONT CALL HER MOTHER NATURE FOR NOTHING.
WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED
IF DAEMON HAS NO HATERS IT'S BECAUSE I'M DEAD.
YES
The fact that you can hear kids singing this.
its crazy how kids have to sing this , what this song is about , probably had happened to them, its crazy to think. society is so messed up.
The fact u can hear kids singing it🙁..
The random strangling scene is so baffling to me. Book Rhaenyra never would've put up with it.
Book Daemon would have never done that in the first place
From 0:02 to 0:21 it just SLAYYYYYYYYS. (Edit:my comment got 9 likez ty
*LYRICS:*
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
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' fucking 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
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 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 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
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
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
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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 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
Thank you for making this, it is now my new favourite song its so good❤❤❤
rhaenyra :((
Best part 1:02
Why is this like slytherintok?♡
Don't bring harry potter into this topic pls..
@Itz_faith.13 I know what it's about I'm just saying it gives me the same vibes
@@Itz_faith.13bro? let her. us potterheads like to express our love everywhere. and harry potter movies also has trauma.
rhaenyra my poor girl