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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Mar 23, 2023 ^^
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The feelings it makes me feel. All the women who walked before me, what they had to bare. I think about my grandma, who was forced to marry when she just turned 18 and couldnāt study, which she always regretted. I think of my other grandma, who had to take care in every aspect of my grandpa and totally put on a hold her life. I think of my mom, when she started to work as a researcher and all her male colleagues looked her down. And I think about my self, all the time Iāve been considered just a āmissā, a ālittle girlā a āyoung ladyā. Nonetheless, how proud I am to be a woman.
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LYRICS:
Why are you hanging on
So tight?
To the rope that I'm hanging from
Off this island
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 comes 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 saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
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 labour
Apologies from my tongue
And never yours
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
And stabbing me 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 that I thought was my saviour
You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
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 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
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
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
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
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 than a servant)
For somebody that 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 callous skin on my hands is cracking
(Twenty-four seven 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
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as someone who has been groomed by many people in my life, including people very close to me, i cant listen to this without crying. feeling like a slave and a servant, not only physically but in my own mind, blaming myself whenever any of them put their hands on me, feeling like an object.....
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This song means so much to me. I was the eldest daughter. I watched the rot in our family slowly destroy me and my little brothers. I carry so much guilt for what I couldn't do for them at the time, and I cry when I let myself think about who they were forced to become, when it was NEVER my job.
I carried the weight of a destroyed life on my shoulders and had to keep my mouth sewn shut to protect people that should have protected me.
My heart goes out to all the mothers, sisters, best friends, and daughters who have had so much weight shoved onto them for so long. You're all incredibly powerful, and selfless, and I think it's beautiful. I think that you should be more appreciated.
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@eptck
1 year ago
the inclusion of child voices is what really got me . the fact that child marriage is still legal in many places . the eldest daughters parentified and made to take care of their siblings and even their own parents . right in the feels
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