Why are you hanging on?
So tight
To the road that I'm headed from
Off this island
by Sanderlei Silveira - 24/03/2023
Why are you hanging on?
So tight
To the road that I'm headed 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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus 1]
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 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus 1]
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 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
[Bridge]
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
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
[Chorus 2]
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 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
Nega osib qo'yayapsiz?
Juda qattiq
Men yo'ldan ketayotgan yo'lga
Bu oroldan tashqarida
Bu qochish rejasi edi
(Bu qochish rejasi edi)
Ehtiyotkorlik bilan vaqt belgilangan
Shunday qilib, biz ketdik
Va quyida to'lqinlarga sho'ng'ing
[Xordan oldin]
Kim bog'larni siqadimi?
Juftlarni kim tuzatadi?
Hissiy qiynoq
Sizning yuqori stolingiz boshidan
Kim suvni olib keladi?
Rokki tog 'bahoridan
Va yana pastga qarab yurasizmi?
So'zlaringizni va ularning o'tkir stingini his qilish
Va men charchadim
[Xor 1]
Ko'zlarimdagi kapillyarlar portlashmoqda
Agar bizning sevgimiz vafot etsa, bu eng yomoni bo'ladimi?
Kimdir mening Najotkorim deb o'yladim
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilishimga ishonasizmi
Qo'llarimdagi rangli teri yorilib ketadi
Agar bizning sevgimiz tugasa, bu yomon narsa bo'ladimi?
Va sukunat bizning to'shagimiz kamerasini boshladi
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilyapsiz
[2-oyat]
Tilimdan uzr so'raymiz
Va hech qachon sizniki
Oqayotgan stakandan gavjum lapping
Va meni vilkalar bilan pichoqlash
Men aqlli odamsiz
(Men siz aqlli odamsiz)
Va soxta qobiliyatsizlikni qurollantirish
Bu niqob ostida hukmronlik
Agar bizda qizi bo'lsa
Men uni qo'riqlay olmayman va saqlay olmadim
Hissiy qiynoq
Sizning yuqori stolingiz boshidan
U siz unga o'rgatgan narsani qiladi
U bir xil shafqatsiz taqdirni uchratadi
Endi men yugurishim kerak
Shuning uchun men bu xatoni bekor qila olaman
Hech bo'lmaganda men sinab ko'raman
[Xor 1]
Ko'zlarimdagi kapillyarlar portlashmoqda
Agar bizning sevgimiz vafot etsa, bu eng yomoni bo'ladimi?
Kimdir mening Najotkorim deb o'yladim
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilishimga ishonasizmi
Qo'llarimdagi rangli teri yorilib ketadi
Agar bizning sevgimiz tugasa, bu yomon narsa bo'ladimi?
Va sukunat bizning to'shagimiz kamerasini boshladi
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilyapsiz
[Ko'prik]
Kun bo'yi, har kuni
Terapevt, onasi, xizmatkor
Nymf, keyin bokira
Xizmatkorga qaraganda hamshira
Faqat qo'shimchani, yashash uchun yashash
U hech qachon barmog'ini ko'tarmaydi
Yigirma to'rt etti etti chaqalog' mashinasi
Shunday qilib, u piket panelini orzu qiladi
Agar siz uni qilsangiz, bu sevgi emas
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilyapsiz
Kun bo'yi, har kuni
Terapevt, onasi, xizmatkor
Nymf, keyin bokira
Xizmatkorga qaraganda hamshira
Faqat qo'shimchani, yashash uchun yashash
U hech qachon barmog'ini ko'tarmaydi
Yigirma to'rt etti etti chaqalog' mashinasi
Shunday qilib, u piket panelini orzu qiladi
Agar siz uni qilsangiz, bu sevgi emas
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilyapsiz
[Xor 2]
Ko'zlarimdagi kapillyarlar portlashmoqda
(Kun bo'yi, har kuni: terapevt, onasi, xizmatkor)
Agar bizning sevgimiz vafot etsa, bu eng yomoni bo'ladimi?
(O'sha paytda nymf), xizmatkorga qaraganda hamshira)
Kimdir mening Najotkorim deb o'yladim
(Faqat qo'shimchadir, unga tashrif buyurish uchun yashang)
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilishimga ishonasizmi
(Shuning uchun u hech qachon barmoqni ko'tarmaydi)
Qo'llarimdagi rangli teri yorilib ketadi
(Yigirma to'rt etti chaqalog' mashinasi)
Agar bizning sevgimiz tugasa, bu yomon narsa bo'ladimi?
(Shuning uchun u piket panjasi tushida yashashi mumkin)
Va sukunat bizning to'shagimiz kamerasini boshladi
(Agar uni qilsangiz, bu sevgi harakati emas)
Siz meni juda ko'p mehnat qilyapsiz