(One, two, three) 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
by Sanderlei Silveira - 26/03/2023
(One, two, three) 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
[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 gettin' fuckin' tired
[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
(You make me do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
Apologies from my tongue
Never yours
Busy lapping from a 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 guise
[Pre-Chorus]
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]
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
[Bridge]
All day, every day: Therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then a virgin nurse, and 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, and 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]
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, and 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 crackin' (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
(A hAon, a Dó, Trí) Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag crochadh! Mar sin daingean
Chun an rópa a bhfuil mé ag crochadh air 'as. As an oileán seo?
Plean éalaithe a bhí anseo (ba phlean éalaithe é seo)
Uainiú cúramach air. Mar sin lig dom imeacht! Agus tumadh isteach sna tonnta thíos
[Réamh-chorr]
Cé a bhíonn ag claonadh na n -úlloird?
Cé a shocraíonn suas na beanna?
Céasadh mothúchánach
Ó cheann do bhord ard
A fhaigheann an t -uisce
Ón Spring Mountain Rocky?
Agus siúl ar ais síos arís
Chun do chuid focal agus a sting géar a bhrath?
Agus tá mé gettin 'fuckin' tuirseach
[Cór]
Tá na ribeadáin i mo shúile ag pléascadh
Dá bhfaigheadh ár ngrá bás, an é sin an rud is measa?
Do dhuine éigin shíl mé gurbh é mo Slánaitheoir é
Is cinnte go gcuireann tú go leor saothair orm a lán saothair a dhéanamh
Tá an craiceann calloused ar mo lámha crackin '
Má chríochnaíonn ár ngrá, an rud dona é sin?
Agus cuireann an tost isteach ar ár seomra leapa
Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh
[Iar-Chorus]
(Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh)
[Véarsa 2]
Leithscéal ó mo theanga
Ná mise riamh
Gnóthach ag rádáil ó chupán ag sileadh
Agus ag sá le do fhorc
Tá a fhios agam gur fear cliste thú (tá a fhios agam gur fear cliste thú)
Agus armáil
An neamhinniúlacht bhréagach
Tá sé ceannasach faoi guise
[Réamh-chorr]
Dá mbeadh iníon againn
Ba mhaith liom féachaint uirthi agus ní fhéadfainn í a shábháil
An céasadh mothúchánach
Ó cheann do bhord ard
Dhéanfadh sí an rud a mhúin tú di
Bhuail sí leis an gcinniúint éadrócaireach céanna
Mar sin anois tá mé ag rith
Mar sin is féidir liom an botún seo a chealú
Ar a laghad tá mé ag iarraidh iarracht
[Cór]
Tá na ribeadáin i mo shúile ag pléascadh
Dá bhfaigheadh ár ngrá bás, an é sin an rud is measa?
Do dhuine éigin shíl mé gurbh é mo Slánaitheoir é
Is cinnte go gcuireann tú go leor saothair orm a lán saothair a dhéanamh
Tá an craiceann calloused ar mo lámha crackin '
Má chríochnaíonn ár ngrá, an rud dona é sin?
Agus cuireann an tost isteach ar ár seomra leapa
Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh
[Droichead]
Gach lá, gach lá: Teiripeoir, Máthair, Maid
Nymph, ansin altra maighdean, agus seirbhíseach
Just a aguisín, beo chun freastal air
Ionas nach dtógfaidh sé méar riamh
Meaisín leanbh is fiche is fiche
Mar sin is féidir leis a bhrionglóidí fál picéad a mhaireachtáil
Ní gníomh grá é má dhéanann tú í
Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh
Gach lá, gach lá: Teiripeoir, Máthair, Maid
Nymph, ansin maighdean, altra, agus seirbhíseach
Just a aguisín, beo chun freastal air
Ionas nach dtógfaidh sé méar riamh
Meaisín leanbh is fiche is fiche
Mar sin is féidir leis a bhrionglóidí fál picéad a mhaireachtáil
Ní gníomh grá é má dhéanann tú í
Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh
[Cór]
Tá na ribeadáin i mo shúile ag pléascadh (an lá ar fad, gach lá: Teiripeoir, Máthair, Maid)
Dá bhfaigheadh ár ngrá bás, an é sin an rud is measa? (Nymph, ansin maighdean, altra, agus seirbhíseach)
Do dhuine a shíl mé a bhí i mo shlánaitheoir (ach aguisín, beo chun freastal air)
Is cinnte go gcuireann tú go leor saothair orm (ionas nach dtógfaidh sé méar riamh)
Is é an craiceann callous ar mo lámha crackin '(meaisín leanbh is fiche)
Má chríochnaíonn ár ngrá, an rud dona é sin? (Ionas gur féidir leis a bhrionglóidí fál picéad a chaitheamh amach)
Agus cuireann an tost isteach ar ár seomra leapa (ní gníomh grá é má dhéanann tú í)
Cuireann tú orm an iomarca saothair a dhéanamh