These are Labour chords by Paris Paloma on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, and Keyboard.
[Verse 1]
Bm Em7
Why are you hanging on?
G
So tight
To the road that
A
I'm headed from
Bm
Off this island
This was an escape plan
Esus4 Em
(This was an escape plan)
G
Carefully timed it
A
So that we'd go
And dive into the
waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Bm D
Who tends the orchards?
G
Who fixes up the gables?
F#7
Emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
Who fetches the water?
G
From the rocky mountain spring
F#7
And walk back down again?
To feel your words and
G
their sharp sting
G
And I'm getting fcking tired
[Chorus]
Bm D
The capillaries in my eyes
are bursting
A7
If our love died, would
that be the worst thing?
Bm D
For somebody I thought
was my saviour
A7 A
You sure make me do a whole
lot of labour
Bm D
The callous skin on my hands
is cracking
G A
If our love ends, would
that be a bad thing?
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts
our bed chamber
G A
You make me do too
Bm
much labour
Bm Em G A
(you make me
do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
Bm Em
Apologies for my tone
G
And never yours
Asus4
Busy lapping from a flowing cup
Bm
And stabbing with your fork
I know you're a smart man
Em
(I know you're a smart man)
G
And weaponise the
A
false incompetence
Bm
It's dominance under a guise
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[Pre-Chorus]
Bm
If we had a daughter
G
I'd watch and could not save her
F#7
The emotional torture
Bm
From the head of your high table
D
She'd do what you taught her
G
She'd meet the same cruel fate
F#7
So now I've gotta run
G
So I can undo this mistake
G
At least I've gotta try
[Chorus]
Bm D
The capillaries in my eyes
are bursting
A7
If our love died, would
that be the worst thing?
Bm D
For somebody I thought
was my saviour
A7 A
You sure make me do a whole
lot of labour
Bm D
The callous skin on my hands
is cracking
G A
If our love ends, would
that be a bad thing?
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts
our bed chamber
G A
You make me do too
Bm
much labour
[Bridge]
Bm
All day, every day
Bm
Therapist, mother, maid
Bm
Nymph then a virgin
Bm
Nurse than a servant
Bm
Just an appendage,
live to attend him
Bm
So that he never
lifts a finger
Bm
Twenty-four-seven
baby machine
G A
So he can live out his picket
fence dreams
Bm
It's not an act of love
if you make her
G A
You make me do too
much labour
[Verse 3]
Bm
All day, every day
D
Therapist, mother, maid
G
Nymph then a virgin
A
Nurse than a servant
Bm
Just an appendage,
live to attend him
G A
So that he never lifts
a finger
Bm
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
G A
So he can live out his picket
fence dreams
Bm
It's not an act of
love if you make her
G A
You make me do too much labour
[Chorus]
Bm D
The capillaries in my eyes
are bursting.
(All day, every day,
therapist mother maid)
A7
If our love died, would
that be the worst thing?
(Nymph then a virgin,
nurse then a servant)
Bm D
For somebody I thought
was my saviour
(Just an appendage,
live to attend him)
A7 A
You sure make me do a whole
lot of labour
(so that he never
lifts a finger)
Bm D
The callous skin on my hands
is cracking
(Twenty-four-seven
baby machine)
G A
If our love ends, would
that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out
his picket fence dreams)
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts
our bed chamber
(It's not an act of
love if you make her)
G A Bm
You make me do too much labour