Paris Paloma - labour [LIVE at Tate Britain]

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'labour' filmed and performed at Tate Britain

Choir Director: Meg Brookes
Choir: London Contemporary Voices
Cellists: Jess Cox, Llinos Richards, Vicky Mathews

Director: Josh Sanger
Producers: Susannah Gerrard & Laurence Boakes
DOP: Matt Butler
Sound: Anthony Leung
Camera Asst. Lawrence Hughes

Thank you again to Tate for the use of the incredible space and supporting the message behind the song.

#parispaloma #labour #livemusic

[debsinpalmsprings]

This 70 yr old sister is so proud that our girls are aware at such a young age 💞

[riverdeep]

I bet the accoustics were killer in that building. Enough to give you goose bumps.

[cairothetiefling_]

Every. Single. Version. Of. This. Song. Is. GORGEOUS.

[marielemonnier]

The world needs a Paris Paloma - Hozier duet.

[mehlanie]

why is NO ONE talking about her voice? her execution is PERFECT

[zanedrake]

the way i INSTANTLY clicked when i saw this...

instant chills...

your music is amazing!

[coatknee]

“It’s not an act of love if you make her” are words that I desperately needed. Succinct, poignant, powerful, gutting. To my fellow One out of Threes, I see you and I’m with you.

[ThatOneNerdGirly]

Cacophony is rage, but so is this, this quiet, exhausted rage. Just beautiful.

[LmphLmph]

Absolutely beautiful version, each new edition of Labour is like the different emotions felt and described in the song itself. Hurt, anger, frustration, desperation, disappointment, and everything in between. This song has a power that can't be explained ❤

[snubnosedmonke]

i need this version on spotify its SOO GOOD, so haunting and soft yet still raging

[DeluluIsTheSolulu]

This is THE song of our generation. I love it so much.

[dyodoleu]

1:27 the way goosebumps was gradually building all over my body from my face to my toes as the words progressed

[Toxilyn]

This song fills me first with so much rage. Then that rage turns to power. It's stunning. It sends ripples through the world for every woman and feme-person who hears it.

[dallasflynn]

Oh to have been hiding behind a column listening at The Tate while you and these ethereal women performing LABOUR. I wouldn’t have known whether to cry or go screaming in the streets at the absolute oppression. 

You have created an anthem, @ParisPaloma
I am full of gratitude and awe when I hear this song.


Thank you to @TateBritain for allowing the use of their amazing building for this performance! ❤

[Randomstuff]

I LITERALLY WALKED PAST THE TATE MODERN TODAY BECAUSE OF UNI IN MILLWALL AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T HEAR THIS. I'M SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[Commenter]

Lyrics:

Why are you hanging on so tight
To the rope that I'm hanging 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 getting 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 cracking
If our love ended, would that be a bad thing?
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
You make me do too much labour

You make me do too much labour

Apologies from my tongue, and 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 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
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 virgin, nurse and 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 (the capillaries in my eyes)
Therapist, mother, maid (are bursting)
Nymph then virgin (if our love died)
Nurse and a servant (would that be the worst thing?)
Just an appendage (for somebody)
Live to attend him (I thought was my saviour)
So that (you sure make)
He never lifts a finger (me do a whole lot of labour)

24-7 (the calloused skin on)
Baby machine (my hands is crackin')
So he can live out (if our love ends)
His picket fence dreams (would that be a bad thing?)
It's not an act of love (and the silence)
If you make her (haunts our bed chamber)
You make me do too much labour

[sashal]

This song is such a phenomenal tribute to women. Beautiful and powerful. Heartbreaking and rousing. I can’t get enough of it.

[lynnmcduffie]

I kicked my Husband out after 39 years of Marriage, I found him an apartment then he was pissed that I didn't set the apartment up & decorate it.

[dyodoleu]

2:35 aaa that last labour was beautiful, it was so crisp

[PrincessInDTower]

I have no doubt in my mind I wouldn't have left my abuser as quickly as I did if I hadn't heard this song on TikTok and added it to my playlist. The chanting of "if our loved died, would that be a bad thing?" was pretty revolutionary to me at the time