Paris Paloma-labour (cacophony) (speed up)

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► them: labour (created by me)
► picture credit: HBO (edited by me)
► song: labour (cacophony) by Paris Paloma
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#speedup #parispaloma #labour #targaryens #rhaenyratargaryen

[@_-_Venus_-_]

ALL DAY EVERYDAY THERAPIST, MOTHER, MAID, NYMPH, THEN A VIRGIN, NURSE THEN A SERVANT

[@waterMELOWN-uq9rb]

JUST A APPENDIX, LIVE TO ATTEND HIM, SO THAT HE NEVER LIFTS A FINGER!!!

[@alishbajaved1224]

@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb24/7 BABY MACHINE, SO HE CAN LIVE HIS BIGGEST DREAMS

[@H3LUR]

@@waterMELOWN-uq9rb 24/7 BABY MACHINE. SO HE CAN LIVE OUT HIS PICKET FENCE DREAMS.

[@rorybetters]

24/7 BABY MACHINE, SO HE CAN LIVE OUT HIS PICKET FENCE DREAMS, IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE IF YOU MAKE HER!

[@H3arts4Kori]

YOU MAKE ME DO TOO MUCH LABOUR!

[@girlpanda9821]

me after listening to the first 5 seconds: :o

[@emo_lolz1013]

THE POWER AND ALL OF THE ANCESTRAL RAGE I HAVE HAS BEEN AWAKENED BY THIS SONGGGG

[@lucyc.3591]

MY GLORIOUS QUEEN RHAENRYA

[@readingbythemoon]

hell YEAHHHH. this song is so empowering

[@wolxfxgirl]

it is!

[@Raiclinn]

WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED

[@Ari12539]

WOMAN DESERVE BETTER💋💯

[@ani8251]

IF DAEMON HAS NO HATERS IT'S BECAUSE I'M DEAD.

[@Brooke-or5io]

YES

[@bluevioletandlilac]

The random strangling scene is so baffling to me. Book Rhaenyra never would've put up with it.

[@laura303]

Book Daemon would have never done that in the first place

[@infjelphabasupporter8416]

Rhaenyra: ... harder... Daemon: what? Rhaenyra: I said... He never told you?

[@lina-hr4vn]

@@infjelphabasupporter8416??

[@Whyulookin971]

The fact that you can hear kids singing this.

[@heartsywartsyyys]

its crazy how kids have to sing this , what this song is about , probably had happened to them, its crazy to think. society is so messed up.

[@itzbella_playz227]

*LYRICS:* 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 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 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' 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 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 Apologies from my tongue, 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 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 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 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 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, then 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 calloused skin on my hands is crackin' (24/7 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. *Pin, maybe?*

[@Itz_faith.13]

The fact u can hear kids singing it🙁..

[@Andutchperson]

From 0:02 to 0:21 it just SLAYYYYYYYYS. (Edit:my comment got 9 likez ty

[@MaeveGavriel]

rhaenyra :((

[@red123...1]

Thank you for making this, it is now my new favourite song its so good❤❤❤

[@SuzuRhae]

Best part 1:02

[@Me1_4_]

♥️

[@Animallover21-nk7vt]

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[@dulcetscreaming]

rhaenyra my poor girl