Showing posts with label Paris Paloma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris Paloma. Show all posts

June 9, 2024

คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง yeti Paris Paloma Chordza

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คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง yeti Paris Paloma Chordza


Our paths will never cross again
And that’s the way you wanted it
You never could care less about
The way we ended up
We swim in different circles now
I saw your tracks in snowy ground
And didn’t want to follow them
As you fell off the earth

Sightings few and far between
I have no words when they tell me
A figure spotted roaming in
The icy mountain wilds
There was a time I felt for you
Would collect these words like drops of dew
And savour on my tongue
In season dry

And I don’t know you
I used to like to pretend to
We’re nothing but myths now
That neither of us believe in

You hear how I achieved good ends
Out of the mouths of mutual friends
And shrug and raise your eyebrows
In the way you always have
And with that too they carry rumours of
When someone last saw my movements
A shadow treading through the willows
In the forest land
Messages that reach our ears
Are met with an indifference
I never thought I wouldn’t care about you

But here we are
Flung to earth’s corners far
We’re nothing but myths now
That neither of us believe in

My tongue’s forgotten how
To shape your name, the way it sounds
We’re nothing but myths now
That neither of us believe in

No muscle memory
No lingering taste
no persistent impulse
To pick up your trace

I left you no note
You left me no sign
Of where I plan to go
Of what you’ve gone to find

Sweet indifference
Gentle apathy
Wholesome, quiet dispassion
Restful neutrality

We’re nothing but myths now
That neither of us believe in
We’re nothing but myths now
That neither of us believe in



May 6, 2024

คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง labour Paris Paloma Chordza

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คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง labour Paris Paloma Chordza


Why are you hanging on
So tight
To the rope that I’m hanging from
Off this island
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 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
And weaponise
The false incompetence
It’s dominance under 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 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