Paris Paloma is now

by | Jul 11, 2023 | Articles, Music

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Paris Paloma finds her way onto Durham Cool thanks to the Station for Innovation, WICB Ithaca College radio station, spinning the estimable track “Labour.”  It would be an understatement to say that we were mildly impressed by the first chords, choral blended backup vocals, and an acoustic strumming rhythm-determined vocal.  Wow.  And then the lyrical tour de force. Who is this new artist?   As it turns out, only to us as she had already accumulated an impressive following on TikTok, YouTube, and anywhere that matters. Currently 22 years of chronological age, yet centuries of wisdom.  Equal parts Past life channeling and the calming effects of the Derbyshire natural surroundings. Whatever the muse, Paris is already charting a Kate Bush-like arc through the turmoil of love, marriage, and female servitude.

The bridge of Paris Paloma’s ‘Labour’ is a moment of true catharsis. Depicting a tale of a woman that has been forced into taking on all the emotional labour in a relationship, the folk-pop tune slowly unravels over gossamer instrumentals, before erupting into a powerful chant: “All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid / Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant”. By the time we reach the peak of the chorus – “It’s not an act of love if you make her / You make me do too much labour,” Paloma repeats – the song has asserted itself as a genuine rallying cry. ‘Labour’ has evolved into a bonafide hit: it recently reached the Top 30 in the UK charts, has racked up over 35 million streams on Spotify alone, and soundtracked over 40,000 TikTok videos. “It’s become something that’s a lot bigger than me,” Paloma says of the track’s continued success. The Derbyshire-born artist is Zooming in from a family weekend away in Cheltenham, chatting to NME on a sun-drenched Friday afternoon. “That’s one of the highest honours as a songwriter that you could have to happen with a song; because as a person, you’re quite small, but songs can become very big.”
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Paris Paloma

Paris Paloma – the fruits [Official Video]

 

Credits:
Director: Adam Othman
Producer: Giulia Lopes
Movement Director: Léa Anderson
DOP: Theo Brinch
Assistant Camera: Marco Caleca
Gaffer: Tupac Carroll
Behind the Scenes: Jamal Thomas
Art Director: Abbie Cornwell
Styling Assistant: Rebecca Mazzu
Dancers: Erin Carey, Elettra Giunta, Anouk Jouanne, Scilla Rajalin, Alina Sakko and Pia Wäbs
Production Company: Água Viva Pictures
Special thanks to David Fernandez, High Plateau Productions

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Lyrics:
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 savior
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

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