labour

• (bkz: labor)
• amerikan ing.'de labor olan kelimenin ^*brit hali
  (bkz: behaviour)(bkz: honour)^*
• (bkz: labour of love)
• ingiltere'de^* tam adı "labour party" olan işçi partisi'nin günlük dilde kullanılan adı.
  
  alıştırmalar:
  
  - how did you vote in the last elections?
  + i voted labour.
  
  - who dragged us into war in iraq?
  + labour did.
• bolca (bkz: feminist rage) iceren harika bir paris paloma sarkisi.
  
  sarkinin su kismi mars olacak kadar guzeldir:
  
  all day, every day
  therapist, mother, maid
  nymph then a virgin
  nurse than a servant
  just an appendage, live to attend him
  so that he never lifts a finger
  twenty-four seven 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
• evlilik denince aklıma gelen şeyleri anlatan ve bu kadar gerçek oluşuyla beğenimi kazanan şarkı. en iyi evlilikte bile kadının rolü budur. şartlar biraz daha hafif olabilir yalnızca.
  
  "it's not an act of love if you make her"
• paris paloma'nın güzide şarkısı.
  
  sözleri:
  
  why are you hanging on so tight
  to the rope that ı'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 ı'm getting fucking tired
  the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
  
  ıf our love died, would that be the worst thing?
  for somebody ı thought was my saviour
  you sure make me do a whole lot of labour
  
  the calloused skin on my hands is cracking
  ıf 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
  ı know you're a smart man (ı know you're a smart man), and weaponise
  the false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise
  ıf we had a daughter, ı'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 ı've gotta run, so ı can undo this mistake
  at least ı've gotta try
  the capillaries in my eyes are bursting
  
  ıf our love died, would that be the worst thing?
  for somebody ı thought was my saviour
  you sure make me do a whole lot of labour
  the calloused skin on my hands is cracking
  
  ıf 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
  
  ıt'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
  
  ıt's not an act of love if you make her
  you make me do too much labour
  
  all day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
  (the capillaries in my eyes are bursting)
  nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant
  (ıf our love died, would that be the worst thing?)
  just an appendage, live to attend him
  (for somebody ı thought was my saviour)
  
  so that he never lifts a finger
  
  (you sure make me do a whole lot of labour)
  24-7, baby machine
  (the calloused skin on my hands is crackin')
  so he can live out his picket fence dreams
  (ıf our love ends, would that be a bad thing?)
  ıt's not an act of love if you make her
  (and the silence haunts our bed chamber)
  you make me do too much labour
• labour emek demek değil mi? biz buna niye işçi partisi diyoruz?
• paris paloma şarkısı
  
  şarkıdaki kelime oyunları da çok iyi yapılmış. mesela "labour" dan kastı hem çok iş hem de çok doğum yaptırması kadına. "never lifts a finger" kısmı kılını bile kıpırdatmasın diye ama aynı zamanda fiziksel şiddet uygulamasın da demek.
• şarkının özellikle son 50 saniyesi efsane değil mi ya? dereceli olarak yükseliyor, sözler birbirine karışmaya başlıyor. ne güzel vermiş o haklı isyanı, siniri, duyguyu... tüylerimi diken diken etti.
  
  labour