Cacophony, by Paris Paloma

Cacophony

by Paris Paloma

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1.	my mind (now) 02:56 video	lyrics	buy track
What did I do wrong Will you tell me What I did wrong What did I What did I do wrong Will you tell me What I did wrong What did I Was it a first offence? How long had you been harbouring that venom You could have used your words then You wanted them to hurt and so I let ‘em Never would I beseech you As some sadistic vengeance exercise To endure what you put me through I don’t think you would pull out on the other side I know you had a temper but I Guess I thought I was immune Felt is as you severed my mind Tore it all of the way through And I was strawberry picking You were gathering ammunition to use And the shrapnel digs in My mind has not been silent since you What did I do wrong Will you tell me What I did wrong What did I What did I do wrong Will you tell me What I did wrong What did I
2.	pleaser
3.	his land
4.	drywall 03:42 video	lyrics	buy track
He’s punching walls again Cohesive arguments evade him Eggshell temperament No emotional regulation Hysterical baby His gaze always evades me Doesn’t know he is paving The road for my escape way Every time I scratch another line I used to think of him a caring thing Knuckles on his drywall I’ve tried all Of the parenting Descent into hysterically Ripping into ribbons The things he knows he isn’t And severing ties Funny rationality What would positions in power be? Led by feelings that seemingly change hourly I’m floored you ever got there And when he snaps out of it He drones in monotone, on a power trip With tell-tale blood still running in his coward lips From raising strokes that he hopes I’ll cower in I used to think of him a caring thing Knuckles on his drywall I’ve tried all Of the parenting Descent into hysterically Ripping into ribbons All the things he knows he isn’t And severing ties Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Never making good on silent threats So that he knows that I have nothing Oh but he has nothing I used to think of him a caring thing Knuckles on his drywall I’ve tried all Of the parenting Descent into hysterically Ripping into ribbons All the things he knows he isn’t And severing ties I’m severing ties
5.	labour 03:57 video	lyrics	buy track
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 you 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? As 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 ended, would that be a bad thing? As the silence haunts our bed chamber 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
6.	boys, bugs, and men
7.	knitting song
8.	as good a reason 02:49 video	lyrics	buy track
I met a woman with lips so red A face so lined like spider webs I’ll always remember the things she said They were so wise, she opened my eyes and they’ll never close again Oh how she sighed when she stubbed her cigarette I felt compelled to enquire of her success How do you do how can you be so in love with yourself Tell me please cause I need help She said Every time you are succeeding There’s an old man somewhere, seething And spite’s as good a reason to take his power When you hate the body you are in Oh love, you’re acting just for him As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower Our fear it lines his pockets love So take that rage and bottle up And put a drop into his cup of wine You don’t need him, you don’t need me With that poisoned bottle you’ll be free But be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine I met a young girl with eyes so bright She was already getting sick of life Her arms were laden with his merchandise She asked me why I no longer try and waste my time and I said spite ‘Cause every time you are succeeding There's an old man somewhere seething And spite’s as good a reason to take his power When you hate the body you are in Oh love, you’re acting just for him As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower Our fear it lines his pockets love So take that rage and bottle up And put a drop into his cup of wine You don’t need him, you don’t need me With that poisoned bottle you’ll be free But be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine Be damn sure you don’t mix it up with mine I met a woman with lips so red Always remember the things she said
9.	triassic love song
10.	escape pod
11.	last woman on earth
12.	bones on the beach
13.	hunter
14.	the warmth
15.	yeti (feat. Old Sea Brigade) 04:12 video	lyrics	buy track
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

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releases August 30, 2024

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Paris Paloma London, UK

Paris Paloma is a 23 year old singer-songwriter from the UK.

shows

May 1

Hare & Hounds, Kings Heath

Birmingham, UK
May 2

The Caves

Edinburgh, UK
May 3

Pink Room, YES

Manchester, UK
May 5

Exchange

Bristol, UK
May 7

Islington Assembly Hall

London, UK
Jun 12

The Chapel

San Francisco, CA
Jun 14

The Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever

Los Angeles (LA), CA
Jun 20

The Basement East

Nashville, TN
Jun 22

The Sinclair

Cambridge, MA
Jun 23

The Atlantis

Washington, DC
Jun 26

Bowery Ballroom

New York (NYC), NY
Jul 12

Hyde Park

London, UK
Jul 19

North Byron Parklands

Byron Bay, NSW
Aug 16

Langs Akerselva

Oslo, Norway
Aug 23

Leeds Festival

Leeds, UK

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