The Dignity of Labour, Pt. 1 - The Human League

You said, you recall about seven years ago now You said, that you we're so tough And I loved it, oh Loved you for putting me down in a totally new way Down with, the bad old, sad old days (Get away now) But now, too much pain for too little gain And I feel like I'm gonna strike back right now Gonna withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart, yeah Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your cold heart Ain't gonna work for you no more Ain't gonna work, for you no more Ha, easy, I noticed you said it never was gonna be easy But not this hard You're so cold, so cold The romance goes when the promises break My mistake was to love you a little too much Gonna withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart, yeah Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart, baby now Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart, yeah Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your cold heart Ain't gonna work for you no more Ain't gonna work, for you no more I can't stand it, I said I just don't want it Never gonna need it, anyway yeah I can't stand it, I said I just don't want it Never gonna need it, anyway I don't want you, I don't need you I don't need your tricks and treats I don't need your ministration, your bad determination I've had enough of you, and your super-bad crew I don't need your, I don't need your Pseudo-satisfaction baby I can't stand it, I said I just don't want it Never gonna need it, anyway yeah I can't stand it, I don't want it I don't need your pseudo-satisfaction baby Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your heart Withdraw my labour of love Gonna strike for the right to get into your cold heart Ain't gonna work for you no more

These are not good goals I don't want to feel safe I'll never learn that way The kind of chaos I wish to convey In fine illuminations And a resting pace This is intensely flawed And bleeds its feelings through these seats Deliberate in each movement and pause Navigating weakness; with a dystopian loss Tiny lies; with a soft love I'd rather be alone Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough I'd rather be alone Tiny lies; with a soft love I'd rather be alone Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough I'd rather be alone I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her I cannot fix this I want to feel again My body's failing I need help

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'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 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? 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 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 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 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 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 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I 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 (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour

Finally had what I wanted You let go Shell of a ghost Makes you nothing but mist If hearing you hurts me I still hear your echo At least let me hold onto our kiss Why've i been fooled Got me targeting pain Out of the picture Like our love's been framed Found what you needed And left me this way Now all these moments Are blank again Falling Feeling Felt like im dreaming Calling Not speaking Oh why are you leaving

She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine Before the soldiers came The life was cheap on bread and wine And sharing meant no shame She is awakened by the screams Of rockets flying from nearby And scared she clings onto her dreams To beat the fear that she might die And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon The Lebanon Before he leaves the camp he stops He scans the world outside And where there used to be some shops Is where the snipers sometimes hide He left his home the week before He thought he'd be like the police But now he finds he is at war Weren't we supposed to keep the peace? And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon The Lebanon The Lebanon From the Lebanon I must be dreaming It can't be true I must be dreaming It can't be true And who will have won When the soldiers have gone? From the Lebanon The Lebanon The Lebanon From the Lebanon

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Listen to the voice of Buddha Saying stop your sericulture Little people like your offspring Boiled alive for some God's stocking Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting Just because the kid's an orphan Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying People don't forget this torture Just because you call her mother Doesn't mean that she's your better Once more with the voice of Buddha He'll say carry on your slaughter Who cares for the little children You may slice with no conviction Blind revenge on a blameless victim Listen to the voice of Buddha Saying stop your sericulture Who cares for the little children You may slice with no conviction Blind revenge on a blameless victim Listen to the voice of Buddha Listen to the voice of Buddha Listen to the voice of Buddha