Cette chanson là vient de rejoindre la play-list de Salomé.
C'est elle qui m'a fait découvrir Paris Paloma, artiste britannique de 26 ans. Elle s'est fait connaître il y a 2 ans avec le single Labour, hymne féministe sur le travail domestique non rémunéré que les femmes ont été obligées d'effectuer à travers l'histoire.
Il a cartonné sur les réseaux (480 millions de streams, 11 milliards de vues). Sur Tik-Tok des femmes du monde entier ont lié la chanson à leurs propres expériences avec le sexisme...
Dans Good boy -sur laquelle intervient l'actrice Emma Thomson- elle détourne les codes de la manosphère, en détourne les codes, et fait un appel à l'unité et à la solidarité, loin des structures patriarcales.
Bon garçon ! Tu travailles exactement comme prévu
Tu as compris maintenant ? Tu ne comprendras jamais
Aucune récompense pour toutes tes défenses
Contre ton épidémie de solitude
Le clip, réalisé par Georgie Cowan-Turner, est aussi puissant que la chanson.
Good boy de Paloma Paris
I knew one day that I’d have to watch
Powerful men burn the world down
I just didn’t expect them to be such losers
I have never seen submission
Embodied half so well
As in the feeble competition
Between men with souls to sell
And I have never seen a guard dog
With less fearsome of a bite
Than with its tail between its legs
Found at the rich man’s side
Look at him, he’s sweating,
He’s sweating from the climb
Office worker, soldier, CEO
He’s bleeding and he’s blind
And I have never seen a creature
More pitiful than him
He drinks power like saltwater
All because he cannot swim
Mouths open
Servants of a higher power
They told him
“It's a staircase, it's a tower!”
Full circle
Wagging tails, wearing a collar
Poor madman that’s what happens
When you drink saltwater
Burned your tongue too early
And realised too late
The tragedy of losing
Everything you’ll never taste
The clearness of the river
The honey on her tongue
Door open to communion
Being your father’s son
And I would not expect you
To witness what we know
The songs sung in the dark times
The fire in the snow
We’ll be piling up our pyre
And you defend your lords
And we will have our joy
But it will never be yours
Mouths open
Servants of a higher power
They told him
“It’s a staircase, it's a tower!”
Full circle
Wagging tails, wearing a collar
Even the dogs know not to drink saltwater
Good boy!
You’re working exactly as intended
Has the penny dropped, you’re never gonna get it?
Unrewarded for all of your defending
From your loneliness epidemic
Good boy!
Has any of the money trickled down yet?
You say one day you’ll be rich, well tell me how then
Unpaid marketing department for the power
Good boy! Good boy!
Boy
Good boy!
Good boy!
Mouths open
(You’re working exactly as intended)
Servants of a higher power
(Has the penny dropped, you’re never gonna get it?)
They told him
(Unrewarded for all of your defending )
“It's a staircase, it's a tower!”
(From your loneliness epidemic)
Full circle
(Has any of the money trickled down yet?)
Wagging tails, wearing a collar
(You say one day you’ll be rich, well tell me how then)
Even the dogs know not to drink saltwater
(Unpaid marketing department for the power)
Good Boy!
Good Boy!
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