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Postpartum

by ANGHARAD

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This song will be more useful and educational than a 6 week ante-natal class.

It's about the uglier side of childbirth and early motherhood - the things they don't tell you. It's about the effects of childbirth on a woman’s body, physically and mentally, and in particular the acute loss of identity we feel when we bring life into the world.

If only I had this song to listen to before becoming a mother for the first time, I think I would have been a bit more prepared about what was to come!

If you didn’t know about cluster feeding, the hair loss, Mothers Thumb and that first shit, then let this song educate you. It’s not all cute and fluffy, and it’s time we open up about this.

“I’m a prisoner to the sofa, and I’ve lost what makes me me, it true that all I am, is a mother to my baby?” Is a genuine cry of desperation about losing one’s identity.

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Postpartum

Chorus
I’m exhausted and I’m broken
Exhausted and I’m broke
I’m exhausted and I’m broken
Get off my tits.

My tits are like two canon balls
Explosive lumps of flesh and milk
They weigh me down and pull my neck
Like giant knuckles on my chest.

Let me eat and let me sleep
And fucking let me piss in peace
Let me swing my arms around
And have the use of both my hands.

I pull out clumps of hair each day
Down the plug it flows away
Swathes of the stuff on the bathroom tiles
No time to clean, it’ll have to stay.

The torment of the tendons
in my hands, I had no clue
But Mothers Thumb’s the real deal
Bloody hell, who knew?!

Chorus

I’m tender and I’m fragile
Too scared to take a shit
What if I tear apart again
Jesus Chris, that would be it.

I’m a prisoner to the sofa
And I’ve lost what makes me me
Is it true that all I am
Is a mother to my baby.

Chorus

Achieve nothing and survive
Is the moto of the day
This is how it is right now
For how long, I cannot say.
For how long, I cannot say.
For how long, I cannot say.

I’m exhausted…
And I’m broke…
I’m exhausted…
And I’m broken.

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released June 6, 2023
Written by Angharad Jenkins
Arranged by Aeddan Williams
Engineered/mixed by Samuel Barnes
Mastered by Charlie Francis
Performed by Angharad Jenkins, Aeddan Williams, Michael Blanchfield, John Close, Alex Burch, Joe Northwood, Rachel Head, Ted Smith

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ANGHARAD Swansea, UK

ANGHARAD is the alt-pop project of Angharad Jenkins, a singer, songwriter, and fiddle player from Swansea, south Wales.

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