Meanings of "dirty laundry"
private matters whose public exposure brings distress and embarrassment (Merriam-Webster)
"dirty laundry" in lyrics
Let’s do this dirty laundry, this dirty laundry
When you’re soaked in tears for years, it never airs out
When you make pain look this good it never wears out
This dirty laundry, this dirty laundry
It hurts and it doesn't matter
How many words that hurt
And inappropriate gestures
How many mistakes, how much dirty laundry,
How many pieces to the puzzle
How many useless wars
Who gives you the right to close the door?
Who gives you the right to leave me alone?
After all I've done for you
you're throwing me in the dirty laundry like a shirt
like the smoke in unfinished cigarettes
Mrs. would prefer a second bathroom.
It will be a second bathroom.
The children come and go, loaded with dirty laundry.
It becomes a hotel the family home.
We’ve made an office from the small top floor room.
That I'm leaving without you
I know, yeah, that there's already ain't no stopping
Slow, slow hands
Back sweat dripping down the dirty laundry
No, no chance
That I'm leaving without you
I'm reminded how to find myself
Nickel and dime I think,
it's time to play some musical chairs.
Dirty laundry, what a wandering,
ask her if she cares.
I'll be yours and more,
Stardust in my left pocket,
Paintings of you, or well, some sketches
I will burn my dirty laundry before you can knock me down,
Before the furnace of our bodies calms and warms me
One man army, guns can't harm me
Young and army, worse than my Uncle Ronnie
Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me
I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry
Middle fingers flipped and censorship
Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship
I know you thought I was shaking fast in my own two shoes
But these soles, could fight the ocean waves,
Dirty laundry, and World War II.
Finally I see past my front hands,
You can cry wolf
But you know I ain't gonna be here tomorrow, oh no
I ain't fucking with you dirty, dirty, dirty laundry
Dirty laundry, dirty-dirty laundry
(ah) It's too late for apologies
I’m so jaded, frustrated
I can’t pretend, everything’s cool when you
Won’t talk to me, leave me dirty laundry
To mess up my life
Get your shit together ’cause it’s
Nobody's perfect, we've all lost and we've all lied
Most of us have cheated, the rest of us have tried
The holiest of holies even slip from time to time
We've all got dirty laundry hangin' on the line
So hoe your own row and raise your own babies
Stretch marks, varicose veins, crisis
As Lulu[fn]Lulu Santos is a brazilian singer and guitarist[/fn] would say: it's not always "so easy"
Resistance to us is a synonym of those women who breastfeed and at the same time need to handle the war, the tanks,
the dirty laundry, the life without softener
Bombs all the time in a random frame
which only leads to docks in a trial, not even caught up in the game!
all I know is that
we all have caused damage
we have to pay for,
and you don’t air your dirty laundry
but thanks god the cops never pointed the finger at my face[the Italian text should read « additata »[/fn]
even if I used to push drugs without ever missing
Love, pain, grief, problems
I forgot them, looking in front of me
Pulling out all troubles that hang on me
I throw them into the dirty laundry one by one
There's a world, and now, the taste of life
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
(Out to dry)
Baby you know that we don't gotta fight tonight
I promise in the morning everything will be alright, yeah
Let's hang all of our dirty laundry out to dry
I promise in the morning everything will be just fine
Because I never wanna talk on the phone
Same problems, growin' up in the danger zone
Nothing's changed, same story
Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry
Keep it in the streets, doin' all the work
And the men in the suits takin' all the coin]
If you need dirty laundry then here you go, that capitalist funk,
it doesn't even make me hard, the guy's just ?, that's why he screws it up,
and if you start to fight with us, you're poking your finger at fire,
He got hungry right after blowing.
Ahh, by looking at yesterday, today, tomorrow
I hid my face, eye, a few words like the bottom of a dirty laundry hamper.
Instead of left, to the right, my inside to my out
Right next to my bedside, I placed time bombs,
Sippin, Act', fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I'm in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)