STRAWBERRY LEMONADE

moody, cinematic alternative rock with Americana, blues, and dream pop influences; sultry, breathy female vocals with heavy reverb and ghostly harmonies; before each chorus, the tempo slows and drifts into a dissociated, surreal state—drums fade, guitar and synths become hazy and reverby, vocals distant and dreamy; after the chorus, energy returns with a heavier wall of sound and shoegaze guitars; slow to medium tempo (84 bpm)

[chorus]
catch me at the trailer park
making strawberry lemonade (lemonade)
for my pretty babe, my somber yellow sun ray
shinin’ through the cracks in our tightly shut blinds
caught in the what-could-have-been and the why
never peace in the quiet (silence turns to riot)
find me singin' my trailer park blues
hips swaying, like i got nothin' left to lose
Guns & Roses on repeat, my baby-pink kite flying high in our purple trailer park skies

[verse 2]
there's not a man i’ve ever liked the way i do you
and i love you, you came in guns blazin'
crystal shinin’ white and blue
boy, you got my heart racin', like awaitin' on heaven

[chorus]
catch me at the trailer park
making strawberry lemonade (lemonade)
for my pretty babe, my somber yellow sun ray
shinin’ through the cracks in our tightly shut blinds
caught in the what-could-have-been and the why
never peace in the quiet 
silence turns to riot
find me singin my trailer trash blues 
hips swayin’, i got nothin' left to lose
Guns & Roses on repeat, my baby-pink kite flying high in our purple trailer park

[bridge]
give me a black eye, I'll bake you some cherry pie 
buy me bright pink orchids from the roadside stand
i pour you an ice-cold beer, get on my knees while you watch TV
(watch TV)
i’ll do whatever it takes just to keep you strung out on me (strung out on me)

[outro]
crystal shinin’ white and blue on the stove
sharp like cinnamon, heaven-made like true love
still making strawberry lemonade
for my pretty babe, my tainted sun in the shade

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[verse 1] lilac stains on my wrists, walls caved in by ragin' fists these are the marks love leaves (love leaves) reminders of my sweet baby (my sweet baby) gone are the days, life was sickly kind (you were nobody else’s but mine) smelling like crystal meth and Marlboro Reds your eyes on me from the edge of the bed our whole damn lives laid out before sunrise [chorus] catch me at the trailer park making strawberry lemonade (lemonade) for my pretty babe, my somber yellow sun ray shinin’ through the cracks in our tightly shut blinds caught in the what-could-have-been and the why never peace in the quiet (silence turns to riot) find me singin' my trailer park blues hips swaying, like i got nothin' left to lose Guns & Roses on repeat, my baby-pink kite flying high in our purple trailer park skies [verse 2] there's not a man i’ve ever liked the way i do you and i love you, you came in guns blazin' crystal shinin’ white and blue boy, you got my heart racin', like awaitin' on heaven [chorus] catch me at the trailer park making strawberry lemonade (lemonade) for my pretty babe, my somber yellow sun ray shinin’ through the cracks in our tightly shut blinds caught in the what-could-have-been and the why never peace in the quiet silence turns to riot find me singin my trailer trash blues hips swayin’, i got nothin' left to lose Guns & Roses on repeat, my baby-pink kite flying high in our purple trailer park [bridge] give me a black eye, I'll bake you some cherry pie buy me bright pink orchids from the roadside stand i pour you an ice-cold beer, get on my knees while you watch TV (watch TV) i’ll do whatever it takes just to keep you strung out on me (strung out on me) [outro] crystal shinin’ white and blue on the stove sharp like cinnamon, heaven-made like true love still making strawberry lemonade for my pretty babe, my tainted sun in the shade [chorus] catch me at the trailer park making strawberry lemonade (lemonade) for my pretty babe, my somber yellow sun ray shinin’ through the cracks in our tightly shut blinds caught in the what-could-have-been and the why never peace in the quiet (silence turns to riot) find me singin' my trailer park blues hips swaying, like i got nothin' left to lose Guns & Roses on repeat, my baby-pink kite flying high in our purple trailer park skies Lyrics by Bree Mae ©️

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