The singer and songwriter shows a work of her own style, although with an apparent musical development. However, as regards the visual aesthetics of the video, it shows the authenticity of which Lana Del Rey is characterized. On the other hand, a nod to the current health situation is reflected with the inclusion of a "ribbed type" mask.
The scene seems to start with a typical summer day, where time is shared with friends with a carefree essence. However, Lana Del Rey is characterized by her literary inspirations, giving rise in this case to a kind of "femme fatale", where she seems to have a dual personality: a daytime and a nocturnal one.
The calm and fresh colors, with "pop art" shots, of the first part of the videoclip contrast with the second half in which tenuous colors prevail accompanied by vampire characters.
Lana del Rey. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
Credits.-
The scene seems to start with a typical summer day, where time is shared with friends with a carefree essence. However, Lana Del Rey is characterized by her literary inspirations, giving rise in this case to a kind of "femme fatale", where she seems to have a dual personality: a daytime and a nocturnal one.
The calm and fresh colors, with "pop art" shots, of the first part of the videoclip contrast with the second half in which tenuous colors prevail accompanied by vampire characters.
Lana del Rey. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
Credits.-
Voice.- Lana Del Rey.
Writers.- Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff.
Production.- Rick Nowels, Jack Antonoff, Lana Del Rey.
Label.- Polydor Records, Interscope Records.
Studio.- Conway Recording, Hollywood, California.
Writers.- Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff.
Production.- Rick Nowels, Jack Antonoff, Lana Del Rey.
Label.- Polydor Records, Interscope Records.
Studio.- Conway Recording, Hollywood, California.
Lyrics.-
I’m on the run with you, my sweet love
There’s nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Take out your turquoise and all of your jewels
Go to the market, the kids’ swimming pools
Baby, what’s your sign?
My Moon’s in Leo, my Cancer is Sun
You won’t play, you’re no fun
Well I don’t care what they think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I’m not unhinged or unhappy, I’m just wild
I’m on the run with you, my sweet love
There’s nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Meet you for coffee
At the elementary schools
We’ll laugh about nothing
As the summer gets cool
It’s beautiful, I’ll escape
Normality settles down over me
I’m not bored or unhappy
I’m still so strange and wild
I’m in the wind, I’m in the water
Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter
Watching the chemtrails over the country club
Suburbia, The Brentwood Market
What to do next? Maybe we’ll love it
White picket, chemtrails over the country club
My love, my love
Washing my hair, doing my laundry
Late night to be, I want you holding me
Like when we were kids
Under chemtrails and country clubs
It’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up
It’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up
Under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah
(You’re born in December, I’m born in June)
Under the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is Moon
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is Moon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
There’s nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Take out your turquoise and all of your jewels
Go to the market, the kids’ swimming pools
Baby, what’s your sign?
My Moon’s in Leo, my Cancer is Sun
You won’t play, you’re no fun
Well I don’t care what they think
Drag racing my little red sports car
I’m not unhinged or unhappy, I’m just wild
I’m on the run with you, my sweet love
There’s nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool
Me and my sister just playing it cool
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Meet you for coffee
At the elementary schools
We’ll laugh about nothing
As the summer gets cool
It’s beautiful, I’ll escape
Normality settles down over me
I’m not bored or unhappy
I’m still so strange and wild
I’m in the wind, I’m in the water
Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter
Watching the chemtrails over the country club
Suburbia, The Brentwood Market
What to do next? Maybe we’ll love it
White picket, chemtrails over the country club
My love, my love
Washing my hair, doing my laundry
Late night to be, I want you holding me
Like when we were kids
Under chemtrails and country clubs
It’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up
It’s never too late, baby, so don’t give up
Under the chemtrails over the country club, yeah
(You’re born in December, I’m born in June)
Under the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is Moon
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is Moon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah