La cantante y compositora muestra un trabajo propio de su estilo aunque con un aparente desarrollo musical. Sin embargo, en lo que respecta a la estética visual del vídeo muestra la autenticidad de la que se carcateriza Lana Del Rey. Por otro lado, se refleja un guiño a la situación sanitaria actual con la inclusión de una mascarilla "tipo canalé".
La escena parece comenzar con un día cualquiera de verano, donde se comparte el tiempo con las amistades con una esencia despreocupada. No obstante, Lana Del Rey se caracteriza por sus inspiraciones literarias, dando lugar en este caso, a una especie de "femme fatale", donde parece tener una doble personalidad: una diurna y otra nocturna.
Los colores apacibles y frescos, con imágenes "pop" de la primera parte del vídeoclip contrastan con la segunda mitad en la que prevalecen los colores ténues acompañados de personajes vampirescos.
Créditos.-
Voz.- Lana Del Rey.
Escritores.- Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff.
Producción.- Rick Nowels, Jack Antonoff, Lana Del Rey.
Discografía.- Polydor Records, Interscope Records.
Estudio de grabación.- Conway Recording, Hollywood, California.
Escritores.- Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff.
Producción.- Rick Nowels, Jack Antonoff, Lana Del Rey.
Discografía.- Polydor Records, Interscope Records.
Estudio de grabación.- Conway Recording, Hollywood, California.
Letra.-
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
