P!NK – Beautiful Trauma (Official Video)
Wat een op het allereerste gezicht een zoetsappig liedje lijkt met een meer dan gemiddeld zoetsappig filmpje, verandert na 1.50 min langzaam in een spannend kinky avontuur.
De tekst en beelden zijn gebaseerd op het echte leven, waarin de potjes met pillen verwijzen naar “mother’s little helper”. Pilletjes valium die door de huisarts werden voorgeschreven aan huismoeders die de sleur van het leven niet meer konden verdragen.
En wat doe je als het leven saai en eentonig wordt? Check de videoclip!
"Beautiful Trauma" - P!nk We were on fire I slashed your tires It's like we burn so bright we burn out I made you chase me I wasn't that friendly My love, my drug, we're fucked up, oh 'Cause I've been on the run so long they can't find me You're waking up to remember I'm pretty And when the chemicals leave my body Yeah, they're gonna find me in a hotel lobby 'cause These tough, times they keep coming All night laughing and fucking Some days like I'm barely breathing And after we were high and the love doped died It was you The pill I keep taking The nightmare I wake in There's nothing, no nothing, nothing but you My perfect rock bottom My beautiful trauma My love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love... my love, my drug, we're fucked up You punched a hole in The wall and I framed it I wish I could feel things like you Everyone's chasing That holy feeling And if we don't stay late lit we'll blow out Blow out 'Cause we've been on the run so long they can't find us Who's gonna have to die to remind us That it feels like we chose this blindly Now I'm gonna fuck up a hotel lobby 'cause These tough, times they keep coming Last night I might have messed it up again Some days like I'm barely breathing And after we were high and the love dope died It was you The pill I keep taking The nightmare I wake in There's nothing, no nothing, nothing but you My perfect rock bottom My beautiful trauma My love (my love), my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love... my love, my drug, we're fucked up These tough, times they keep coming All night laughing and fucking Some days like I'm barely breathing And after we were high and the love dope died It was you The pill I keep taking The nightmare I wake in There's nothing, no nothing, nothing but you My perfect rock bottom My beautiful trauma My love, my love, my drug, oh Produced by Jack Antonoff Album Beautiful Trauma
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