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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