{"id":"7279b473-b6d8-462c-96d9-490033982b76","title":"Pineapple Regret","artist":"Alex (TikTok 5-Word Challenge)","album":"","year":2025,"genre":"Country/Swampy Acoustic/Americana","duration":"03:52","lyrics":"[Verse 1]\nMet you at the Gator Shack off Highway 17\nJuly heat sweatin' through my plain white tee\nYou were drinkin' somethin' sweet with a pineapple slice\nPaper umbrella, tan lines, trouble in your eyes\nYou said, \"I don't really trust the word forever yet\nBut I'm tired of wakin' up to all these old mistakes\"\nI said, \"Girl, I ain't much, but I can give you a ride\"\nYou laughed, climbed up in my truck, slid over to my side\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWe hit that courthouse with sand still on our feet\nTwo drunk kids chasin' somethin' that felt like heat\nEverybody sayin', \"Y'all won't make it through the fall\"\nBut we didn't hear nothin' but the jukebox down the hall\n\n[Chorus]\nThis ain't love, it's taxidermy\nPosed-up smiles on a dusty shelf with me\nAlligator on the wall starin' down at my mess\nPineapple lights from that honeymoon motel on the desk\nDivorce is just a word the judge read with a cigarette\nBut this trailer's just a museum I can't forget\nEvery room's another exhibit of the night we met\nAnd I'm learnin' how to live with all this pineapple regret\n\n[Verse 2]\nYour daddy owned a little roadside taxidermy shop\nDead deer, ducks and gators hangin' up top\nHe said, \"If you fix it right, it stays the way it was\"\nWe tried that with us, but baby, that ain't love\nWe bought a used-up double-wide at the edge of town\nSecondhand couch, wild dreams nailed down\nYou hung one of his gators over our old TV\nSaid, \"If he can smile that long, maybe we can, you and me\"\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBut the bills came due and the drinks came cheap\nWe traded touch for talk and talk for sleep\nEvery fight cut another crack in these thin walls\n'Til the only thing talkin' was your lawyer's calls\n\n[Chorus]\nThis ain't love, it's taxidermy\nPosed-up smiles on a dusty shelf with me\nAlligator on the wall starin' down at my mess\nPineapple lights from that honeymoon motel on the desk\nDivorce is just a word the judge read with a cigarette\nBut this trailer's just a museum I can't forget\nEvery room's another exhibit of the night we met\nAnd I'm learnin' how to live with all this pineapple regret\n\n[Bridge]\nI still drive past the Gator Shack when the neon's on\nHear you laughin' through the smoke, singin' along\nCan't stir rum and pineapple without seein' that night\nCan't hear \"til death do us part\" without fluorescent light\nIf I could pin one good thing down and make it stay\nI'd frame that front-seat kiss and throw the rest away\n\n[Chorus]\nThis ain't love, it's taxidermy\nPosed-up smiles on a dusty shelf with me\nAlligator on the wall starin' down at my mess\nPineapple lights from that honeymoon motel on the desk\nDivorce is just a word the judge read with a cigarette\nBut this trailer's just a museum I can't forget\nEvery room's another exhibit of the night we met\nAnd I'm learnin' how to live with all this pineapple regret\n\n[Tag]\nYeah, every room's another exhibit of the night we met\nAnd I'm stuck here curatin' all this pineapple regret.\nJust curatin' all this pineapple regret.","notes":"This song is best suited for a lone vocalist and acoustic guitar in open G minor tuning. Aim for a raw, slightly mournful vocal delivery. The guitar should have a swampy, fingerpicked feel, emphasizing the lower register. A slight reverb on the vocal and guitar will enhance the atmosphere. The tempo should be slow and deliberate, allowing the lyrics to breathe. Consider adding subtle slides and bends on the guitar to further emphasize the 'swampy' feel. For a live performance, the song builds naturally from the simple opening to the more emotionally charged choruses. The bridge offers a moment of reflection before returning to the central theme of regret. The song could also work with a slide guitar or harmonica adding to the mournful blues feel.","description":"A swampy, minor-key country ballad about a whirlwind romance gone wrong, set against the backdrop of a roadside Florida bar and a dilapidated double-wide. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of regret and the lingering memories of a love preserved like taxidermy, with recurring motifs of pineapples, alligators, and the inescapable reminders of a honeymoon gone sour.","image_url":"https://v3b.fal.media/files/b/koala/gjzg_kPHqq4uyFHhA8l18.jpg","audio_url":"","created_at":"2025-11-27T18:55:41.693+00:00"}