Past Life Pine
dance, Hybrid EDM / reggae-ton fusion with Latin gypsy guitar; female lead with light male ad-libs. Verses ride a skanking offbeat and nylon-string riff, kick tight and bouncy; pre-chorus strips to claps and sub bass before a bright, festival-ready drop. Chorus explodes with gang vocals, brass stabs, and a playful yet bittersweet topline. Bridge gets half‑time and introspective, then snaps back into full groove., latin, environmental, sad, edm, reggae
Past Life Pine
dance, Hybrid EDM / reggae-ton fusion with Latin gypsy guitar; female lead with light male ad-libs. Verses ride a skanking offbeat and nylon-string riff, kick tight and bouncy; pre-chorus strips to claps and sub bass before a bright, festival-ready drop. Chorus explodes with gang vocals, brass stabs, and a playful yet bittersweet topline. Bridge gets half‑time and introspective, then snaps back into full groove., latin, environmental, sad, edm, reggae
Lyrics
Verse 1
Leaning on this wooden wall
Second-hand dreams
Discount tag
Glossy cover
“Save The World”
Yeah
I brag
“Hey
Spiral spine on the bottom row
With your college-ruled scars and your coffee stains
You were once a winter miracle
Under cheap apartment windowpanes”
Pre-Chorus
You say
“That’s dark
That’s wild”
I just laugh
“I was somebody’s child
Wrapped in glitter
Crumbs of snow
Till January said
‘You go’”
Chorus
You were a Christmas tree
Baby
Now you’re just lines and ink
All of their joy on your branches
All of their thoughts when they think
We were a forest once
Maybe
Now we just wait to be sold
It’s kind of funny
Kind of tragic
Watching the planet get told
Verse 2
I remember sticky hands
Paper crowns and plastic crowns
Grandma’s pie
Burnt-out bulbs
Pine sap dripping on the floorboards down
They dragged me to the parking lot
Tinsel tangled in my feet
Now my heart’s recycled pulp
Preaching “leave alive what you meet”
Pre-Chorus
Little notebook
Don’t you cry
You were the star they held up high
Every doodle
Every test
Could be a seed they never guessed
Chorus
Bridge
low vocal register
If they read us
Will they change?
Or toss us in the trash again?
Will your pages turn to fire
Or to roots beneath the rain?
whispered vocals
“I was a tree
Now I’m a plea
In aisle three”
full voice
Dance while the world keeps spinning
Laugh while the ice caps melt
We’re paper ghosts grinning
At the storm we never felt
Chorus