Apple Cart Strike
Dark hip-hop ballad with a swung boom-bap groove, dusty piano stabs, finger snaps, and a weary bassline; verse 1 rides sparse drums and storyteller narration, pre-chorus strips to claps and a vinyl crackle, chorus hits with stacked hooks and playful female ad-libs. [M] narrator is dry and theatrical, [F] Snow White comes in with cheeky slang, doubled on the hook, with delay throws on key words; ear candy includes reversed chimes into the pre-chorus, a tape-stop before the final chorus, and tiny whistle flourishes. Wide, cinematic, and mischievous mix with close-mic vocals., female vocals, ballad, male vocals, hip hop
Apple Cart Strike
Dark hip-hop ballad with a swung boom-bap groove, dusty piano stabs, finger snaps, and a weary bassline; verse 1 rides sparse drums and storyteller narration, pre-chorus strips to claps and a vinyl crackle, chorus hits with stacked hooks and playful female ad-libs. [M] narrator is dry and theatrical, [F] Snow White comes in with cheeky slang, doubled on the hook, with delay throws on key words; ear candy includes reversed chimes into the pre-chorus, a tape-stop before the final chorus, and tiny whistle flourishes. Wide, cinematic, and mischievous mix with close-mic vocals., female vocals, ballad, male vocals, hip hop
Lyrics
Verse 1
[M] In a little wood house, seven beds in a row,
Seven bowls in the sink and a broom in the snow.
She scrubbed every corner, she mopped every board,
While the little men sang, “Keep the cottage restored.”
But one day she paused with her hands on her hips,
Looked at that workload and rolled her lips.
“Hold up,” she said, “that math is off.”
“You got me on chores, and that’s a lot.”
[F] I’m cute, but I’m clocked in, that’s facts
Swept seven floors, now I need a snap-back
I love y’all, but I’m done with the grind
This queen needs breaks, I’m drawing the line
Pre-Chorus
[M] She set down the bucket, she crossed her arms tight,
And the whole little cottage went silent that night.
[F] “No more free labor, I’m outta this mess,
I need some respect and a regular rest.”
Chorus
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
I ain’t doing all that hype
I’m on strike, strike, strike
Pay me back for all that time
[M] The forest heard her, the birds all froze
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
[M] Snow White said, “Nope,” and the whole house knowed
Verse 2
[M] The dwarfs came home with their boots full of mud,
Found a neat little note and a mug with no suds.
It said, “Dear roomies, I’ve got doubts in my head,
Why I’m making the beds when you’re making the bread?”
“Where’s my vacation? Where’s my crown?
Why I’m the one keeping this castle house down?”
She wasn’t mean, she was just worn thin,
Even fairy tales get a union win.
[F] I’m not rude, I’m just booked and tired
I carried this place and I’m underwired
No shade, y’all, but I need a deal
This gig is cute, but it ain’t ideal
Pre-Chorus
[M] So they gathered around with their hats in hand,
Trying to understand her very bold plan.
[F] “I’m not your maid, I’m not your machine,
I’m the face of the cottage and I need some cream.”
Chorus
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
I ain’t doing all that hype
I’m on strike, strike, strike
Pay me back for all that time
[M] The forest heard her, the birds all froze
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
[M] Snow White said, “Nope,” and the whole house knowed
Bridge
[M] Then came the mirror with a polished grin,
Asked who was the fairest, who would step in.
[F] “That question’s mid, I’m done with the bait,
I’m fair, I’m fierce, but I’m setting my rate.”
[M] The apple sat shining, red and small,
But she packed a lunch and ignored it all.
[F] “I’m not asleep, I’m reclaiming my space,
I need paid time off and a softer place.”
Final Chorus
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
I ain’t doing all that hype
I’m on strike, strike, strike
Pay me back for all that time
[M] The forest heard her, the birds all froze
[F] I’m on strike, strike, strike
[M] Snow White said, “Nope,” and the whole house knowed
Outro
[F] Clean up your own mess
I said what I said
I’m still Snow White
But I’m clocking out instead