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She poured me a glass of chokecherry red— a toast to the doomed, to the half-living dead. Her lips were a secret, her eyes were a curse, and I drank every promise until it got worse. Love was her poison, and I was her bloom. I bloomed in her shadow and wilted by moon.
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[Intro – warped vinyl crackle, soft strings, eerie music box melody] [Verse 1 – vintage waltz rhythm, breathy vocals, light piano + harp] She poured me a glass of chokecherry wine Smiled like a spell, said “now you’re mine” The lace on her wrists was soaked in sin And every sip pulled me deeper in The orchard hummed like a prayer half-true And the fruit on her lips was a darker hue [Pre-Chorus – dissonant strings swell, harmonies build] I knew she was danger in velvet disguise But I drank 'til I saw forever in her eyes [Chorus – dreamy swirl of strings, echo vocals, vintage crackle continues] Chokecherry wine Sweet as a lie It tasted like heaven But kissed me goodbye She danced in my bloodstream With thorns on her gown And buried my name Where the roots go down Chokecherry wine A toast to the doomed I bloomed in her poison And wilted by moon [Verse 2 – flute joins, vocals grow more haunted] She sang lullabies to the wolves and wind Wore a crown of thistles and mortal sin Her kiss was honey on a dagger’s tip And I wore it proudly on my bleeding lip We slow-danced under dying trees With the ghosts of all her memories [Pre-Chorus – same, add harmony layers] I knew she was danger in velvet disguise But I drank 'til I saw forever in her eyes [Chorus – repeat with more ghostly harmonies] Chokecherry wine Sweet as a lie It tasted like heaven But kissed me goodbye She danced in my bloodstream With thorns on her gown And buried my name Where the roots go down Chokecherry wine A toast to the doomed I bloomed in her poison And wilted by moon [Bridge – tempo slows, echoing vocals over music box loop] She said, “love isn’t gentle, love is a knife” And poured me another to toast to this life I drank it like truth And now I can’t leave Her name is a flower I wear when I grieve [Final Chorus – softest version, fragile and slow, then last line explodes with orchestration] Chokecherry wine Sweet as a lie I bloomed in her poison And kissed her goodbye... [Outro – music box slows and detunes, then silence]
Song info
A surreal fairytale-folk track with vintage gothic textures and poisoned romance. Music box melodies, soft harp, eerie piano, and breathy vocals create a dreamlike haze. Laced with metaphors of love and decay, it’s a ghost waltz for lovers who drank too deeply.
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