Blondshell - Fur Elise (Official Lyric Video)

"Fur Elise" by Blondshell, from the album Violins out September 25, 2026 on Partisan Records: https://blondshell.lnk.to/violins

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Management: Shira Knishkowy and Britt Boyce at Another Management Company
Label: Partisan Records

Shot by Jaxon Whittington
Edited by Sparks
Creative Direction by Amy Davis

AUDIO CREDITS:
Produced by Yves Rothman
Engineered by Dave Schiffman, Yves Rothman, Nate Haessly, Jamie Holmes
Mixed by Beatriz Artola
Mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge
Assisted by Bob DeMaa
Recorded at East West Studios, Los Angeles & Saturn Sound, Los Angeles
Assisted by Greg Truitt at East West
Vocal Editing by Jake Supple

Vocals : Sabrina Teitelbaum
Drums & Percussion : Bosh Rothman
Electric Bass : Anna Butterss
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar : Sam Stewart
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar : Pierre Simon

LYRICS:

Enough I’ve been rushing
When I talk to you
You can see all the sweat
You can see me try to get through the hour
I want the option to cry unscathed
I want the option to choose when to and not to asphyxiate

I wanna think about a wedding when I go to sleep
Walk down the aisle to a string quartet playing Fur Elise
And Sunday morning just like heaven
With minor swells
Clear the lens of conservative lilac smells

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud
And you get the choice to forget
And you render art
And the truth of it as separate

Hands are fireproof
Wooden table
Literary heroine breaking through a stable
You don’t know what I know
Back to the tree
But I see the same in you
Through the teeth

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud
And you get the choice to forget
And you render art
And the truth of it as separate

Tell me all the sides you’d like to see
I’d sell all my clothes and still be me
Screaming out of the drain
That I’m okay taking the weight of someone else’s bag hung over my shoulder

Paint a wall with the things you want spoken out loud
And you get the choice to forget
And you render art
And the truth of it as separate