Three Summer Singles 🎶
Bad Apple
"Bad Apple" is an original song by singer/songwriter, Grace Piper Fields, and produced by Max Dory. Layered harmonies and poetic storytelling draw the listener into a tale where looks can be deceiving. In the studio, every sound became an instrument from the drumming of nails on the body of a guitar to vocal riffs. Enchanted with creativity, "Bad Apple" warns of a dragon disguised as a prince.
Bad Apple
By Grace Piper Fields
You flew in like a fiery storm
Clawed at my door that fateful morn
You painted yourself as a prince
That portrait’s faded since
Gave you a chance in spite of doubt
You said the world had shut you out
You thought I was under your spell
I guess it’s hard to tell
Demons, demons
Follow me into my dreams
You were the dragon burning up everything
I threw you out of my tower
When the apple started to sour
In my gown and crown I slay
The dragon fly, fly away
You offered me a rose with thorns
But couldn’t hide your twisted horns
You don’t believe in true love’s kiss
You say love’s just a myth
You were a monster in disguise
So many lies behind those eyes
While I spin sorrow into gold
Your tactics just grow old
Demons, demons
Follow me into my dreams
You were the dragon burning up everything
I threw you out of my tower
When the apple started to sour
In my gown and crown I slay
The dragon fly, fly away (way, way, way)
If you mistook me for a damsel
That’s your first mistake
I’m the queen of this castle
that you can’t overtake
With your reign of fire to tear me down
I had to stand my ground
Oh demons, demons
Follow me into my dreams
You were the dragon
Burning up everything (burning up everything)
I threw you out of my tower
When the apple started to sour
In my gown and crown I slay
The dragon fly, fly away (ooh)
Fly away (bad apple, you’re a bad apple)
Fly away (ohh)
Demons, demons
Follow me
Gatsby’s House
This sultry song written by Grace Piper Fields with production by Max Dory provides an escape to a party where the night speaks easy and walls can talk. Rhythmic vocals and smooth trumpet complement the driving beat of "Gatsby's House."
Gatsby’s House
By Grace Piper Fields
Featuring Max Dory on trumpet
Hmm
I know, I know we’re in a madhouse
Who let, who let, who let the cats out, ooo
I tried to put names to the faces
But don’t look now they’re breaking vases, ooo
Dancin’ on the dark side of the moon
Romancin’ on these summer nights in June
Escapin’ to where garden statues roam
Swingin’ to the party’s metronome
In Gatsby’s house at 12 o’clock
Where the night speaks easy and walls can talk
In Gatsby’s house, let’s rock, let’s rock
Come on, come on strut like a peacock
Ya know, ya know life is a cakewalk, ooo
I’m throwin’ in all of my aces
For just one more of your embraces, ooo
Dancin’ on the dark side of the moon
Romancin’ on these summer nights in June
Escapin’ to where garden statues roam
Swingin’ to the party’s metronome
In Gatsby’s house at 12 o’clock
Where the night speaks easy and walls can talk
In Gatsby’s house, let’s rock, let’s rock
Just like a line from a novel
I was within and without,
simultaneously enchanted and repelled
by the inexhaustible variety of life
In Gatsby’s house at 12 o’clock
Where the night speaks easy and walls can talk
In Gatsby’s house, ooo
Hmm
Sweet Like Butterscotch
This upbeat song tells the fateful tale of a summer fling. Written by singer/songwriter Grace Piper Fields and produced by Max Dory, "Sweet Like Butterscotch" will have you turning the music up a notch because love is so sweet and a little like a bee sting...
Sweet Like Butterscotch
By Grace Piper Fields
Sweet like butterscotch
A little like a bee sting
Turn the music up a notch
Smile when my phone rings
Love so sweet
And I like the taste
My honey funny bumblebee
I love how you love to love me
Kiss me under willow trees
Swaying in the Sunday breeze
Emerald eyes, so carefree
Fall head over heels with me
Your words are my cup of tea
Passion fruit hyperbole
Sweet like butterscotch
A little like a bee sting
Turn the music up a notch
Smile when my phone rings
Love so sweet
And I like the taste
It’s like riding a bike with no handlebars
Running blindfolded under the stars
One shoe untied
But it won’t break my stride
Because this is where the wild things are
You were just my summer fling
Pollinated words that sting
Uncertain guarantees
When you mess with honey bees
Something like a fever dream
One summer night I set you free
Sweet craving in disguise
Said our butterscotch goodbyes
Sweet like butterscotch
A little like a bee sting
Turn the music up a notch
Smile when my phone rings
Love so sweet
And I like the taste
“Sweet Like Butterscotch” was featured on the GRAMMY U playlist, "Sleigh All Day.”