So far, Lindsay Ell's single "Criminal" from her 2017 record The Project has reached No. 21 on the Billboard Country Airplay chart. The song also earned Ell her first No. 1 on Canadian country radio. Now, the song has a visual companion. Ell's new music video features her jamming with a guitar in front of a stolen car and in a jail cell.
Playing off the lyrics, Ell is conveying to viewers that she's reeling from love/lust so strongly that following social mores and obeying the law no longer seems important. Ell becomes so excited and disoriented by her love that she can't sleep, can't focus and can't help but obsess over her developing feelings.
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This summer Ell will join Sugarland and Brad Paisley on tour. She'll also join Keith Urban's Graffiti U World Tour in August.
"Criminal" Lyrics:
I don't wanna close my eyes
Why pretend I'm going to sleep
When I know damn well I'm gonna keep lying here wide awake?
Waiting for the breath you take, to come back
I can't relax, I'm a tiger pacing in my cage
Cocked like a twelve gauge
Feeling like a teenage crush
You're the rush
You're the habit that I can never get enough of
Boy, what you do to me is criminal
Baby when I look in those eyes
I feel like going through stop lights
Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
Yeah boy, you got me burning like a matchstick
Take me to the edge and one step past it
It ain't right, it ain't typical
Oh, what you do to me is criminal
I have the right to remain silent
But there ain't no way that I can
'Cause I'm wired like a ticking time bomb
It's so wrong, but it feels right
Tonight you repeating like an echo
Baby I can't let go, got me going klepto like a thief
Yeah I'd steal, just to keep on feeling what I feel
Boy, what you do to me is criminal
Baby when I look in those eyes
I feel like going through stop lights
Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
Yeah boy, you got me burning like a matchstick
Take me to the edge and one step past it
It ain't right, it ain't typical
Oh, what you do to me is criminal
Oh, don't try to save me
Oh, you never gonna save me
Boy, what you do to me is criminal
Baby when I look in those eyes
I feel like going through stop lights
Looking at the cops like, I got nothing to lose
Yeah boy, you got me burning like a matchstick
Take me to the edge and one step past it
It ain't right, it ain't typical
Oh, what you do to me is criminal
Yeah, what you do to me is criminal
Yeah, what you do to me is criminal
What you do me is criminal, criminal
(written by Lindsay Ell, Fred Wilhelm and Chris Stevens)
