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Lana Del Rey Unreleased Jealous Girl New May 2026

Lana Del Rey Unreleased Jealous Girl New May 2026

The blonde hair was too bright for the dim dive bar, but she didn’t care. She sat in the back booth, nursing a cherry coke and watching him through the haze of cigarette smoke. He was laughing at something another girl said—a girl with soft hands and a voice that didn't sound like it had been dragged through gravel.

, recorded in 2010 during her early career phase. While it has not seen an official commercial release as of April 2026, it frequently resurfaces on social media and streaming platforms through fan uploads. Song History & Composition

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Chorus: Oh, I'm a jealous girl, with a heart of stone I'm searching for a love, that's already gone In the silence, I hear your voice Whispering secrets, making some noise

Jealous girl, jeweled and quietly unkind—
a hush of a hymn for the lovers she left behind.
She writes heartbreak in letters she never sends,
lives in the chorus where the broken rehearsal never ends. The blonde hair was too bright for the

Recorded during the Born to Die era (circa 2011-2012), "Jealous Girl" is a quintessential example of Lana’s early, cinematic trip-hop production. Unlike the sweeping orchestral ballads of Honeymoon or the folk-rock of Chemtrails over the Country Club, "Jealous Girl" lives firmly in the bad-bitch, hip-hop-infused persona that made "Off to the Races" and "National Anthem" cult classics.

"Jealous Girl" was recorded in 2010 during the early stages of Elizabeth Grant’s transformation into Lana Del Rey. It was co-written by Del Rey and Penny Foster, with production handled by Kid Gloves (the duo of Roy Kerr and Anu Pillai). , recorded in 2010 during her early career phase

Lyrics:

Jealousy crawled like ivy on her ribcage, slow—
whispered names in pink lipstick, promises she’d never show.
Slow dance of ghosts in the passenger seat,
radio humming the songs she swore she’d never keep.