Lana Del Rey has shared a new single, “White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter,” the latest preview from her long-gestating upcoming album Stove. Co-written with her husband Jeremy Dufrene, whom she married in September 2024, the track plays like a love letter filtered through Southern gothic surrealism. Over teetering strings and softly strummed acoustic guitar, Del Rey sings with hushed intensity: “I know you wish you had a man like him, it’s such a bummer,” before slipping into images of arrows, sparrows, bone marrow, and domestic rituals that feel equal parts tender and eerie.
The hook centers around what she calls “voodoo” in their marriage, not dark magic, but something intoxicating and devotional. “Positively voodoo, everything that you do,” she croons, her voice floating between intimacy and incantation.
“White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter” wasn’t just a collaboration between spouses. The song also features writing contributions from Del Rey’s sister Chuck Grant and brother-in-law Jason Pickens, with longtime collaborator Jack Antonoff producing and co-composing. The arrangement blends orchestral swells with unresolved chords, giving the track a drifting, dreamlike tension.
Del Rey previously described the song as her “favorite” from Stove, adding, “This is the one I’ve been waiting for.” If that’s true, it suggests the album may revolve around this axis of romantic mysticism — grounded in domestic imagery but laced with her trademark fatalism.
Stove has had a winding path. Initially introduced in early 2024 as a country-leaning project under the working title The Right Person Will Stay, the album shifted direction and was later renamed. Its first single, “Henry, Come On,” arrived in April 2025.
Her last full-length, Did You Know That There’s a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd, dropped in 2023 and reached No. 3 on the Billboard 200, further cementing her status as one of the most singular voices in modern pop.
With “White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter,” Del Rey doesn’t pivot away from her past so much as deepen it. The Americana imagery, the whispered confessions, the melodrama — they’re all here. But this time, the muse isn’t myth or memory. It’s marriage.
