
Peak
84
Weeks
1
Score
59
Chart Year
2025
The music video was released alongside the song; it takes place in a 1960s setting,[6] with grainy footage. Jessie Murph wears a fancy white evening dress,[8] and lacy lingerie at other times in the video,[5] depicting herself as a bored housewife in a dysfunctional home environment.[6] She poses and dances in front of an older man,[6] her supposed husband,[8] and his family, with a sense of calm detachment. Another woman leads her husband to the bedroom. Then, after a scene where a little girl hands Murph an iPad,[8] Murph watches her husband fornicate, doggy style, with a third woman on their bed.[6][8] Later, as he is lying in bed, Murph cocks a pistol and sticks it into his mouth for cheating on her.[6][7] She is also seen bound and gagged (like bondage) on the couch.[6][7] At a dinner party, a woman is hiding under the table, between the bare legs of an older man (suggesting fellatio). The video frequently shows people smoking cigarettes,[5][7] including Murph
"1965" is a song by American singer Jessie Murph. It was released on July 18, 2025, from her second studio album, Sex Hysteria. It was produced by Vynk, Steve Rusch and Laura Veltz, all of whom wrote the song with Murph. There was widespread controversy and criticism regarding the lyrics' depiction of women's roles, and obscene displays in the corresponding music video. She responded, defending her art as satire and a joke, also clarifying that she "love[d] having rights
My hair is high, coke is cheap, it's a great time to be alive Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday You'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun things I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat Don't fucking text me at 2 a.m. sayin', "Where you at, at?" Boy, fuck you You'd handwrite me letters when you went away You'd make me feel better, you'd know what to say And maybe you'd still be a ho But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) If you would just love me like it's 1965 You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask me What I am doing an hour half past 3 We'd go to diners and movies and such We'd just hold hands and I'd love every touch And I would be twenty, and it'd be acceptable For you to be forty, and that is fucked up, I know But at least you wouldn't drive off before I get in the fucking door You fucking fuck, fuck you I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high) If you would just love me like it's 1965 I guess Bud Light didn't exist Fuck, and I guess movies didn't exist Maybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, but I'm sure about you are mine and I am yours And I'd fight matadors And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck But oh, we could read a lot of books
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Aug 2, 2025 | 84 | 42 |