The Siren

Most men dont want a woman with a legacy 
 

How about italian or chinese poetry. Why russian. I need to know 

OMG SHE ALSO NAMEDROPS TEX AND MEX ON BB I CANT. The more I listen the more beautiful It becomes 

it's poetry... from russia...

Maybe a reference to Nabokov, but I'm still not sure lol

What is it with russian poetry? I dont get it

ALSO HOLY SHIT I forgot to mention this and i'm curious if anyone else thought she was gonna go here....
In Blue Banisters I thought she was gonna end the verse like this:
"Cause there's a man that's in my past, there's a man that's still right here, he's real enough to touch in my darkest nights, he's SEAN" 
 
LMAO I seriously thought she was gonna name check and I SCREAMED but then she said "shining" instead of Sean and I cooled off but DAMN can u IMAGINE 

Contemplating at Costco the Santa Clarita fires
It's all coming together

And now my blue banisters are green and grey
 

i literally had a heart attack until i remembered chuck omg

I wonder what she means with that:
Summer comes, Winter goes
Spring I skip, God knows
Summer comes, Winter goes
Spring I sleep, Heaven knows

“The diamonds, the rust, and the rain” shoutout to Joan 

VOCALS QUEEN  

i cried when she sang "now my blue banisters are green and grey" wow

Oh my gosh so much to take in on first listen as it’s a real stream or consciousness kind of thing with so many lyrics but was immediately shook at her stealing one of my favourite Father John Misty lyrics! “She blackens pages like a Russian romantic”

NOT THE NICKI LANE NAMEDROP ON BLUE BANISTERS!!!!! ???

OKLAHOMA HMMM
NIKKI LANE 
CHUCKIE
TEX AND MEX 

but actually the lyrics to this slaps fuckin HARD holy fuck i can't wait for this to be releaseddddd

This songs gives me vaginal discharge. Such a lovely sensation

There’s a picture on the wall
Of me on a John Deere
Jenny handed me a beer
Said, “How the hell did you get there?”
Oklahoma
There were flowers that were dry
Sitting on the dresser
She asked me where they’re from
I said, “A place I don’t remember”
Oklahoma
 
Jenny jumped into the pool
She was swimming with Nikki Lane
She said, “most men don't want a woman with a legacy, it's our bane”
She said, “You can’t be a muse and be happy too
You can’t blacken the pages with Russian poetry and be happy”
& That scared me
‘Cause I met a man who
 
Said he’d come back every May
Just to help me if I paint my banisters blue
Blue banisters, ooh
Said he’d fix my weathervane
Give me children
Take away my pain
And paint my banisters blue
My banisters blue
 
There’s a whole that’s in my heart
All my women try and heal
They’re doing a good job convincing me that it’s not real
It’s heat lightning, ooh
‘Cause there’s a man that’s in my past
There’s a man that’s still right here
He’s real enough to touch in my darkest nights
He’s shining, ooh
 
Jenny was smoking by the pool
We were writing with Nikki Lane
I said, “I’m scared of the Santa Clarita fires
I wish that it would rain”
I said, “The power of us three,
Could bring absolutely anything
Except that one thing:
The diamonds, the rust, and the rain
The thing that washes away the pain”
But that’s okay ‘cause
 
Now when weather turns to May
All my sisters come to paint my banisters green
My blue banisters grey
Tex & Mex are in the bay
Chuckie’s making birthday cake
Chicken’s running bare feet
There’s a baby on the way
& Now my blue banisters are green & grey
 
Summer comes, winter goes
Spring I skip, God knows
Summer comes, winter goes
Spring I sleep, heaven knows
 
Every time it turns to May
All my sisters fly to me to paint
Paint

My body is a map of LA

 
I stand straight like an angel, with a halo

 
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel windows

 
Screamin', "Hey, baby, let's go"

 
My chest, the Sierra Madre

 
My hips, every high and byway that you

 
Trace with your fingertips like a Toyota

 
Run your hands over me like a Land Rover

her jazz serve! the spiritual successor to "LA Who Am I To Love You?" THATS RIGHT! 

My body is a map of LA
I stand straight like an angel
With a halo
Hanging out the Hilton hotel window screaming
"Hey, baby, let's go"
My chest, the Sierra Madre
My hips every high and byway
That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota
Run your hands over me like a Land Rover
 
In Arcadia
Arcadia
All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me
America
America
I can’t sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Oh, across on the hill, I’m a lost little girl, finding my way to you
Arcadia
 
My body is a map of LA
and my heart is like paper, I hate you
I’m not from the Land of the Palm
So I know I can’t stay here, I’m not native, but
My curves, San Gabriel, all day
My lips like the fire licks the bay
If you think that you know yourself
You can come over
Lay your hands on me like you're a Land Rover
 
In Arcadia
Arcadia
All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That get the blood flowing straight to the heart of me
America
I need a miracle
I can’t sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Oh, across on the hill, I’m a lost little girl, finding my way to you
Arcadia
 
They built me up three hundred feet tall
Just to tear me down
So I’m leaving with nothing but laughter in this town
Arcadia
Finding my way to you
I’m leaving them as I was, five foot eight
Western belle plus the hate that they gave
By the way, thanks for that 
On the way I’ll pray for you
But you’ll need a miracle
America

If we’re putting in requests can we go ahead and get Pawn Shop Blues on COCC too  

now that’s a song i could picture a lana and miley cyrus collab