Alexis Del Rey

SportCruiser destroyed me omg. it's so good

so...her most personal piece of work gonna be a spoken album? im here for it

Yeah I don’t see any problem either. It’s gorgeous. Excited to hear COTCC. I’m glad Lana and Jack worked together on two musical albums + on two spoken-word albums

This is a hint!! Yosemite will be on COCC!! We won! 
Edit: I quoted the wrong post but everytime Lana mentions Yosemite my brain become a mess

The way these poems read like these things actually happend to her makes the album amazing.

She just had to mention Yosemite to mess with us, didn't she?

My Bedroom Is A Sacred Place Now There Are Children At The Foot of My Bed
 
Last year, when I wrote you my last letter,
(the beginning of my future poetry),
I acknowledged who you really were for the first time.
 
I didn’t call you by any other name,
I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart.
That it was evil, and that it convinced me that darkness was real,
that the devil is a real devil,
and that monsters don’t always know that they’re monsters.
 
But projection is an amazing thing.
After you left and burnt the house down,
you tried to convince me that it was I who was holding the matches.
You told me that I didn’t know who I was, but I do.
 
I love rose gardens.
I plant violets every time someone leaves me.
I love the great secoys [this is a plant I dunno how to spell sorryyyy] of Yosemite
And if you asked me sister to describe the first thing she thinks of when she thinks of me,
she would say “Camp fire smoke”.
 
I’m gentle,
I’m funny when I’m drunk,
But I haven’t been drunk for 14 years.
I go on trips with my friends to the beach who don’t know that I’m crazy.
I can do that.
I can do anything
Even leave you.
 
Because my bedroom is a sacred place now that there are children at the end of my bed,
telling me stories about the friends that they pretend to hate, that they will make up with later.
And there are fresh cut flowers that I grew myself in vases from the yard on nightstands, hand carved by old pals from Big Sir.
 
And the longer I stay here,
the more I am sure,
that the more I step into becoming a poet,
The less I will fall into being with you.
 
The more I step into my poetry,
The less I will fall into bed with you.

Holy shit. Here are he lyrics to Salamander 
 
Get out of my blood, salamander!
I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head.
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro.
And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,
And there I am.
 
I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me.
Some stories aren’t meant to be sold.
Some words aren’t meant to be told.
 
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten
or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day.
Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through by your warm after-work hands.
 
I love you, but you don’t understand me.
I’m a real poet!
My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!
My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free.
 
You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach.
Untouchable, safe, otherworldy.
Unable to be deciphered or metabolised.
 
Something metaphysical,
Like a view of the sea on a summer day,
on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window.
A thing perfect, and ready to become a part
of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal
 
Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals plague.

It's July 28th there and that is the date the audiobook releases. That is literally how every release happens.

Omg HER rap album is coming

ready to cry over experiences i've never had like always

Oh my fucking god Amazing. This feels so much like a poetic letter, instead of a poem (which is obviously the intention, I think).
 
The only part I didn't like was
 
"And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance
We both love that
And I love that we have that in common"
 
Very redundant, plus I don't think it adds anything.
 
But the rest is on fire.
 
@@Dominikx4 Can't merge this to the Violet lyrics thread, only Elle can. So we gotta wait for her!

that shit hurted

This is beautiful. Wow, I'm speechless

Audiobook version:
I left my city for San Francisco
Took a freeride off a billionaire's jet
 
LA, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?
LA, I've got nothing, who am I to love you when I'm feeling this way, and I've got nothing to offer?
LA, not quite the city that never sleeps
Not quite the city that wakes
But the city that dreams, for sure
 
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
LA, im a dreamer but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
LA, I'm upset, I have complaints, listen to me
They say I came from money and I didn't
And I didn't even have love, and it's unfair
 
LA, I sold my life's rights for a big check, and I'm upset
And now I can't sleep at night, and I don't know why
Plus, I love Saks, so why did I do that when I know it won't last?
 
LA, I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn't love me lives there
LA, I am pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?
Daughter to noone, table for one, party of thousands, of people I don't know, at Delilah where my ex-husband works
 
I sick of this, but can I come home now?
Mother to noone, private jet for one, back home to the Tudor house that borne a thousand murder plots
Hancock park, it's treated me very badly
I'm resentful
 
The witch on the corner, the neighbour nobody wanted
The reason for Garcetti's extra security
 
LA I know I am bad, but I have nowhere else to go, can I come home now?
 
I never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now
And the ocean my son
I'm quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing, can I raise your mountains?
I promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters, teach them about fire, warn them about water
 
I'm lonely, LA, can I come home now?
I left my city for San Francisco
And I'm writing from the Golden Gate Bridge
But it's not going as I planned
I took a freeride off a billionaire and brought my typewriter and promised myself that I would stay but
It's just not going the way that I thought
 
It's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that it's not hot
It's just that I belong to noone which means
There's only one place for me
 
The city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep
The city that's still deciding how good it can be
 
And also I can't sleep without you
Noones ever really held me like you
Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me
Smoking next to me
Vaping lightly next to me
 
And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance
We both love that
And I love that we have that in common
 
Also, neither one of us can go back to New York
For you are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post
 
LA, who am I to need you when I have needed so much, asked for so much, and what I have been given, I'm not sure yet
I may never know that either until I'm dead
For now though, what I do know
 

Is although I don't deserve you
Not you at your best and your splendor
With towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion
 
Not you at your worst
Totally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you
You see, I have no mother
And you do
A continental shelf
A larger piece of land from where you came
And I?
I'm an orphan
 
A little seashell that rests upon your native shores
One of many, for sure
But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone
For that reason, let me love you
Don't mind my desperation
Let me hold you, not just for vacation
But for real and for forever
Make it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
 
Dont be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally quite quiet
Quite a meditator, actually
I'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's realization center, I'm sure
 
I promise you'll barely even notice me
Unless you want to notice me
Unless you prefer a rambunctious child
In which case, I can turn it on, too
 
I'm quite good on the stage as you may know
You might have heard of me
 
So either way, I'll fit in just fine
So just love me by doing nothing
 
And perhaps by not shaking the county line
I'm yours if you'll have me, but regardless
You're mine

Book version:

I absolutely need to see this look in real life with my own two eyes

stan twitter is being so digusting to her too

she looks so young and vibrant and healthy 

hoping for more storytelling esque songs like VB and MAC those are seriously some of her best songs lyrically 

Think taylor discussion should stay in Taylors thread. We don’t want to confuse mediocrity with the supreme that is Lana Del Rey

the next time i hear about FoLkLoRe in this forum i will-

saaaaame
 
VB is the main reason why I love NFR
sis really hypnotized me through that track 

You're cherry picking the simple lyrics but go awf