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    Those rumours sound legit to me, and yeah I know I'm being deulu. I just think that Lana is really experimenting this time, like she wants to just fuck shit up. For example, her new bf seems like someone who can get Lana out of her shell and I think Lana might apply this new found freedom to her music. I might even say this new album might be more controversial than Ultraviolence

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    2 hours ago, Sportscruiser said:

    If she doesn’t rework Valley of The Dolls into the gargantuan album opener it DESERVES to be, I’ll flip out.

     

    Lisyen… the demo of that song is so atmospheric and charged with unhinged emotion… can you imagine her singing “TAKE… THE GUN… AND PUT IT! TO! MY! HEAD!!! SO I CAN FORGET AGAINNNNNNN” in the very first song of the new album… I would literally pass out :true:

     

    She literally has nothing to prove at this point. She’s showed she can be a trailblazer, a poet, the best lyricist working today, a reclusive songstress, an auteur who perfectly blends art pop and commercial trends without every compromising her vision which by itself is so unique… at this point, she can start doing some weird experimental shit and everyone will eat it up.

     

    Take a 2 year break, create something chaotic and visceral, send the middle fingers to everyone in the industry and do whatever the hell you feel like it without polishing anything. Your fans will be here for you regardless - and your peers will pay attention and borrow inspiration from it. You’re one of a kind, Lana! Come on now :ma:

     

    Ugh YESSS. That song is so good :cumming2:

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    Just now, Cherry Blossom said:

    When we all get trolled and DNC literally means nothing. Probably like Dad N Chuck or something :what: 

     

    i don’t think lana trusts herself to give us easter eggs months in advance because she almost always drastically changes her vision :bebe:

    OH MEIN GOD I JUST REPLIED DAD N CHUCK LKFJSJDIEHEKFHEKEHWOWH

     

    Our minds! It has to be that :true:

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    I discovered a poem by Sylvia Plath a few nights ago. I've always liked her poetry but for some reason I never read her most famous one.

     

    'Daddy'

     

    Spoiler

    You do not do, you do not do
    Any more, black shoe
    In which I have lived like a foot
    For thirty years, poor and white,
    Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

    Daddy, I have had to kill you.
    You died before I had time—-
    Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
    Ghastly statue with one gray toe
    Big as a Frisco seal

    And a head in the freakish Atlantic
    Where it pours bean green over blue
    In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
    I used to pray to recover you.
    Ach, du.

    In the German tongue, in the Polish town
    Scraped flat by the roller
    Of wars, wars, wars.
    But the name of the town is common.
    My Polack friend

    Says there are a dozen or two.
    So I never could tell where you
    Put your foot, your root,
    I never could talk to you.
    The tongue stuck in my jaw.

    It stuck in a barb wire snare.
    Ich, ich, ich, ich,
    I could hardly speak.
    I thought every German was you.
    And the language obscene

    An engine, an engine,
    Chuffing me off like a Jew.
    A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
    I began to talk like a Jew.
    I think I may well be a Jew.

    The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
    Are not very pure or true.
    With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
    And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
    I may be a bit of a Jew.

    I have always been scared of you,
    With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
    And your neat mustache
    And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
    Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——

    Not God but a swastika
    So black no sky could squeak through.
    Every woman adores a Fascist,
    The boot in the face, the brute
    Brute heart of a brute like you.

    You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
    In the picture I have of you,
    A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
    But no less a devil for that, no not
    Any less the black man who

    Bit my pretty red heart in two.
    I was ten when they buried you.
    At twenty I tried to die
    And get back, back, back to you.
    I thought even the bones would do.

    But they pulled me out of the sack,
    And they stuck me together with glue.
    And then I knew what to do.
    I made a model of you,
    A man in black with a Meinkampf look

    And a love of the rack and the screw.
    And I said I do, I do.
    So daddy, I'm finally through.
    The black telephone's off at the root,
    The voices just can't worm through.

    If I've killed one man, I've killed two—-
    The vampire who said he was you
    And drank my blood for a year,
    Seven years, if you want to know.
    Daddy, you can lie back now.

    There's a stake in your fat black heart
    And the villagers never liked you.
    They are dancing and stamping on you.
    They always knew it was you.
    Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

     

    I like how this poem tells us she tried to find her father in her husband. It sort of reminds me of Text Book :um2:

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