Trinity

I honestly thought it said that, too.
Also "Diamond Blue, baby, New York City" seems to be quite a popular lyric of hers. 

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground

Okay, let's go
One, two, three, four

No, I'm not vintage, no, I don't care
No, I'm not Kylie, no, you can't compare me
To another one, there's no one else
I'm nobody, I'm just myself
It's not Fight Club, I'm a rare snowflake
But if I hear you bringing me down, calling me so fake
I will fight you (yes), I will fight you (yes)
Because in the end, there's only truth
And God is gonna smite you
Besides that, I don't like you

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)

No, I'm not retro, no, I'm not fair
Yes, I like to read in golden heels and underwear
And it's not Scarface, 'cause I'mma live forever
If I hear from anyone you're trying to get too clever
Then I will fight you, I will win
I will rise again, soar in the wind
It's my destiny, the way my life begins
So if you're in my way, I'll knock you down like kingpin

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

I'm wearing the invisible crown, you can't see it yet
Touring up in here in the town, a soul singer, yes
Sometimes I rap, too, I'm a white girl
But the world is my oyster, I'm a little pearl, yep

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
Rain, rain go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground

Okay, let's go
One, two, three, four

No, I'm not vintage, no, I don't care
No, I'm not Kylie, no, you can't compare me
To another one, there's no one else
I'm nobody, I'm just myself
It's not Fight Club, I'm a rare snowflake
But if I hear you bringing me down, calling me so fake
I will fight you (yes), I will fight you (yes)
Because in the end, there's only truth
And God is gonna smite you
Besides that, I don't like you

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)

No, I'm not retro, no, I'm not fair
Yes, I like to read in golden heels and underwear
And it's not Scarface, 'cause I'mma live forever
If I hear from anyone you're trying to get too clever
Then I will fight you, I will win
I will rise again, soar in the wind
It's my destiny, the way my life begins
So if you're in my way, I'll knock you down like kingpin

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

I'm wearing the invisible crown, you can't see it yet
Touring up in here in the town, a soul singer, yes
Sometimes I rap, too, I'm a white girl
But the world is my oyster, I'm a little pearl, yep

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
Rain, rain go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground

Okay, let's go
One, two, three, four

No, I'm not vintage, no, I don't care
No, I'm not Kylie, no, you can't compare me
To another one, there's no one else
I'm nobody, I'm just myself
It's not Fight Club, I'm a rare snowflake
But if I hear you bringing me down, calling me so fake
I will fight you (yes), I will fight you (yes)
Because in the end, there's only truth
And God is gonna smite you
Besides that, I don't like you

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)

No, I'm not retro, no, I'm not fair
Yes, I like to read in golden heels and underwear
And it's not Scarface, 'cause I'mma live forever
If I hear from anyone you're trying to get too clever
Then I will fight you, I will win
I will rise again, soar in the wind
It's my destiny, the way my life begins
So if you're in my way, I'll knock you down like kingpin

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

I'm wearing the invisible crown, you can't see it yet
Touring up in here in the town, a soul singer, yes
Sometimes I rap, too, I'm a white girl
But the world is my oyster, I'm a little pearl, yep

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
Rain, rain go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground

Okay, let's go
One, two, three, four

No, I'm not vintage, no, I don't care
No, I'm not Kylie, no, you can't compare me
To another one, there's no one else
I'm nobody, I'm just myself
It's not Fight Club, I'm a rare snowflake
But if I hear you bringing me down, calling me so fake
I will fight you (yes), I will fight you (yes)
Because in the end, there's only truth
And God is gonna smite you
Besides that, I don't like you

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)

No, I'm not retro, no, I'm not fair
Yes, I like to read in golden heels and underwear
And it's not Scarface, 'cause I'mma live forever
If I hear from anyone you're trying to get too clever
Then I will fight you, I will win
I will rise again, soar in the wind
It's my destiny, the way my life begins
So if you're in my way, I'll knock you down like kingpin

I just wanna party, boy, I don't wanna fight
But everybody knows that that's the way it is
Only players can survive
 
They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
(Only players can survive)
Rain, rain, go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
(Only players can survive)
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

I'm wearing the invisible crown, you can't see it yet
Touring up in here in the town, a soul singer, yes
Sometimes I rap, too, I'm a white girl
But the world is my oyster, I'm a little pearl, yep

They all know my name now
It's just another lonely day on the playground
Rain, rain go away, now
Come again another day in the game now
 
Ring around the rosie, oh
I don't wanna fall down
Keep my feet on the ground
Pocket full of nursery rhymes
I'm just biding my time
Biding my lines

He used to call me D.N, that stood for Drunken Nudist.

view galleryWho knows a girl better than her sister? No one—that’s why NYLON asked Lana Del Rey to interview and photograph her baby sis Chuck Grant, who just so happens to be an in-demand, cool-girl photographer. Clearly, talent runs in those stylish genes.
“Chuck has been photographing me for 10 years, and the shots she’s taken have revealed a lot to me about who she is,” says Del Rey. “She captures what I consider to be the visual equivalent of what I do sonically. Even years ago, when she was just beginning, she seemed to have a reason and a vision for each frame. Now, after I've met so many famous photographers, her aesthetic and talent still stands out as being one of the most interesting and well developed.”
Listen in as the two talk about photography, fashion, and yoga    
When it comes to photography, describe your aesthetic.
My work is pretty graphic, and I like a flash. The image has to be beautiful and compelling, but I also incorporate humor into my photos. I would say my style is fine art documentary, which includes photographers like Philip-Lorca diCorcia and Tina Barney, who document the lives of really interesting people—diCorcia did a project called “Hustlers,” where he got a grant from the government to photograph male prostitutes. That’s a very strong concept to me.
Which projects have you really enjoyed shooting?
I really liked shooting Mormon families in Utah for New York magazine. They were profiling the creative class within the Mormon subculture.   
That’s very you; when I think of you, I think of subcultures.  
It’s something I’ve spent a lot of time talking about, so it’s natural that those types of assignments would come to me. 
Now that you’ve spent time shooting me on the road, and also spent the past few years shooting in more of a documentary style, what are your plans for the future?
I’m interested in dipping into fashion. 
That’s kind of strange that you’ve gotten there now, considering last year you became certified as a yoga teacher and have been involved in a lot of really grounding Eastern practices. I would think you might be drawn to something more serene.
I know! But right now I just want to work with people who are smart and serious about photography, and deliver shots that are sincere and inspired by what I'm interested in. I also feel compelled these days to incorporate faith in my work, whether it’s through photography or by teaching yoga. I believe you need to be a conduit for divinity, and I think teaching yoga or having inspired conversations infuse my photography with a new sense of purpose that makes the photographs even more personal to me. 
So who would you be interested in shooting for fashion?
Someone like Lupita Nyong'o for Cistanthe, a really culturally relevant, beautiful brand. 
What collaborations with photographers and fashion have you really liked?
I love Juergen Teller for Marc Jacobs. Juergen likes to shoot celebrity types in shocking ways. So when he shot [unconventional models] for Marc Jacobs, it was very on point for him and the brand. 
That reminds me of one of your projects about Tina, an ex-corporate executive and aging debutante, who still wore pink streaks in her hair, and was dating much younger men.
I remember walking into Tina’s apartment and realizing that her whole world was already so well conceived—it was impossible to take a bad picture. The same was true when I was shooting Leandra Medine for her blog Man Repeller. She knew exactly who she was, and I appreciated that. 
You’ve told me before that you like symbolism and symmetry in photography. Why is that? 
I think that anyone can take a photograph, but I believe there is such a thing as a perfect composition. I like when the objects in a frame tell their own story and carry a narrative. Cartier-Bresson, or any of those street photographers, like Friedlander, are still so relevant today because their content was so striking and important, but almost more important was the form and beauty found in their composition. I strive for that.
 
source http://www.nylon.com/articles/visual-storyteller-chuck-grant

I think we're losing what we used to have, you know
You loved me better one year ago, oh
Don't let me down, don't let me down so low
 
But I won't be ashamed if you leave me
I won't be all that mad if you go
Cause I know, yes I know
 
You always spending all that stupid time
With your band on the road
But your band is all the rage
So I've been told
But you can still come home
You can still come home when you want
 
And I won't be ashamed to take you back in
Won't be ashamed to put a kiss on your lips
Cause I know, I know
 
Boy, don't call me up quickly on the phone
It's been five nights since I heard the tone of your voice
You act like everything's alright
But we both know, we both know that it's not
And it's far from ever being good again
I'm gonna love you forever
If you come back, I'll take you back in baby
Back in, baby, back in, back in
 
I love you more than I will even know
You're so special
I guess that's why you got it where you go
But when you get real big, baby
Remember that little old cowgirl
Waiting for you back in that Red River Valley
Waiting back in that Tallahassee
I love you

FUCK MY FACE, I REALLY WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO POST A TOPIC ABOUT THIS BUT I AM STILL SO HAPPY SOMEONE DID.

I have been following Chris for a while now, not as long as @@evilentity, or as extensively, probably just since this past winter. However, I got really overwhelmed with this need to find out more, so I went on a whim in March and just messaged him:



He didn't directly respond, but then this happened a while after:



Really fucking fantastic guy, and absolutely inspirational. I have been convinced that the two fed off each other for inspiration and shared a fairly close relationship in terms of artistry. He still really enjoys her work, as a series of posts indicate on his personal Facebook, including one that explains "The Musical Genealogy of Lana Del Rey's New Single 'West Coast."

I've inferred that she may still be a prominent muse in many of his pieces, new and old. If not a tale of unrequited/forbidden love, definitely a tale of the everlasting impression one can leave on a writer/artist, long after the imprint has been made. I don't know as much as evil does, but I do strongly urge anyone to check out the Facebook page, he updates it frequently, and really has a form of poetry that's just so eloquent, beautiful, and at times very uplifting or heartbreaking.

Definitely kinda sorta in love with him. He was one of two poets in the last year that helped me find my voice again as a writer.

I stumbled on this about two and a half years ago and have a ridiculously long and almost creepily thorough megapost detailing all of this I need to finish editing. They're poems written about her by an online admirer/acquaintance of hers named Chris Cole. Although he was clearly smitten with her, it doesn't appear they were ever more than friends. I've been in contact with him and will post more about this after following up on one thing with him.
 
Edit: At the time I also looked into the question of who inspired who, and except for the possibility that he may have introduced her to Walt Whitman's poem "I Sing the Body Electric", and perhaps the Arthur/Marilyn theme from "Puppy Love", it appears her lyrics and DIY videos predate all his references to them.

So .. if you are not a celebrity, you automatically have a boring hairstyle, gain weight and wear terrible clothing. Interesting.
 
Still a nice picture.

I am done forever. Goodbye world. Goodbye Lanaboards. I can't believe this. I'm hurting. I am so.. Ugh, I just.. Bye. Goodbye. 
     

Misheard Lana Lyrics

 

Here is where we can post lyrics that we've misheard in Lana's songs.

Be sure to post the real lyric, too.

I'll start:

 

In Diet Mountain Dew it says:

"There in his white Pontiac Heaven"

I thought it said:

"Ridin' his white pony named Kevin"

 

I know, embarrassing 

Can't wait to read some of yours!

Misheard Lana Lyrics

 

Here is where we can post lyrics that we've misheard in Lana's songs.

Be sure to post the real lyric, too.

I'll start:

 

In Diet Mountain Dew it says:

"There in his white Pontiac Heaven"

I thought it said:

"Ridin' his white pony named Kevin"

 

I know, embarrassing 

Can't wait to read some of yours!

Let's be real, OTTR is just one big lyrical masterpiece but my favorite line is: Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes / Says it feels like heaven to him
Also Old Money is becoming one of my favorites, lyrically: The power of youth is on my mind / Sun set, small town, I'm out of time / Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty

RIDING HIS WHITE PONY NAMED KEVIN.
WAIT, MAYBE KEVIN IS K. OMG.

In "Paradise" she says, "Rock you like a real bad baby" and I thought she said "Bought you like a realtor, baby" :')

Also in TIWMUG, it says "high heels in her hand". I always thought it said "flyers in her hand" and had this image of a drunk girl passing out flyers for something on the side of the road while Lana just leans against a chain link fence and smokes a cigarette..
It's a beautiful image, I tell you. It really is.   

Misheard Lana Lyrics

 

Here is where we can post lyrics that we've misheard in Lana's songs.

Be sure to post the real lyric, too.

I'll start:

 

In Diet Mountain Dew it says:

"There in his white Pontiac Heaven"

I thought it said:

"Ridin' his white pony named Kevin"

 

I know, embarrassing 

Can't wait to read some of yours!

Also in TIWMUG, it says "high heels in her hand". I always thought it said "flyers in her hand" and had this image of a drunk girl passing out flyers for something on the side of the road while Lana just leans against a chain link fence and smokes a cigarette..
It's a beautiful image, I tell you. It really is.   

When is she supposed to say "we can plant our seed" in BBY?!? Sounds very misheard to me xD

No matter how much I drill it into my head that she sings "You think you're Hunter S..." in Is This Happiness, I always hear "You think you're Lana Rey" (its the pause-ish before she finishes the S sound). 

The song Radio, to me, has always been more about the mood and the melody than the lyrics, which for the most part aren't that great. One line, though:
 
"I heard the streets were paved with gold. That's what my father said"
 
That line has always been really poignant to me. I guess other people haven't mentioned it because besides that line it isn't a very special song lyrically.

Let's be real, OTTR is just one big lyrical masterpiece but my favorite line is: Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes / Says it feels like heaven to him
Also Old Money is becoming one of my favorites, lyrically: The power of youth is on my mind / Sun set, small town, I'm out of time / Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty