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Some v classy Star Wars-like shit about the premier at the end of this one..
 
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Also, about the places getting premieres....
 

 

 
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I like her! And I love her music ♥

Platinum and vale acrylics
Skim the paper for the critics
Baby's breath and Elvis lyrics
On the copper bar

Late in motel lounges singin'
Spotlight on the band is swingin'
Chateau Marmont memories fading
Hope is very far

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace catchin'
Baby, on the chandelier

Sweeping scents and blue hydrangea
Summer hail and summer stranger
Baby, he's in constant danger
Help is very far

"You look like a Florida native
Are you?" I said, at the rate of
Slow molasses from the state of
Vermont with a Southern drawl

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On the chandelier

He said he'd come to welcome, warn me
Just your diamond to adorn me
Come to be and see the one and only
For my final year
Well, thank you

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
Where are you when I need you most?

MOTEL 6

Kinda Outta Luck 

lmao ''serial killer'' is like the second most overrated ldr song tbh. damn you taking first place, of course. 

I'll post that new week or something, here is a new poster (which i prefer) I made after the first poster was released. 
 

 
The full size is really good quality, you can buy a print of it here: http://society6.com/TrashMagic/TROPICO_Print 

Don't worry, there is footage from the trailer park days, and Stefani will ALWAYS suck!

Awww this is so sweet I hope one day feel the same ♥

I'm not strong enough to watch the video... 
 
Why this is important to me?
 
HUMAN RIGHTS SIR! JUST THAT!

I'm not strong enough to watch the video... 
 
Why this is important to me?
 
HUMAN RIGHTS SIR! JUST THAT!

Who confirmed it? I mean the festival production said it was just a rumor all 'cause a newspaper said that Lana is going to that festival, everything it's so blurry 

There's a lot of things that make me doubt about the Chilean tour date and place... ~

lol

It's amazing! good job but I don't like the font you used on "Tropico" looks plain and I think you should have done the frame a little bit thinner. The rest is ok ♥~

Welcome to LANALYSIS, where we get real unhealthy in our obsessions and absolutely revel in it.

This is a project I've been maintaining for a while now--Lana + Analysis...get it? The basic purpose is to relate every one of her songs (that's right, every last one of them) to her known and assumed relationships. Not a stone is left unturned. Privacy is violated. The fans rejoice. Mind you, it’s all pure speculation, but ~this is what makes us stans~

It’s pretty long but an interesting read, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy it in all it’s updated glory, and I will continue to update as new information is revealed and new songs come out. I will also be adding pictures, sources, etc. Stay tuned!

Let’s get started!



EARLY RELATIONSHIPS (1985 - ~2005)



LOCAL ROCKSTARS (~2005 - 2009)



YOU MADE ME NICE FOR A WHILE (2009 - 2011)



POST-BREAKTHROUGH (2011+)



IN THE LAND OF DISCREPANCIES



ADVANCED LANALYSIS



IN SUMMARY..

Lingering questions…
- Who the fuck is K?
- Who the fuck is Ray?
- Who the fuck is Bill? Is Bill really K? Does Bill matter at all?
- What significance do cars play? She mentions eight in total (white Corvette, white Pontiac, blue Chevy Nova/Chevrolet, Cadillac convertible, Mercedes, pickup truck, Lamborghini, Bugatti Veyron)
- When was she/who was she with in New York City and New Jersey? Ditto LA? Most mysterious and pressing, her time in the South?
- Did she have a fling with Bradley Soileau?
- Did Chris C. matter enough to her for her to write songs about him?

Assumptions Made:
- Lana was a gogo dancer.
- K is a drug dealer/murderer, dead or on death row.
- Jimmy is her ex-fiancé, addicted to cocaine despite a Wikipedia page stressing how healthy he is, associated with Chevrolets.
- Much of Sirens is about completely different relationships.
- She fucked Bradley.
- Mike controlled her career but their relationship wasn’t associated with anything fucked up like drugs or stripping.


Thanks for reading! I crave both your feedback and theories! This remains a forum collaboration and I don't claim to have the final say on Lanalytical manners.

For the sake of believability, I'm always hunting receipts, and currently:
- The interview where she refers to "Yayo" as the prequel to "Video Games"
- The interview where she describes "Video Games" as dealing with mutual sobriety in a relationship--her and her partner both staying clean.
- The interview where she talks about meeting her boyfriend in rehab and being dazzled by his small-scale celebrity.

You were the freak king of the piercing shop
All the girls thought they could sing, but they’re really not shit
I don’t get it
 
You’re looking like a man, you’re talking like a baby
How the fuck is your song in a Coke commercial, crazy?
I don’t get it
Your taste once exquisite
 
What happened to Brooklyn, what happened to New York?
What happened to my scene, what happened to punk rock, rock?
 
You called me the queen of the downtown scene, babe
How the fuck would you go switch it up and then replace me?
I don’t get it, I’m so legit
 
Tell me, was it ‘cause I wasn’t platinum in jewels?
That perhaps you thought I was a little bit of an uncool kid
Was that it?
 
Stefani, you suck, I know you’re selling twenty million
Wish they could have seen you when we booed you off in Williamsburg
You’re hurt, I know my words don’t hurt, yeah
 
Oh, girl, I see you walking 'round in your pearls
Thinking that you’re number one
You’re so funny, ‘cause honey, you’re not
 
What happened to Brooklyn, the last frontier?
They said you could make it anywhere if you can make it here
But where, no magic in the air
 
What happened to Brooklyn, what happened to our scene, baby?
Have we all gone Gaga crazy?
Remember when the streets used to be dangerous and we were born bad
And we were born bad?
 
Punk rock, punk rock
The boys used to punch each other in the face and girls were walking around wasted
And everyone had a good night, come back in sunlight
Punk rock, rock, rock

If you get lonely, think of me only
Prison isn’t going to keep me from you
Remember Coney Island and how we’d
Wade into the water ‘til the waves turned blue
 
Nobody does have to know that our love’s alive
Keep it on the low, if you want to hide
Got that same address if you want to write
One/On Greenwich Avenue, wishing and thinking of you
 
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes
 
If you get lonely, think of this only
Heaven hasn’t forgotten about you
Though you can’t hold me, pick up and phone me
Use your one phone call on your ex-girl boo
 
I won’t tell a single soul how you spend your nights
In that single cell, holding your pillow tight
If you really are afraid, then you ought to know
That you’re the one I want, the one I want forevermore
 
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes
 
I know you get scared sometimes, boy
Nothing to be feared when you’re in my heart
Troubles come in threes, but in your case
They came in millions and trillions, but that’s alright
 
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes
 
Like TV in black and white (x4)

You’re breaking my heart tonight
Kissing me hard, seeing valentina stars delight
I just wanna party tonight
We’re breaking all the rules, but baby, it’ll feel so right
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Take me for a ride, boy
Don’t leave me on the side, boy
 
Hey guy, what you doing? I like you a lot
I’ve been watching you, you’re watching me, I think you’re hot-hot
Gold hoops, cherry pie, I’m the apple of his eye
Jean-Paul Gaultier, Versace, and yayo
 
I like, I like, I like this roller coaster ride, ride
Don’t leave me on the side, boy
 
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Kissing me hard, seeing valentina stars delight
I just wanna party tonight
We’re breaking all the rules, but baby, it’ll feel so right
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Take me for a ride, boy
Don’t leave me on the side, boy
 
Hey, fly boy, you’re cruising faster than the light
Bling is shining bright and you got lightning in your eyes-eyes
Gold chain, kissing fly, leaning on your chrome ride
Versailles, St. Tropez, lingerie, and yayo
 
I like, I like, I like this roller coaster ride, ride
Don’t leave me on the side, boy
 
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Kissing me hard, seeing valentina stars delight
I just wanna party tonight
We’re breaking all the rules, but baby, it’ll feel so right
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Take me for a ride, boy
Don’t leave me on the side, boy
 
I know we fight, we go out every night
But what do you expect from the Hollywood lifestyle?
He says it’s wrong, no baby boy, it’s right
Passion is a thing you can't buy, it's hard to find
 
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Kissing me hard, seeing valentina stars delight
I just wanna party tonight
We’re breaking all the rules, but baby, it’ll feel so right
 
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Kissing me hard, seeing valentina stars delight
I just wanna party tonight
We’re breaking all the rules, but baby, it’ll feel so right
You’re breaking my heart tonight
Take me for a ride, boy
Don’t leave me on the side, boy