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Okay this is the unreleased, if anyone has them in better quality please share I still need to sort the demos, so I'll upload those another time.
 
https://dbree.org/v/ba1e10
A Boy & A Girl
 
https://dbree.org/v/115f21
Adam & Eve
 
https://dbree.org/v/ba3c7a
Cellar Door
 
https://dbree.org/v/11fba4
Hearts & Daggers
 
https://dbree.org/v/fba57c
Don't Stop Me Now
 
https://dbree.org/v/65f211
Like Foxes Do
 
https://dbree.org/v/75f211
The Long Way Home
 
https://dbree.org/v/211fba
Time With Hands
 
https://dbree.org/v/fba924
Too Close To The Sun
 
https://dbree.org/v/fba9fc
Hollywood
 
https://dbree.org/v/5f211f
Tripping the Light Fantastic
 
https://dbree.org/v/bab6ca
Civil War
 
https://dbree.org/v/11fbac
We Are Islands
 
https://dbree.org/v/f211fb
The Hangover (Live)
 
https://dbree.org/v/11fbae
Light Me Up (Live)
 
https://dbree.org/v/211fbb
Time With Hands (Demo)
 
https://dbree.org/v/f21205
All files zipped
 

Honestly, I respected it especially since at the root of it all, I'm the one who would get in trouble as the owner! After that one phone call I had with Ed regarding the Love leak, I'll forever make sure everyone stays on top of their game here, and I appreciate that others do too. If you see this place as a home like I do, you wouldn't want to see anyone put it in jeopardy of being taken down, would you? x

@@takeitdoen thank u so much for transcribing everything u are an angel

So this is the ultimate rebuttal of everything America has become under Trump. We have a President who denies climate change and does not even try to unite the country.
 
Lana sees America has being fragile. We think of our nation as strong, but we are only one incompetent leader away from being a mess which is certainly the case now.
 
Lana sees what is really going on. She can speak out about it but if she doesn’t then Trump prevails plus Lana ends up in the psychiatric ward. Kind of reminds me of when Lana called out Kanye for backing Trump. She said that a Trump winning was a loss for the country but active support for him was a loss for the culture.
 
Lana believes in an America that lives up to its promise.
 
Then there are the biblical references about Adam and Eve; when we take and take, we destroy the paradise that we can have.
 
All in all, Lana is challenging Trump’s populism and this culture of greed that has been holding society back.

Paradise is very fragile,
and it seems like it’s only getting worse.
 
Down here in Florida,
We’re fighting red toxic tides,
Massive fish kills,
Not to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels.
 
Back in Los Angeles, things aren’t looking much better.
My treehouse that’d been standing for 80 years succumbed to the woolsy fire.
 
Who would’ve thought that this year at 33,
You would’ve been taken out from under me,
After all those years?
 
Built from the ground up, by hand, by your very first owner.
Quiet world war one aviation pilot.
I tried to save you, but the German Shepard seemed more important.
 
Paradise is very fragile,
and it’s only getting worse.
 
Our leader is a megalomaniac,
And we’ve seen that before.
But never 'cause it was what the country deserved.
 
My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture,
but it’s either that or I 5150 myself.
 
They don’t understand.
I’m a dreamer.
And I had big dreams for the country.
Not for what it could do, but how it could feel.
How it could think,
How it could dream.
 
I know.
Who am I to dream for you?
It’s just that in my own mind,
I was born with a little bit of paradise.
I was lucky in that way.
Not like my husband,
Who was born and raised in hell.
 
I always had something gentle to give.
All of me, in fact.
It’s one of the beautiful things about me.
It’s one of the beautiful things about nature.
 
But... lately I’ve been thinking that I wish
Someone had told me when I was younger
More about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise.
 
That should they take too much,
There would be nothing left to give.
Not everyone’s nature is golden and green.
And you can’t fight what’s in your nature.
 
I got to thinking about it as we were fighting the fires in Agora
But I’m tired of fighting you.
 
Paradise is very fragile,
and it’s only getting worse.
 
And every time I think of that,
I think about the curse bestowed upon Eve
That fateful eve she took that bite of fruit from that fruitful tree.
And this summer night, you in front of me,
Makes me contemplate the origins of good and evil.
 
Because you take, and you take, and take, and you take,
But you taste like the beach and a kiss.
Candy from my eyes,
in my veins you run citrus.
 
Watercolour images of serpents on orange trees arise in my midst.
Kundalini, you breathe me.
I could do this forever.
 
But my heart is very fragile,
and I have nothing left to give.
 
 
 
thank you to @ takeitdoen for the transcript, for it is released in Australia

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.

@@Elle this is Salamander!
 
and I am floooored. 
 
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.

LA I sold my life 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 sax/sex(?) 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'm pathetic but so are you
can I come home now?
daughter to no one, table for one
party of thousands of people I don't know
at delilah where my ex husband works
i'm sick of this but can I come home now?
mother to no one, private jets

Lol we don't even need a sketchy site. This is the biggest tech retailer in Germany & apparently the 7 min. SportCruiser is true but most are very short: https://www.saturn.de/de/product/_lana-del-rey-violet-bent-backwards-over-the-gras-b%C3%BCcher-cd-2667681.html

https://imgur.com/BS4QoyF

Didn’t Lana explain that she would be heading to New Mexico, Utah, and Arizona solely for the purpose of the Navajo Water Project? I think she said this on her insta post for violet

Yesterday, Lana Del Rey posed with the owner of The Wild Rose western wear boutique while shopping in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Lana previously visited this boutique in November 2019 during her travels for the 3rd Leg (Midwest) of the NFR! Tour, in which she performed in Albuquerque for the first time.

Lana is currently making her way through New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah to support fundraising for the Navajo Water Project.

Now she needs to release a backdated collection from 2008-2011
 

i wish patent leather do-over was on VBBOTG, its so beautiful and the instrumentation behind it is literally orgasmic
 
my expectations for VBBOTG skyrocketed after PLDO 

she once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet.....
 
and now she is   

HQ promo pics from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Untitled-SR-Confirmed-Simon-Schuster/dp/1982167289/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1594274985&sr=8-5   
 

HQ promo pics from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Untitled-SR-Confirmed-Simon-Schuster/dp/1982167289/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1594274985&sr=8-5   
 

HQ promo pics from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Untitled-SR-Confirmed-Simon-Schuster/dp/1982167289/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1594274985&sr=8-5   
 

Thanks for sharing. Then don't use it.

Thanks for sharing. Then don't use it.

Thanks for sharing. Then don't use it.

Thanks for sharing. Then don't use it.

social media sites are watching us and selling our data. whats new. yawn

Currently, Lana Del Rey is celebrating her 35th birthday with her friends at her home in Los Angeles, California.
Her friends attending her celebration are Jen Stith, Annie Tomberlin, Val Vogt, Aleque Reid, Jessica Buch, and Jess's boyfriend Kevin & his daughter Valentina.



 
Happy birthday, Lana. Much love from everyone at LanaBoards