Ivory Cricket

But I love that man Like no body can
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again 
 

But I love that man Like no body can
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again 
 

But I love that man Like no body can
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again 
 

But I love that man Like no body can
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again 
 

How To Disappear... YES MA'AM.

I’ve been saying this since the day it dropped but How to disappear’s so ahead of its time. People aren’t ready to recognize its excellence yet.

Yessss. They're just perfect. !

Tbh over time I’ve realised the sleigh bells give the track a lot of character

imagine coming into a thread called "norman fucking rockwell: post-release discussion" and telling people to stop discussing norman fucking rockwell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bH7ZaBNeKcM

Can this church convert me from poor to rich, thanks

c'mon bootcut

Are you me? This is the tea right here

Im screaming. I need more information on whatever this mess is RIGHT NOW 

Something like Oh Say Can You See or A Star for Nick

Lol... dude. Yes I don't particularly like this album, but if you actually read my comments, they are not targeting people that "love" the album and try to convince them otherwise. I'm mainly pointing out specific aspects about the album I find to be lackluster on my end, but also poiting out that having only critics to back up your love for the album is very dishonest and ridicule.
 
Also, imagine thinking that I, or other people on this thread that write comments similar to mine, are being considered annoying or repetitive because we write comments in a thread dedicated to an album, when on the other hand the only other comments on this thread are "what song grew on you? <3" or "rank you songs from least favourite to most favourite!".
 
Some people love the album, others don't. But don't come for me for participating in a discussion regarding an album, when there's not much going on, or much substance being discussed, about said album less than four months after its release. Geez. 
 
Edit: didn't read you second comment... I guess I can say I was right? lol

Imagine getting in your feelings and having nothing better do to than to resolve to post and quote articles and reviews excerpts about people praising the album, because you literally have no arguments/original thoughts to use and debate or ague with.
 
Better, coming here and throw a hissy fit to the people that don't like Jack as a producer and are able to point out specific elements they don't like about his production style and musicianship. Like he's legit acting surprised that people are talking about NFR and Jack in the NFR thread... I honestly can't relate to this level of foolishness.   
 
I've said it before, but I'm almost certain that Jared is Jack in disguise. This is the only explanation.     

I honestly can't finish the entire song. I get weirded out and feel like it should have ended at least two or three sentences sooner.

Agreed. it's watered down Lana

yes PLEASE. More songs like California, The greatest, and HIAB please     

Thats terrible news. Im very sorry your going through that right now

venice bitch my most played song on spotify this year, mariners being second (these songs literally saved me)

New classics:
 
"I got a kid named Ivory Cricket in the yard..." 
"I moved to Oklahoma but it's just a state of mind..."
 
Lana wanting to write in the middle of a crime scene is the most "old Lana" thing I've heard in ages; gives me hope that edgy/weird/dark Lana is still in there somewhere. 
 
She does sound serious about Crooked Cop, but if they break up, there could be a great album to be written about how she tried doing the whole Norman Rockwell life with a step-kid and beer fests and such...and then it all went wrong and she's in psycho-Lana mode again.    Norman Rockwell Bates    

Are you me? This is the tea right here

the fact the insufferable soul with self inflicted hearing damage and the random nerd talking with his hands gif is back and using it again is the final straw in what drives me to shooting myself in the stomach repeatedly

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