Elle

(the title of this poem is unknown) Jasmine in the air the burden of fame is real never felt so clear Because the sweetness and one noteness of honeysuckle and Jasmine on the first day of spring always stand in such a stark contrast to the layers of chaos and duality that fame has brought to my life Call me dramatic but it’s the first thing I think of when i see or smell something that is unmistakably itself- something that can’t be interpreted in any other way but one way What a gift for a flower to invoke only one smell and one sense of romance. With no disdain or melancholy attached to its fragrance. And to be enjoyed for free and for that reason unable to be evaluated

(the title of this poem is unknown) Wondering if it's Astronomical twilight Or civil twilight https://twitter.com/LanaDelRey/status/1136113007098904576

yes, it is currently also her instagram bio x

(the title of this poem is unknown) You in the soft light the 405 from Venice a river of red Even though it’s after 8 o’clock the traffic makes it one hour from Venice to Encino. Our car is higher than most on the road and as far as I can see forwards and backwards- a river of red tail lights. But you look so beautiful in red. Like a movie I don’t want to see end~ I never understood people who didn’t think traffic was romantic. There’s so much beauty in having to wait

(the title of this poem is unknown, but Lana captioned her instagram post of the poem with "it comes in waves" suggesting that it may be the title.) i measure time by the days i've spent away from you that thought occurred to me as i watched the sky go dark from blue

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.

(The title of this poem is unknown) You can have a life beyond your wildest dreams all you have to do is change everything... all you have to do is change everything All you have to do is change everything all you have to do is change everything

Perfect petals punctuate the fabrics yellow blue silver platters with strawberries strewn across the room In Zimmerman with sandals on one summer dress to choose Three girls eyes rolled loud laughter dust specs lit by afternoon My life is sweet like lemonade now there's no bitter fruit ? eternal sunshine of the spotless mind no thought of you My thoughts have changed my voice is higher now I'm over you No flickering in my head movies projected in Bellevue Because I captured the mood of my wish fulfilled and sailed to Xanadu The grief that came in waves that rolled I navigated through The fire from my wish as wind to future-trip to Malibu now everything I have is perfect nothing much to do just perfect florals green embroidered chairs one dress to choose

Written Version You move like water sweet baby sweet waiter making the night smile to no one you cater silent wood worker from midnight till later my lover my laughter my armor my maker The way that i feel with you is something like aching a universe hung like a mobile the alignment of these planets unique in me the earth moves around the sun no land all sea water world sun chaser tropic of cancer southern equater i'm the crying crustacean sunbathing on paper moon. Let's rewrite the beginning of this primordial ooze shall we my love Am i being brazen for saying this year makes me feel like we could've wrote it better than him? But who am i just a girl in love dreaming in paper rearranging the salt for the pepper in love with you my quiet waiter Summer blue forever call me when you're done with work i'll pick you up later the darker the better five after midnight the darker the better --- Spoken Word Version You move like water, sweet baby, sweet waiter Making the night smile, to no one you cater Silent wood worker, from midnight 'til later My lover, my laughter, my armor, my maker The way that I feel with you is something like aching Inside of my stomach, the cosmos are baking The universe hung like a mobile The alignments of these planets unique In me the earth moves around the sun No land all sea Water world Sun chaser Tropic of cancer Southern equater I'm the crying crustacean Sunbathing on paper Moon. Let's rewrite the beginning of this primordial ooze Shall we, my love? Am I being brazen for saying this year makes me feel like we could've wrote it better than him? But who am I Just a girl in love dreaming on paper Rearranging the salt for the pepper In love with you My quiet waiter Summer Blue Dorever Call me when you're done with work I'll pick you up later The darker the better

Written Version I saw you in the mirror you were wearing your hair differently carrying the air differently You said you want your hair long parted in the middle Long in solidarity just like all his women Long Beach Aimless your fingers wiping oil on the paper w precision w desicion like an artist never seen yet with a vision W a reason Started with venom at the ceiling not the grass but straight ahead Just At the skyline w precision laser vision time was stopping moving through u. U dictated by what moved u only moving never thinking Math the sun that’s slowly sinking at the height of the afternoon In the heat of the summer evening Like a phoenix like a chem trail like a wavelength one’s claiming Georgia or Keefe Georgia peaches Doing nothing but your painting For forever Forget teachers Forgive him for ever leaving love is rising No resisting cheeks are flushing Now you’re living Say goodbye now no resisting Live your life like no ones listening Be the art the life is breathing Be the soul the world is living. Do what you want For you only Not for giving Just for taking No ones listening at the end of the Lime and 10th street down the road that’s green and winding Past the bushes cypress thriving past the chain link fence and driving further down the road less travelled there u are athleisureware unraveled Now I see you clear Standing stoic blue and denim eyes not blue but clear like heaven you don’t want to be forgotten You just want to disappear --- Spoken Word Version I saw you in the mirror You were wearing your hair differently Carrying the air differently You say you wear your hair long parted in the middle Long in solidarity just like all his women In Long Beach Aimless Your fingers wiping oil on the paper with precision With desicion like an artist never seen yet with a vision With a reason Stared with venom at the ceiling Not the grass But straight ahead Just at the skyline With precision Laser vision Time was stopping Moving through you. You dictated By what moved you Only moving never thinking Matched the sun that’s slowly sinking At the height of afternooning In the heat of the summer evening Like a phoenix like a chem trail like a wavelength No one’s claiming Georgia or Keefe Georgia peaches Doing nothing but your painting For forever Forget teachers Forgive him for ever leaving Love is rising No resisting Cheeks are flushing Now you’re living Say goodbye now No resisting Live your life like No one's listening Be the art the life is breathing Be the soul the world is living For you only Not for giving Just for taking No one's listening At the end of Rose and Ridgely down the street that’s green and winding Past the bushes cypress thriving Past the chain link fence and driving Further down the road less travelled There you are athleisureware unraveled Now I see you clear Standing stoic blue and denim Eyes not blue but clear like Heaven You don’t want to be forgotten You just want to disappear

Written Version May my eyes always stay level to the horizon May they never gaze as high as heaven To ask why May I never go where angels fear to tread So as to have to ask for answers in the sky The whys in this lifetime i've found are inconsequential Compared to the magic of the nowness- the solution to most questions There are no reasons. and if there are- I'm wrong But at least I won't have spent my life waiting Looking for God in the clouds of the dawn or listening out for otherwordly contact 30 billion light years on No. I'll let the others do the pondering While i'll be sitting on the lawn Readin something unsubstantial With the television on I'll be up early to rise though of course- But only to make you a pot of coffee That's what i was thinking this morning Joe That it's times like this as the marine layer lifts Off the sea from the view of our favorite restaurant That i pray that I may Always keep my eyes level to your eyeline Never downcast at the table cloth Yes Joe It's times like this that the marine layer lifts Off the sea on the dock with the candle lit That I think to myself There are things you still don't know about me Like sometimes i'm afraid my sadness is too big and that one day you might have to help me handle it But until then May I always keep my eyes level to this skyline Assessing the glittering new development Off of the coast of Long Beach Never to heaven or revenant Because I have faith in man as strange as that seems In times like these and it's not just because of the warmth I've found in your Brown eyes But because i believe in the goodness in me That it's firm enough to plant a flag in or a Rosebud or to build a new life. --- Spoken Word Version Never to Heaven - September 23rd, 2018 May my eyes always stay level to the horizon May they never gaze as high as heaven To ask why May I never go where angels fear to tread So as to have to ask for answers in the sky The whys in this lifetime i've found are inconsequential Compared to the magic of the nowness- the solution to most questions There are no reasons. and if there are- I'm wrong But at least I won't have spent my life waiting Looking for God in the clouds of the dawn I'll be up early to rise though of course- But only to make you a pot of coffee That's what i was thinking this morning Joe That it's times like this as the marine layer lifts Off the sea from the view of our favorite restaurant That I pray that I may Always keep my eyes level to your eyeline Never downcast at the table cloth You see, Joe It's times like this that the marine layer lifts Off the sea on the dock with our candle lit That I think to myself There are things that you still don't know about me Like sometimes i'm afraid my sadness is too big and that one day you might have to help me handle it But until then May my eyes always stay level to this skyline Assessing Long Beach's glittering new development Never taller than the highest building Never to heaven or revenant Because I have faith in man as strange as that seems In times like these and it's not just because of the warmth I've found in your Brown eyes It's because i believe in the goodness in me That it's firm enough to plant a flag in or a Rosebud or to build a new life.

Original Version Stay on your path Sylvia Plath Don't fall away like all the others Don't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about Lovers and mother The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Father and Amy & brother & all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies that she uttered Leave me in peace I cry Late at night on a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason Tiny beads of sweat dot my forehead Could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season. But alas this is a real life - and it's been a real fight just to Keep my mind from committing treason. Why you ask? Because she told the towns people I was crazy and the lies they Started to believe them But anyway - I've moved on now And now that I've gone scorched earth I'm left wondering where to go from here. To Sonoma where the fires have just left? South Dakota? Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great American homecoming I never had? Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculpture take the place of the warm embrace I've never known. Or should I just be here now In the kitchen Bare feet on linoleum Bored - but not unhappy Cutting vegetables over boiling water that I will later turn into stew --- Spoken Word Version Stay on the path of Sylvia Plath, Don’t fall away like all the others. Don’t take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about lovers and --- The secrets you keep will keep you in deep, like Amy and --- and brother. And all the people you meet on the street, Will reiterate lies that they uttered. Leave me in peace, I cry in the middle of the night on a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason. Tiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead They could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season. But alas. This is a real life. And it’s been a real fight, just to stop my mind from committing treason. Why, you ask? Because she told the towns people I was crazy. And the lies, they started to believe them. But anyways, That’s all over now. I’ve moved on. Gone scorched earth. And now, I’m left wondering. Where do I go from here? To Sinoma, where the fires have just left? South Dakota? Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the great American homecoming I never had? Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place of the warm embrace I never got? Or should I just be here now? Bare feet on Linoleum Slicing vegetables into water That I will later turn into stew. People love my stories. People love my stories.

I went to a party I came in hot Made decisions beforehand My mind made up Things that would make me happy To do them or not Each option weighed carefully A plan for each thought & then I walked through the door past the open concept & saw Violet bent backwards over the grass Seven years old with dandelions grasped tightly in her hands Arched like a bridge in a fallen handstand Grinning wildly like a madman With the exuberance that only doing nothing can bring Waiting for the fireworks to begin & in that moment I decided to do nothing about everything

Written Version Two blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes Vernon Rock quarry The vastness of which has nothing on my beautiful mind Dylan I hear Dylan when i look at you i can see it on my arm in invisible ink like a tattoo The ying to my yang The toughness to my unending softness A striking example of masculinity Firm in your verticality Sure in your confrontation against all elements And duality The sun to my wilting daisy The earth to the wildflower that doesn't care where it grown Vernon Everything's burnt here There's no escaping it The air is fried and on fire I've never really fallen in love But whatever this feeling is I wish everyone could experience it This place feels like a person Familiar Like someone i've stood next to before But never while i was standing next to you Thank you For being here For bearing witness to my vastness Through the year I've called you in and out of my orbit You, in your madness The satellite that's constellating my world Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned A mirror to my past life retribution A reflection of my sadness If i'm going to keep on living the way that i'm living i cant do it without you. My feet aren't on the ground i need your body to stand on Your name to define me On top of being a woman i am scared and Ethereal and There are seven worlds in my eyes I'm accessing of all them once One to draw my words and my muses Another one i try and harness late at night that lies somewhere Off of the right of Jupiter And then of course there's this one i live in The land of 1000 fires That's where you come in You Vernon Dylan Two blue steel trains Running through the tunnel of your Cool blue steel eyes To guide me far from the world of my early days That i cant quite make out clearly That beckon me towards a high sea cliffs On long car rides Towards a future place A world unknown to me Made up of something surreal and dripping Flowers in solar systems Oversized You Vernon Dylan No words needed to sponge up the Dark nights No explanations for the globes in my eyes Shoulder to shoulder in the factory light Letting me be who i would have been If everything had turned out alright 3 alternative endings Course through my blood on ice i thrive because i say i do and because its what i write But honestly if you werent here i dont know what things would look like That's my why no matter what world i'm in i navigate by satellite Vernon Dylan and you in your madness Two trains running Through your cool blue eyes --- Spoken Word Version Two blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes Vernon Rock quarry The vastness of which has nothing your my beautiful mind Dylan I hear Dylan when i look at you i can see it in invisible ink like a tattoo The ying to my yang The toughness to my unending softness A striking example of masculinity Firm in your verticality Sure in your confrontation against all elements And duality The sun to my wilting daisy The earth to the wildflower that doesn't care where it grows Vernon Everything's burnt here There's no escaping it The air is fried and on fire I've never really fallen in love But whatever this feeling is I wish everyone could experience it This place feels like a person Familiar Like someone i've stood next to before But never while i was standing next to you Thank you For being here For bearing witness to my vastness Through the years I've called you in and out of my orbit You, in your madness The satellite that constellates my world Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned A mirror to my past life retributions A reflection of my sadness If i'm going to keep on living the way that i'm living i cant do it without you. My feet aren't on the ground i need your body to stand on Your name to define me On top of being a woman i am scared and Ethereal and There are seven worlds in my eyes I'm accessing of all them once One to draw my words from and my muses Another one i try and harness late at night that lies somewhere Off of the right of Jupiter And then of course there's this one i live in The land of 1000 fires That's where you come in You Vernon Dylan Two blue steel trains Running through the tunnels of your Cool blue steel eyes To guide me far from the world of my early days That i cant quite make out clearly That beckon me towards high sea cliffs On long car rides Towards a future place A world unknown to me Made up of something surreal and dripping Flowers in solar systems Oversized You Vernon Dylan No words needed to sponge up the Dark nights No explanation for the globes in my eyes Shoulder to shoulder in the factory light Letting me be who i would have been If everything had turned out alright 3 alternative endings now Course through my blood on ice But i thrive because i say i do and because its what i write But honestly if you aren't here with me i dont know what things would look like That's my why no matter what world i'm in I'm accessible by only one satellite Vernon Dylan and you in your madness With two blue steel trains running through the tunnels of your cool blue steel eyes

Cover art - ‘Violet bent backwards over the grass’ an audiobook of poems artwork by @erikaleesears Music by @jackantonoff http://instagram.com/p/B-1Rp6ApoYo/

"‘Violet bent backwards over the grass’ an audiobook of poems artwork by @erikaleesears Music by @jackantonoff" http://instagram.com/p/B-1Rp6ApoYo/

You thought I was rich, and I am, but not how you think I live in a tudor house under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach When you call i take my phone to the picnic table that I bought from the Rose Bowl & I listen to the rushing cars above & I think about the last time you visited me The last time we made love How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour until it sounded like the sea & it felt like the ocean was the sky & that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me Until you took me in your arms & I could touch the stars & they all fell down around my head & I became an angel Then you put me to bed Happy People think that I'm rich, and I am, but not how they think I have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition and on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free Happy & when I drive, I think about the last time my friends were driving with me How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words So we became the music happy They write that I'm rich, and I am, but not how they think I have a safe I call the boyfriend box, and in it every saved receipt Every movie theatre ticket just to remind me of all the things I've loved then lost then loved again, unconditionally Happy You joke that I'm rich and I am, but not how you think I live in a Tudor house under the freeway off of Rose avenue, 12 blocks from the beach & when you call, I put your sweater on and put you on speaker and chat for hours underneath the trees & think about the last time you were here lying next to me How the noise from the cars got louder and louder during rush hour Until it sounded like a river or a stream & it felt like we were swimming But it wasn't just a dream We were just happy.

"A poem" In the video, she reads her poem 'Happy' : "You thought I was rich, and I am, but not how you think I live in a tudor house under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach When you call i take my phone to the picnic table that I bought from the Rose Bowl & I listen to the rushing cars above & I think about the last time you visited me The last time we made love How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour until it sounded like the sea & it felt like the ocean was the sky & that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me Until you took me in your arms & I could touch the stars & they all fell down around my head & I became and angel Then you put me to bed Happy People think that I'm rich, and I am, but not how they think I have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition and on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free Happy & when I drive, I think about the last time my friends were driving with me How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words So we became the music happy They're right that I'm rich, and I am, but not how they think I have a safe I call the boyfriend box, and in it every saved receipt Every movie theatre ticket just to remind me of all the things I've loved then lost then loved again, unconditionally Happy You joke that I'm rich and I am, but not how you think I live in a Tudor house under the freeway off of Rose avenue, 12 blocks from the beach & when you call, I put your sweater on and put you on speaker and chat for hours underneath the trees & think about the last time you were here lying next to me How the noise from the cars got louder and louder during rush hour Until it sounded like a river or a stream & it felt like we were swimming But it wasn't just a dream We were just happy.

Here are the uncrossed pictures, including the one with Chuck not in the OP -

Girl it is 2020 (unfortunately. I wish we were still in 2018 too.) x

my collection will be buried with me in my grave one day lol x

Lol, I'll use this quarantine to my advantage to take inventory of my collection, may even take some photographs of it as well! I'll tag ya when I make a post xx

The Parov Stelar remix of Dark Paradise is beginning to go viral on TikTok

XYZ - Jack & White

Every single performance that was scheduled for this year has now been either cancelled or postponed, with the exception of the Verona date in June, which is likely to be postponed/cancelled as well. Oh, how things started out looking so bright.. c'est la vie x