Venice

Hahaha Hit + Run is so iconic. My housemates and I used to make fun of it and sing 'Simpson's Hit and Run' when we listened to it, but it is genuinely a trashy bop. Guilty pleasure indeed. 
I also really like Dynamite despite it being a lil kitchy. 

girl what

You're da best. Thank you for always staying on top of the wild boards ♥

Oh my fucking god :defeated: Best birthday present
 
"I never meant to be bad or unwell
I was just living on the edge
Right between heaven and hell
& I'm tired of it"
 
this fucking KILLED ME!!!!

You're da best. Thank you for always staying on top of the wild boards ♥

The melody of the bridge "I got guns in the summertime" reminds me of the Summertime Sadness background vocals - 

"She made special mention of one such individual, Jane Powers. “She’s a real estate agent. I met her seven years ago in New York and I loved her. I really wanted to be a singer. I would say, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen.’ She’d say, ‘God didn’t save you from drowning just to beat you up on the shore. All you really need is patience when you have persistence.’ She’s just an angel.”"
 
from https://entertainment.inquirer.net/163131/lana-del-rey-i-was-very-wild#ixzz6TQFKRec6
 
 
<3

You're da best. Thank you for always staying on top of the wild boards ♥

You're da best. Thank you for always staying on top of the wild boards ♥

You're da best. Thank you for always staying on top of the wild boards ♥

Mmm
Ooh
 
Blackbirds will sing in the same key
As you play in the shoes that I bought you
& Sweet baby Jane don't know a thing
About my songs, but she knows I'm a monsoon 
 
& Baby you
All the things you do
& the ways you move
Send me straight to heaven
Baby you 
What you never knew
What I never said
Is you're my living legend
 
Hipsters will sing just like a dream
In Sin-é or the back Brooklyn bayou 
But you never cared about my name
& darling I never meant to defy you
 
But baby you
All them things you do
& those ways you moved
Send me straight to heaven
& baby you
I never said to you
You really are
My living legend
 
I got guns in the summertime
& horses too
Guns in the summertime
& horses too
I never meant to be bad or unwell
I was just living on the edge
Right between heaven and hell
& I'm tired of it
 
Ooh
All the things you do
& the ways you move
Send me straight to heaven
& Baby you
What I never said to you
Is you really are
My living legend
 
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Why
 
My living legend
My living legend
My living legend
My living legend

I've only heard and read a few of the poems so far and I'm already satiated, like my brain is overflowing with emotion, inspiration and a bit of sjhdksgsfjg. I wouldn't even mind if this album is moved further into the future (not that I'm hoping for that). I'm just so happy, and soon, this album will be the cherry on top/final bullet

@violets @HighbytheSea
 
ahhhh now I regret talking it up so much. 
 

 
but i'd be lyin' if I kept hidin' the fact that I can't deal.
 
Just make sure you've got headphones in. You'll love it. You'll ALL LOVE IT. The tension on Bare Feet is almost palpable. 

i'd honestly rather this be the cover than whatever they're posting on atrl. 

it's not officially released yet where i live and i want to listen to it so bad, just from reading the poems i'm already stunned, i'm sure this is a gorgeous album. 

Yes. Over 100 pages

yeah it'll have significantly more, over 30 in fact

I just think that since they didn't give her a grammy for the renown and highly praised album NFR, choosing instead to favour trendy teen music over it, that it'll never happen. It is what it is - at the end of the day, this one particular award show doesn't define her success and never will. 

As much I love snippets, finding/listening to leaks, and am obviously an impatient person, I hope when I do listen to her upcoming new music, that it'll be for the first time. I wasn't so excited when first listening to NFR because I basically already had listened to it all a million times over by the time it was officially released, and some of it forever ago due to Lana herself, her zillion snippets. It's of course exciting for both Lana and the fans, but in the end I just think it kills the freshness of the work by release day. It's like a celebration of "old" songs by then - happy they're all released, but the experience is certainly dulled.
 
You know that feeling when you come across an incredible song you haven't heard of before, even if it's from an unfamiliar artist, and it's so good that you just fall into a deep rabbit hole and find even more gems? It's so great and unexpected, and I'd love to feel that way for this.

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 it was I who was holding the matches.
 
You told me I didn’t know who I was,
But I do.
 
I love rose gardens.
I plant violets everytime someone leaves me.
I love the great sequoias of Yosemite
 
And if you asked my 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 being with you.
 
The more I step into my poetry,
The less I will fall into bed with you.
 
 
 
Thank you to @ takeitdoen for the transcription, for it has been released in Australia

I've only heard and read a few of the poems so far and I'm already satiated, like my brain is overflowing with emotion, inspiration and a bit of sjhdksgsfjg. I wouldn't even mind if this album is moved further into the future (not that I'm hoping for that). I'm just so happy, and soon, this album will be the cherry on top/final bullet

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.

Well it's still an audio piece track by track, right? Also, $$$. I know LA Who Am I To Love You is on there, so I'm half expecting the rest to follow through too.

Well it's still an audio piece track by track, right? Also, $$$. I know LA Who Am I To Love You is on there, so I'm half expecting the rest to follow through too.

I've only heard and read a few of the poems so far and I'm already satiated, like my brain is overflowing with emotion, inspiration and a bit of sjhdksgsfjg. I wouldn't even mind if this album is moved further into the future (not that I'm hoping for that). I'm just so happy, and soon, this album will be the cherry on top/final bullet