Greenwich

When I first saw the tracklist i immediately knew this would be my favorite. And well with the snippet... it 100% is... Amazing Lizzy vibes
i almost cried when i heard it lmao
 
 
Florida Yayo / Cocaine / Kilos
 

You can convert it yourself on iTunes

OMGGGGG I NEVER LISTENED TO IT LIVE AND I JUST TOOK THE FIRST LISTEN AND HOLY SHIT FUCKING GOD LORD
 
 
 
 
NOW IM MEGA HYPING THR VIDEO HSNSJAMDHMS

When I first saw the tracklist i immediately knew this would be my favorite. And well with the snippet... it 100% is... Amazing Lizzy vibes
i almost cried when i heard it lmao
 
 
Florida Yayo / Cocaine / Kilos
 

I know right???
 
You should see him butt-fuck , he's the nicest piece of ass in all the continents.
 
He makes a better bottom tho :/

[Verse 1]
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
Don't know what they mean
They're special, just for you
White palms, baking powder on the stove
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me
Turn it up hot, loving you is free
I like it down, like it down way low
But you already know that
You already know

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on down to Florida
I got something for ya
We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
Guns in the summertime
Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
Prison doesn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-

[Chorus]
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the dope fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo

[Verse 2]
Zoom in my miles and gold hoops
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
You snort it like a champ, like the winter were not in

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

[bridge]
We could get high Miami, ooh, dance the night away
People never die in Miami, that's what they all say
(You believe me, don't you baby?)

[Chorus]

Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Floridians say
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Columbians say
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all my girlfriends
Yayo, yayo, yayo

[Outro]
That's how I do it
Come on, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away
 
I can feel it... this is my favorite song off the album.... It has some older Lana feels to it.

OMFG IM DYING ITS AMAZING I WAS BLASTING IT ON MY SPEAKERS BEFORE         

ppl tweeting her back "follow me queen" on rather serious tweets like these makes me wanna 

Pin Up Galore
 
The lyrics and the overall sound... ugh, so dark and tantalizing. Imagine what she could do with it now. 

Do you not have any of it...

Okay I decided to listen to this because its not gonna be on my vinyl.... my god its so fucking beautiful 

Amazing song; but the intro immediately reminded me of the song Hallelujah that was played in Shrek.... omfg

Well based on what she said in The guardian interview
 
 
 
 tell me that doesn't sound exactly like Black Beauty.

"Flipside" really feels like the proper ending for Ultraviolence. Moar Stranathan plz.

Although "some"(basically nowhere) call "shit" meth. It's not usually. She's probably talking about getting drugs for free, not necessarily meth. That use of the cuss word is very uncommon.

okay okay, last post but since im obsessing with this song (and have been for weeks)
I honestly think it's simply
"Blue, oyster, clove"
 
terms for drugs(the song is called meth derp) but COMMAS because different name
 
-end-
 
From "Drug Slang Dictionary"
blue boy - Amphetamine
blue devils - Methamphetamine
blue ice - Methamphetamine
blue meth - Methamphetamine
blue mollies - Amphetamine
 
oyster stew - Cocaine
 
 
can't find anything on clove/glove though? 
 

I think it's definitely Blue Oyster Clove. Watch her lips in the video, she doesn't say cult.

TIME TO ANALYZE SOME LYRICS. [And I am awfully sorry for post-spamming BUT GODDAMN I LOVE THIS SONG THO]
"Methamphetamines" makes me think of Lana and her lover being tweaked off meth, laying out on the veranda, playing music from the record player (maybe it'd be outside, maybe it'd just be near the window, playing loud). They're being sad together, getting high about being sad together just to be high and sad together, letting the routine run its cycle. Every day. They'd be quiet at first, relying on each other's physical presence for some solace.

Once they started feeling the meth, maybe the lover would tell Lana about a dream from the night before that made him feel more disconsolate and disoriented than any other day. The both of them would exchange more of their recent sad dreams, how it seemed the happier dreams only poured salt on open wounds. They'd segue into talking about older dreams and aspirations, both shared and separate, but hardly anything that would get them smiling.

Other than feeling some kind of sadness, love and yearning, they are just zombified; they're stripped of the people they used to be. Whatever daydreams they had, and probably spoke of on the veranda looking out to Ocean Grove, they're gone. Ocean Grove just grew barren gradually, and then suddenly. Nothing left but a epitaph of all those hopes they had for their life in the Jersey Shore together.
 
The mention of neon palms swaying could be Lana and her lover having a visual hallucination while on meth, trying to find something left within their sight of Ocean Grove that was still beautiful and thriving despite how dead it was in their reality.

Maybe Lana's question of going to Coney Island was her trying to get them both to share another hallucination for entertainment. Maybe they met there and she was trying to reminisce about it. Maybe it was her indirectly saying she wanted to return to simpler times, happier times, and maybe that was the "dream/big dream" she was reminding him of: happiness and simplicity.

Maybe he'd be too tweaked and swamped in his own sadness to pay that much attention to or even answer Lana's question, maybe he'd fear that Lana no longer wanted for nothing but being together. Maybe it broke his heart to hear about a place they felt they couldn't return to just as much as it would have broke his heart to say "That'd be nice, we can do that," all along fearing that going there would mean preparing for the present to soon become history.

No one would know, he'd only respond by handing her the makeshift light-bulb vaporizer, keeping his eyes on all the shapes made by the meth residue and burn marks from the lighter along the glass, letting out an ambiguous "hm." But no matter what he thought, no matter what he would've said, Lana would have understood.

Happier times, even the possibility of living in happier times again, would only make them sadder to think about, and so they would get higher until they just couldn't be bothered getting up from laying on the veranda to stop the record from repeating, to change the music to something happier; until they couldn't be bothered doing anything else together that wouldn't make them sadder. But it wouldn't stop them from talking more about the dreams, about happiness and their lack of it; the only time they weren't disconnected was when they were high on meth and/or sharing somber moments with each other. The disconnection almost didn't even matter because they shared their woe like a telescope; they always saw through the same lens even if they weren't always looking at the same things.
 
They took comfort in knowing that the other knew and felt sadness and hopelessness, what it was like to feel the world around had become desolate. They took those feelings and built an empire on that veranda with them, creating a world for themselves within the one they already inhabited. A world where the broken could know they were broken and self-destructing, love it and be loved for it in every way, something that they can be confident in each other about.
 
 
All there was to live for was every tomorrow that guaranteed coming back to that world together; the rest of the world would tear itself asunder, nothing more would have mattered, nothing less. There was no need to tamper with each other's thoughts or emotions, no need to feign any of them either, because all that was felt then and there was understood, welcomed, and adored. It was a very "let all be and just love me" way of living, and that was all it was about. They were sad, they were hopeless, but they were harmonious. And that made that life a little less lonely.
 
Maybe this moment on the veranda was Lana feeling like there just was nothing left of that life anymore, even with her lover. Maybe that farewell is her thoughts of leaving soon after that, going back to New York, reconsidering what to do with who she became, what she was. Maybe it was her saying farewell to their happier selves and their dreams, laying with her lover, watching the neon palms, feeling her body being pulled into the abyss the veranda kept long hidden inside its mouth of wooden planks, slowly opening wider and wider every day to accommodate for its increasing appetite for Lana and her lover's happiness. They'd sink into that abyss together in Lana's mind, and there would be the most sad-but-content look on her face while they fell asleep where they lay, only to rinse and repeat the next morning.

... And that's what it's like to be in my head while listening to Lana Del Rey except I usually imagine myself in Lana's shoes.

OH. And here's a treat for those who made it up to now...

Consider it what I think would have been the lover's perspective. That, and I fawn over Father John Misty like CRAZY and just wanted an excuse to listen to this song again.

She samples Nino Rota and he's credited in the song.
 

Methamphetamine, pink flamingo
Blue ‘50s queen, Blue Oyster Cult/Cove
Further we dream
Why don’t we go to Coney Island?
One day among, the ballad sung
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean ???
Neon palms sway
What’s happening?
Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
And Ocean Grove
And so I bid you farewell

-i honestly doubt she was in a fucking cult
but its so amazing to think she was though. Can put a whole new perspective on her music, and everything. God i love her so much; what a freakin genius, lol

IT ALL MAKES SENSE PEOPLE MY GOD 

does anyone remember the interview where she said she had sex with that record executive? someone find it ahh
 
 

yes. they. are.
 
both are discriminatory against other individuals. both criticise people for natural things. the fact that people don't react to words like whore and slut just show how deeply ingrained misogynistic sentiments are in our society.
 
i don't really wanna continue this debate for much longer because we're already well off topic, so let's just all agree to disagree for now.

When I first saw the tracklist i immediately knew this would be my favorite. And well with the snippet... it 100% is... Amazing Lizzy vibes
i almost cried when i heard it lmao
 
 
Florida Yayo / Cocaine / Kilos