Sophia

By "mastering" she means "telling the poor overworked schlub at Gateway Mastering to APPLY AS MUCH MID-BASS COMPRESSION AS POSSIBLE I WANT MORE I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY MOTHERFUCKER"

God Knows I Tried:
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 

 
 
Edge By Sylvia Plath
The woman is perfected.    Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,    The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,    Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,    One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.    She has folded
Them back into her body as petals    Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,    Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and drag.    

LANA DEL REY LYRICS   "God Knows I Tried"

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
To red, blue, and yellow skies
It's so crazy I could drink it like tequila sunrise
Put on that Hotel California
Dance around like I'm insane
I feel free when I see no one
And nobody knows my name

God knows I live
God knows I died
God knows I begged
Begged, borrowed and cried
God knows I loved
God knows I lied
God knows I lost
God gave me life
And God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
To red, blue and yellow lights
On Monday they destroyed me
But by Friday I'm revived
Put on that hotel California
Wear my blinders in the rain
I've got nothing much to live for
Ever since I found my fame

God knows I live
God knows I died
God knows I loved
God know I lied
God knows I begged
Begged, borrowed and cried
God knows I lost
God gave me life
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried

So let there be light
Let there be light
Light up my life
Light up my life
Let there be light
Let there be light
Light up my life
Light up my life

God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried   -----------------------------   Both women deeply immersed in the oceans of melancholy, both obsessed with death and extraterrestrial, both the essence of dark, introspective, gothic soul of saturnal blackness, both practising witch-like vivisection of dangerous, most hidden, most disturbing and evocative chambers of inner empires. Both wandering through thorny carbonized woods and blood crimson tunnels of nigredo and putrefacting their aches and private hells, piercing through the other side of the smoky mirror and wrestling with ghosts in ablazing arena, in front of the maddened, sanguinary crowd that crunches peanuts, their widened pupils gormandizing troublesome emotional striptease.   Aside from french new wave, this picture reminds me of fallen Bess from "Breaking The Waves", in the scene where she lays on the cold, rocky Scottish ground (Lana has Scottish roots), in her fishnets and red latex hot shorts, after the barbarous horde of peasant colts stoned her for sliding into sinful sideways. And all she did was sacrifising herself for her beloved, in the holy mission bestowed from him and from God, playing the role of innocent, angelic whore. And she was, of course, been fatally misunderstood.

Us Against The World:
 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

fuck all of these are so good

New Wayamaya:
 

 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 

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I am not sure what to think about those "Noir" letters. They suit the mood of the song - raging, furious, inflamed and witchy, explosive and vengeful, with lightning bolts of spitting venom, but the shape is too heavy metal.
(Or punk? That would be much more appropriate)
 

 
 

Conceptual work (simple):
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 

New letters:
 

 
 
 
And the best of those three (I know that the illumination of Lana and flamingos is seemingly from different sources, but that adds to surrealism; like it is day and night at the same time):
 

New MTWBT (not perfectly satisfied with the letters, so this is just a sketch):
 

Just a quirk:
 

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Minimally edited (which is very unusual for me):
 
 
 

 
 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 

A bit more tasteful:
 
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This is molto kitschy and campy one