HighbytheSea

Hi guys!!!!!! OK so
White Dress is a career highlight. I cried quite visibly, it was too much. The want and knowledge that we can't go back to those times, we just aren't those people anymore. 
-LMLYLAW slaps in album context and is now sexy
TjF-hot. Yup. That's it. F*ckin hot.
Wild at Heart should be the next single. An amalgamation of Greatest and How to Dissappear and possibly better than both.
DbJaG has a beat change that makes me want to crawl on the floor like a damn vampire. Sexy as all hell.
NAWWAL is too close to home. I ugly cried even though the songs not that heavy. It hurts alot.
Yosemite is too dense to unpack right quick. It's amazing but there's alot here. I need time.
BuS- hated Nicki, and I like her, but that's a whiskey song and I was drinking wine, so no judgement yet.
DtWD-The BRIDGEEEE. That's the whole statement. Shocking, jarring, perfect. Flex that skill my queen.
For free-a kind Witch coven crosses my path singing their hymns as I fish and say hello. I loved it. Needed a damn outro.
 
This is her most cohesive, reflective, painful album. Not cus it harbors the most pain, but our age, our eras, won't ever look the same, and she is serenading that loss, but the Hymn of hope is still there. Honeymoon unseated. A new Queen is here.

They can go kick sticks

That's more like it! It is. My god it is. 

OK. 4th listen and YOSEMITE. This is tragic. This one cuts without provocation. Her clear vocals, the emotions bleeding right from the heart, the deceptively simple prose, cus when you cut to the heart, it's our most simple pleas left. And we did it for fun, we did it for free we did it for the right reasons. F*CCXXKKKKKKK

OH HELL NO. Oh fuck this review. 86'd

YASSSS!!!!!!! ITS 2 AM AND IM POURING A GLASS

FRAME THIS. ITS WHAT YOU DESERVE. well done, well done. Now go, enjoy this bliss you earned. Go forth in joy. I'm so happy for you!

Hi guys!!!!!! OK so
White Dress is a career highlight. I cried quite visibly, it was too much. The want and knowledge that we can't go back to those times, we just aren't those people anymore. 
-LMLYLAW slaps in album context and is now sexy
TjF-hot. Yup. That's it. F*ckin hot.
Wild at Heart should be the next single. An amalgamation of Greatest and How to Dissappear and possibly better than both.
DbJaG has a beat change that makes me want to crawl on the floor like a damn vampire. Sexy as all hell.
NAWWAL is too close to home. I ugly cried even though the songs not that heavy. It hurts alot.
Yosemite is too dense to unpack right quick. It's amazing but there's alot here. I need time.
BuS- hated Nicki, and I like her, but that's a whiskey song and I was drinking wine, so no judgement yet.
DtWD-The BRIDGEEEE. That's the whole statement. Shocking, jarring, perfect. Flex that skill my queen.
For free-a kind Witch coven crosses my path singing their hymns as I fish and say hello. I loved it. Needed a damn outro.
 
This is her most cohesive, reflective, painful album. Not cus it harbors the most pain, but our age, our eras, won't ever look the same, and she is serenading that loss, but the Hymn of hope is still there. Honeymoon unseated. A new Queen is here.

Hi guys!!!!!! OK so
White Dress is a career highlight. I cried quite visibly, it was too much. The want and knowledge that we can't go back to those times, we just aren't those people anymore. 
-LMLYLAW slaps in album context and is now sexy
TjF-hot. Yup. That's it. F*ckin hot.
Wild at Heart should be the next single. An amalgamation of Greatest and How to Dissappear and possibly better than both.
DbJaG has a beat change that makes me want to crawl on the floor like a damn vampire. Sexy as all hell.
NAWWAL is too close to home. I ugly cried even though the songs not that heavy. It hurts alot.
Yosemite is too dense to unpack right quick. It's amazing but there's alot here. I need time.
BuS- hated Nicki, and I like her, but that's a whiskey song and I was drinking wine, so no judgement yet.
DtWD-The BRIDGEEEE. That's the whole statement. Shocking, jarring, perfect. Flex that skill my queen.
For free-a kind Witch coven crosses my path singing their hymns as I fish and say hello. I loved it. Needed a damn outro.
 
This is her most cohesive, reflective, painful album. Not cus it harbors the most pain, but our age, our eras, won't ever look the same, and she is serenading that loss, but the Hymn of hope is still there. Honeymoon unseated. A new Queen is here.

OK. 4th listen and YOSEMITE. This is tragic. This one cuts without provocation. Her clear vocals, the emotions bleeding right from the heart, the deceptively simple prose, cus when you cut to the heart, it's our most simple pleas left. And we did it for fun, we did it for free we did it for the right reasons. F*CCXXKKKKKKK

Hi guys!!!!!! OK so
White Dress is a career highlight. I cried quite visibly, it was too much. The want and knowledge that we can't go back to those times, we just aren't those people anymore. 
-LMLYLAW slaps in album context and is now sexy
TjF-hot. Yup. That's it. F*ckin hot.
Wild at Heart should be the next single. An amalgamation of Greatest and How to Dissappear and possibly better than both.
DbJaG has a beat change that makes me want to crawl on the floor like a damn vampire. Sexy as all hell.
NAWWAL is too close to home. I ugly cried even though the songs not that heavy. It hurts alot.
Yosemite is too dense to unpack right quick. It's amazing but there's alot here. I need time.
BuS- hated Nicki, and I like her, but that's a whiskey song and I was drinking wine, so no judgement yet.
DtWD-The BRIDGEEEE. That's the whole statement. Shocking, jarring, perfect. Flex that skill my queen.
For free-a kind Witch coven crosses my path singing their hymns as I fish and say hello. I loved it. Needed a damn outro.
 
This is her most cohesive, reflective, painful album. Not cus it harbors the most pain, but our age, our eras, won't ever look the same, and she is serenading that loss, but the Hymn of hope is still there. Honeymoon unseated. A new Queen is here.

September 5th has finally come!

like an actual barbie doll the one thing i'd most like to do to your account is hold you against a pocket torch until you look comparable to marred gum melted onto asphalt

so this currently has 81 on metacritic and they are yet to add two 100s, a 90 and either a 90 or 100 from the LA Times... Normie is shaking 

counts for metacritic

the way every single gay on Lanaism hates the album

That Telegraph review is excellent. It felt like someone summarizing my feelings on the album.

ikr! It's so difficult to pick one favourite track

AKA, BTD, P, UV, HM, LFL, NFR, VBBOTG, COCC 

soft-focus lifestyle porn. that's accurate yeah, love that 

"It's dark but just a game, so play it like a symphony.
You know our love's the same. They'll both go down in infamy" 
 
This has become my favourite couple of lines ever and I can't explain why!

All of the 5/5 reviews she’s getting should hopefully be enough to balance The Guardian’s stupid review

Can The Guardian stop doing reviews once and for all? They are disgusting with every single artist out there, Jesus.

Telegraph review 5/5
 
 A simmering, sinister undercurrent flows through Lana Del Rey’s most sensuous album to date. Chemtrails Over the Country Club is another gorgeously enigmatic showpiece from a singer-songwriter who revels in private ambiguities in the dazzling glare of audacious songcraft.
The tartly turned title song offers a blaze of harmonic heat, conjuring images of carefree days in a setting of pampered luxury that verges on soft-focus lifestyle porn. Yet even as she lies around the private member’s swimming pool with her equally pampered friends, Del Rey wants us to know she has one eye on the poisonous pollution cutting through the perfect blue skies. It is a perfect metaphor for a career constructed on the principle that she will have her cake and eat it, even if it sticks in her throat.
Ever since struggling pop wannabe Lizzie Grant artfully re-branded herself with media-savvy panache as Lana Del Rey in 2011, she has maintained a quality of artistic mysteriousness almost unheard of in the social media age. The blend between image and music is so tightly fashioned, Del Rey can appear as vacuously stylized as an Instagram filter. The fascinating question that looms with each new offering is to what extent Del Rey is satirising a contemporary fixation with style over substance, or merely indulging it. It is a question her ninth album takes considerable pleasure in evading.
The opening track, White Dress, is sumptuous, free-flowing tumble of double bass, piano and feather-light jazz drums that hints at the liberation of Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks. Her voice whispery and yet exultant, rising to a soulful falsetto, Del Rey summons memories of being a waitress at the Miami Business Music Conference, aged 19, recalling the sense of openness and joy as her whole life promised to open up before her. But the note of melancholy that is never far from the surface of Del Rey’s oeuvre is sounded in the sombre closing notes, as she wonders if “Maybe I was better off.”
That is the theme all these songs circle around, as the pop star repeatedly questions the price of fame, dreams of escape from the big city pressures, or turns her mind to childhood memories and rural idylls. “No roses left on the vine / Don’t even want what’s mine / Much less the fame” she mournfully croons on Dark But Not A Game. There are repeated references to candles in the wind, pop culture shorthand (via Elton John and Bernie Taupin) for the fates that befell Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana.
The camera had flashes / They caused the car crashes” she notes on lush album highlight Wild At Heart (another borrowed reference to doomed romance, from David Lynch via Barry Gifford), before adding “But I’m not a star.” Once again, Del Rey is looking nostalgically back to a time when all she wanted was the very thing she now fears is killing her. “If they love me, they’ll love me cause I’m wild at heart,” she croons, narcissistically self-mythologising her own doomed star girl persona.
It is hard to measure to what extent the ambiguous depths of Del Rey’s music arise from artistic insight and arch self-awareness or are built up through layers and layers of woolly thinking and self-contradiction. But does that even matter, when her melodic flair is so assured (there are passages in Beatle-esque genius in Dark But Not A Game) and moody arrangements so richly detailed?
Chemtrails Over the Country Club is an album on which Del Rey drifts even further from the pop mainstream, entirely jettisoning shiny beats and electronic hooks along the way. Yet the production by Jack Antonoff is stunning, with a huge amount happening beneath the surface of what first manifests as a scratchily intimate acoustic-flavoured unplugged band. There is not a weak song or throwaway performance here, amidst many that only reveal their secrets on repeated listening.
Dance Til We Die finds Del Rey trying to reconcile feelings of being “burdened by the weight of fame” with an escapist joy in music itself. Yet for anyone dazzled by the lifestyle she plainly revels in, cosy first name references to such role models as Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez and Stevie Nicks may come across as so much name dropping.
Del Rey ties up loose ends with a lusciously rearranged and harmonised Joni Mitchell cover, For Free, a song that examines the price of fame with a forensic clarity that only serves to emphasise the vagueness inherent in Del Rey’s own lyrics. “Me I play for fortunes and those velvet curtain calls,” sings Del Rey, enviously watching a busker (who could be an incarnation of young Del Rey herself) playing for sheer joy. Be careful what you wish for may be an overused trope, yet it has never sounded quite so seductive.
 
 

OK. 4th listen and YOSEMITE. This is tragic. This one cuts without provocation. Her clear vocals, the emotions bleeding right from the heart, the deceptively simple prose, cus when you cut to the heart, it's our most simple pleas left. And we did it for fun, we did it for free we did it for the right reasons. F*CCXXKKKKKKK