Highway Noir

I always come back to this song and it literally never gets old 
 
This song is peak Lana Del Rey (sonically) 

I always come back to this song and it literally never gets old 
 
This song is peak Lana Del Rey (sonically) 

I always come back to this song and it literally never gets old 
 
This song is peak Lana Del Rey (sonically) 

They're kinda witchy

The fact that edit was the only good thing to come out of this horrendous shoot 

Y'all this was 5 years ago get over it already 

Y'all this was 5 years ago get over it already 

Y'all this was 5 years ago get over it already 

The fact that edit was the only good thing to come out of this horrendous shoot 

She lost 3k followers after those posts pls

Audiobook version:
I left my city for San Francisco
Took a freeride off a billionaire's jet
 
LA, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?
LA, I've got nothing, who am I to love you when I'm feeling this way, and I've got nothing to offer?
LA, not quite the city that never sleeps
Not quite the city that wakes
But the city that dreams, for sure
 
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
LA, im a dreamer but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
LA, I'm upset, I have complaints, listen to me
They say I came from money and I didn't
And I didn't even have love, and it's unfair
 
LA, I sold my life's rights for a big check, and I'm upset
And now I can't sleep at night, and I don't know why
Plus, I love Saks, so why did I do that when I know it won't last?
 
LA, I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn't love me lives there
LA, I am pathetic, but so are you, can I come home now?
Daughter to noone, table for one, party of thousands, of people I don't know, at Delilah where my ex-husband works
 
I sick of this, but can I come home now?
Mother to noone, private jet for one, back home to the Tudor house that borne a thousand murder plots
Hancock park, it's treated me very badly
I'm resentful
 
The witch on the corner, the neighbour nobody wanted
The reason for Garcetti's extra security
 
LA I know I am bad, but I have nowhere else to go, can I come home now?
 
I never had a mother, will you let me make the sun my own for now
And the ocean my son
I'm quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing, can I raise your mountains?
I promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters, teach them about fire, warn them about water
 
I'm lonely, LA, can I come home now?
I left my city for San Francisco
And I'm writing from the Golden Gate Bridge
But it's not going as I planned
I took a freeride off a billionaire and brought my typewriter and promised myself that I would stay but
It's just not going the way that I thought
 
It's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that it's not hot
It's just that I belong to noone which means
There's only one place for me
 
The city not quite awake, the city not quite asleep
The city that's still deciding how good it can be
 
And also I can't sleep without you
Noones ever really held me like you
Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me
Smoking next to me
Vaping lightly next to me
 
And I love that you love the neon lights like me
Orange in the distance
We both love that
And I love that we have that in common
 
Also, neither one of us can go back to New York
For you are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post
 
LA, who am I to need you when I have needed so much, asked for so much, and what I have been given, I'm not sure yet
I may never know that either until I'm dead
For now though, what I do know
 

Is although I don't deserve you
Not you at your best and your splendor
With towering eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion
 
Not you at your worst
Totally on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you
You see, I have no mother
And you do
A continental shelf
A larger piece of land from where you came
And I?
I'm an orphan
 
A little seashell that rests upon your native shores
One of many, for sure
But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of anyone
For that reason, let me love you
Don't mind my desperation
Let me hold you, not just for vacation
But for real and for forever
Make it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
 
Dont be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally quite quiet
Quite a meditator, actually
I'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's realization center, I'm sure
 
I promise you'll barely even notice me
Unless you want to notice me
Unless you prefer a rambunctious child
In which case, I can turn it on, too
 
I'm quite good on the stage as you may know
You might have heard of me
 
So either way, I'll fit in just fine
So just love me by doing nothing
 
And perhaps by not shaking the county line
I'm yours if you'll have me, but regardless
You're mine

Book version:

I always come back to this song and it literally never gets old 
 
This song is peak Lana Del Rey (sonically) 

Omg pls no more For free, we heard it like 1000 times

Y'all claim to hate LfL for being sonically diverse, yet want CoCC to sound like 8 different songs that don't sound anything like. Makes sense.

The fact that edit was the only good thing to come out of this horrendous shoot 

If I’m picking old songs that I wouldn’t mind this record conjuring:
 
Btd: Born to Die
Paradise: Bel Air
UV: West Coast
HM: Terrance Loves You
LfL: Heroin
NFR: Venice bitch

The fact that edit was the only good thing to come out of this horrendous shoot 

The fact that edit was the only good thing to come out of this horrendous shoot 

There better be REAL strings on this one

am i the only one that thinks a buttoned up plaid shirt is ugly as hell? my 88 year old grandfather has the same one. grandpa style if you ask me. 

I Disagree by Poppy was an actual cultural reset 

Dragging this thread back up from the dead to post this super simple Honeymoon cover / Lana edit I made this morning. 
 

Our society has advanced past the need for Nicole Nodland and Chuck Grant album covers

Our society has advanced past the need for Nicole Nodland and Chuck Grant album covers