Blue Ink

No they aren't?

and she called it "LA, who am I love you?"
 
here we go demo version 1, 2, 3, alternative mix, and more   

Not us even having alternate recordings of her poems now   The ending is different!

"LA, who am I love you?
A poem from my audiobook that’s out x"

The themes she explores near the end of Violent Bent Backwards over the Grass, and the creepiness of the ending make me think she's leading into a much darker sound than a country album for Chemtrails.

I'll say this again. & I'm not asking for a dl link, but I do wish it was on Apple Music or there was a download code sent from LDR when you buy the vinyl like her normal albums. I bought 2 and have only heard LA bc it's on Apple Music....    

Ok guess I’ll buy the book if it’s not on Spotify... There’s no point in putting one poem on streaming services and not the whole thing though. That’s very frustrating

I could never survive as a celeb in today’s world - I’d internalize every little tweet.

that shit hurted

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 was born with a little bit of paradise.
I was lucky in that way,
Not like my husband,
Who was born and raised in hell."
 
Okay... Who are these husbands and ex-husbands she keeps talking about?

Paradise is very fragile,
and it seems like it’s only getting worse.
 
Down here in Florida,
We’re fighting red toxic tides,
Massive fish kills,
Not to mention hurricanes and rising sea levels.
 
Back in Los Angeles, things aren’t looking much better.
My treehouse that’d been standing for 80 years succumbed to the woolsy fire.
 
Who would’ve thought that this year at 33,
You would’ve been taken out from under me,
After all those years?
 
Built from the ground up, by hand, by your very first owner.
Quiet world war one aviation pilot.
I tried to save you, but the German Shepard seemed more important.
 
Paradise is very fragile,
and it’s only getting worse.
 
Our leader is a megalomaniac,
And we’ve seen that before.
But never 'cause it was what the country deserved.
 
My friends tell me to stop calling 911 on the culture,
but it’s either that or I 5150 myself.
 
They don’t understand.
I’m a dreamer.
And I had big dreams for the country.
Not for what it could do, but how it could feel.
How it could think,
How it could dream.
 
I know.
Who am I to dream for you?
It’s just that in my own mind,
I was born with a little bit of paradise.
I was lucky in that way.
Not like my husband,
Who was born and raised in hell.
 
I always had something gentle to give.
All of me, in fact.
It’s one of the beautiful things about me.
It’s one of the beautiful things about nature.
 
But... lately I’ve been thinking that I wish
Someone had told me when I was younger
More about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise.
 
That should they take too much,
There would be nothing left to give.
Not everyone’s nature is golden and green.
And you can’t fight what’s in your nature.
 
I got to thinking about it as we were fighting the fires in Agora
But I’m tired of fighting you.
 
Paradise is very fragile,
and it’s only getting worse.
 
And every time I think of that,
I think about the curse bestowed upon Eve
That fateful eve she took that bite of fruit from that fruitful tree.
And this summer night, you in front of me,
Makes me contemplate the origins of good and evil.
 
Because you take, and you take, and take, and you take,
But you taste like the beach and a kiss.
Candy from my eyes,
in my veins you run citrus.
 
Watercolour images of serpents on orange trees arise in my midst.
Kundalini, you breathe me.
I could do this forever.
 
But my heart is very fragile,
and I have nothing left to give.
 
 
 
thank you to @ takeitdoen for the transcript, for it is released in Australia

#WeLoveYouLana is now trending on Twitter. So many toxic stans are literally calling her disgusting things then preach about mental health awareness the next day. Scum. 

Wait 'til we get a new thread of pap pics with the two of them ... it's gonna be lit
 

times like these i wish lana and barrie were still a thing

the way everything just started to go downhill from the point that those paparazzi pics w her and the cop at the park got out

a fan also doesn't ass-kiss everything the artist does (not saying u are).. u have no right telling someone they're not a real fan because they care enough about the artist to talk about things outside of music. of course, u may have a different perception of being a fan but trust me that it's okay to wanna know things outside of the music

I'm waiting for someone to wheel out the classic "I thought the chicken was lovely" comment here. 

Finally a post we can ALL agree with

The only one terrorizing anything is Sean

i wish the s word was banned from this site 

user AlexParliament has been terrorizing this site for the last week straight, please Lana drop something to distract him!

Full offence, quite obviously you don't see the problem so it's pointless talking to you about it. Good day. 

Nope, he attended a Blue Lives Matter rally recently and it was on his story. 
 
He is an avid supporter of the movement and is even writing a book about cops wrongfully accused of misconduct. He went on Fox News and complained that media coverage of police brutality was making cops hesitant to use lethal force. It's all been documented and discussed here. 
 
Get your facts straight before being so condescending. Your post, as a whole, is painfully ignorant. 

well her hair doesn't look good, in my opinion,
it looks like a stone gray tan, and with her pale face - it just looks stale...