Lavender Sunshine

That would be such a dream for me

Yosemite sucks my ass, i want Roses bloom for you

Interstellar

oh honey, there's chemtrails over the country club

and i'm lying on the course

with a cocc in my mouth

 

the poetry videos have been cute thus far but this one... this one really grabbed me for some reason 
 
she looks fucking amazing and i'm so here for this vhs-honeymoon vid aesthetic -- violet the visual album is looking amazing

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

She looks GORGEOUS in that video, and those earrings    
also I’d be so down to see what the video made by her brother serves, his work is more edgy and climatic than Chuck’s so maybe he’ll do Lana more justice 

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

Queen of the Gas Station

so absolutely beautiful. love this two particularly, they got me 
 
"Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves,
If they really want to transmit some heaven”
... 
"Oh - and Jim died at 27
So find another frame of reference
When you’re referencing heaven"

I was trying to decide my favourite and it kept changing until I got to a top 6 lmao. I love her poetry and voice sm
 
 
I believe one is an audiobook and the other is an e-book, but I can't remember which is which though someone discussed it on one of these threads not too long ago
 

How awesome!! I was on a long drive tonight and got stuck in traffic and long lines at the drive thru on the way, which I appreciated, as it was a very magical time listening to each track. 

I like the songs you referenced. To me this poem screams Under the Bridge by RHCP. While the song is mostly about drug abuse, it also creates this relationship between narrator and city.
 
 
 
1st verse Under the Bridge:
 

Me, a person who's never been to LA and has no idea what she's really talking about:

Also, one more thing. This picture she posted on her instagram with the caption "LA Who am I to Love You" perfectly captures this poem. I know her book will include some of her original photography, but I wonder if this picture may be included as well to supplement this poem. I wonder if this picture was taken around the time she wrote the poem.
Also, when she first posted a picture from this day in 2018 with Ben, the caption was "LA-->SAN FRAN" 
 
"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('s jet) and brought my typewriter and promised myself that I would stay but
It's just not going the way that I thought"
 
'LA who am I to love u'

 
'LA-->SAN FRAN'

In my head, "White Hot Forever" sounds like it'll have those majestic plucked guitar chords that we hear at the very beginning of Serene Queen with the surfy/glittery folk-rock guitar riffs that come in after the chorus of Andromeda by Weyes Blood - at 1:16.
 

 
 
I also imagine "Tulsa Jesus Freak" to have almost acoustic country-like verses that transition into something gritty and psychedelic - maybe structurally similar to Venice Bitch? A title like that calls for something super experimental and wavy.

would LOVE more 70s rock/folk influence in COCC. 70s Lana is my favorite Lana, imagine her making a song like this (most likely not going ot happen but a gay can dream)

i hope there are a few songs with some really dramatic drums like mermaid motel or thunder, that'd be sexy

I like piano balleds, if they add something to the album and fills the blanks on the album story. Bartender does that for me. It has a beautiful melody and it adds something to the story. On the other hane love song doesn't do that for me. It doesn't have a special melody and it doesn't add anything to the story. For me I'd love a lana album to start with a dark guitar song like cruel world, then have some beautiful piano ballads to take the story further, then end with another dark guitar song.

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:

ready to cry over experiences i've never had like always

she just loves a good saxobeat
 

That blonde hair is homophobic.