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whatever happened to the book I knew... 

whatever happened to the book I knew... 

whatever happened to the book I knew... 

I believe it was her great grandmother! It says she was the mother of Robert England Grant, whose son is Robert England JR, aka Lana's dad! 
https://www.geni.com/people/Violet-Grant/6000000033603740823
 
Upon reading Robert England Grant's obituary (https://www.geni.com/people/Robert-Grant/6000000033603540322)
"Bob is survived by
his wife, Cynthia,
his sons
Robert and his wife, Pat;
David; and
Jim; all of Lake Placid.
His great joys also included his grandchildren:
Elizabeth,
Caroline,
Charlie, and
David and his wife Marya"
 
It wouldn't be too far fetched to assume this is the Violet Lana is referring to, as she said in the video she posted in December announcing VBBOTG as a spoken word album that she was connecting to her own family lineage!

Sylvia - 
I knew what you meant when you talked about swimming in the ocean and leaving your patent leather black shoes pointed towards it while you swam
It tickled you to leave them there
It was the thought of a young child or of a lost fairy
It reminded me of who I am
That's why I'm now at this facility by the ocean
& why I go barefoot and why I go calmly
Why I leave my shoes up by the stairway
I do it for you, and I do it for me
Because having learned from others and from you,
I learned there was a missing piece to finding existential calmness and domestic bliss to lead to peace
 
You see, you cant fall in love with a man like Ted or a musician who sings about being free
A woodworker doesn't a good man make if he wants his work to be on TV
You have to separate the wheat from the chaff
You have to be discerning
It takes diligence, consequence, and other things to keep that sea from churning
& to keep yourself from longing to let those painted waves take you under
It isn't just the water black that makes the body plunder from high sea cliffs
I know, my dear, I wish that I had been here or there
I wish that you were here now if you're not now because who knows how these things work?
 
Sylvia, Marilyn, Violet, Diana
All of my kind women who came before me, blonde
I dyed my hair black for you
I turned my back on that black pond
I swear I wont stop 'til I'm dead
& here I am at 34, and what for?
 
To bring my pair of baby patent leather shoes to turn them the other way
Towards the sea cliff stairs, not at the ocean
To bring them back up safe to the facility instead
& I think of you as I walk to the 280 wooden steps dynamited into the cliffs 100 years before
I let myself into room 2 and got undressed
 
I was sunburnt
Contemplative and sore
& as I fell asleep by Gabapentin
I lay my head on the pillow
& stretched my hand out on the cool white linen and sang you a lemon melody
I kept the shoes on the sill by the window seat in case you got restless and wanted to leave
& I hugged you with my baby's breath and sang your spirit to bed
The way I would have if you were my child or if I had children
My Queen Anne's lace heart weightless on your little head
 
 
 

wHATTT how

lol  If we leave Sierra Madre towards the south, we arrive at Arcadia. So, can we say that Arcadia is the navel? ? Or should we go further down? ?

when you visit the sierra madre and you realize you're walking on lana's boobs 

all of the alt. girls when they visit arcadia for inspiration for their upcoming work 

The Arcadian town square in a few minutes:
 
 

Can all the LA twinks please invade the streets of Arcadia and look for a house with blue and/or green-grey banisters? 

THATS WHAT YOU DOOOOOOOOO
YOUR HEAD IN THE NEST
AS YOU FLY AWAY SOON
 

I just found out that Arcadia is in LA surrounded by the Sierra Madre AND its neighbor is Pasadena, where Summertime Sadness was filmed  she’s coming for the collapse of society, a cultural reset of the size of not Sierra Madre but Mount Everest 
The Summertime Sadness video is probably my favorite music video, I‘m so fucking happy omfg 

credit to @ sznsmaychange on twitter this is stunning  clay being a striking example of masculinity, firm in his verticality   

let's paint all the bannisters blue  let's fix all the weather vanes 

there is a build up coming and it's her screaming so why the fuck are my banisters still white why do I have to be reminded of your lying ass every time I walk up the stairs

This is totally bulding up to the RAP VERSE! It got LEAKED:
*after the snippet we've heard the beat changes*
He paint my banisters blue
Pussy leaking on cue
Suck his COCC in the loo
Beast be put in the zoo
Madonna will be featuring

Clay this era

ready to paint my banisters blue 
 

I can’t wait for her to have children

Sean when he sees the last song on BB be clementine 

and now just 2 more months of this snippet hanging over our shoulders

These lyrics are so stunning. It sounds to me like Blue Banisters are a metaphor for false promises. 

when its a duet with clay