Chemtrail

lana has A LOT of feelings about being famous!!!!!!!! anyway, this solidifies her as a true artist. I have never seen her be this raw or vulnerable. she is paradise. 

Guys, this shit hits hard, seriously. 
 
I'm speechless.
 

There is some interesting audio samples that play throughout, and are most present at the start and the end, a couple of men and women overlapping with these kinda things:
"I have plenty of witty anecdotes" "Your stories are mesmerising"  "I always have the most interesting stories" "I am an interesting person" "People love your stories" "You are a fantastic person" "You have plenty of interesting stories "You are an interesting performer" There are lots of variants - it almost sounds like they're practising Meisner? It gives the work a sort of terrifying dimension - the coolest part is at the end Lana starts to slowly speak along with them, like she's hypnotised. 

I've updated the OP with the spoken word version of the poem, transcribed by @@takeitdoen who is able to listen to it in Australia.
 
It's interesting to note she changed around the poem a bit, especially with excluding certain words with the place of long pauses. I've left both versions in the OP x

I'm glad she can confirm she hasn't been drunk in 14 years. I, myself, being currently drunk, cannot relate

Just heard it
WOW
Speechless

this is my first LDR release on lanaboards and i know i'm gonna just be here refreshing for the next 24hrs looool

"Plus I love Zac, so why did I..." not sax, I'm pretty sure.

This is so personal and raw and up-front and confident and vulnerable and emotional and good  at the same time wtf 

So there’s a lead single AND it’ll be in album format on Spotify and Apple Music BUT people still don’t consider this an album? Lol

This is so personal I’m so shook, we are being FED this year

She sounds so unfiltered on that book!!!!!

Wow there is so much to unpack here

Oh my fucking god Amazing. This feels so much like a poetic letter, instead of a poem (which is obviously the intention, I think).
 
The only part I didn't like was
 
"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"
 
Very redundant, plus I don't think it adds anything.
 
But the rest is on fire.
 
@@Dominikx4 Can't merge this to the Violet lyrics thread, only Elle can. So we gotta wait for her!

Omg what is this, I-
 
I did not expect this. "I'm an orphan" If she really means it, she must have felt really alone and unimportant to her family or her parents sometime, or maybe it's just her mom. I can hear the sadness, confusion and frustration when I'm reading this. And even thought I can never understand what she's feeling, she somehow makes it very easy to understand what she's trying to say.
I really like this poem!

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'm excited to hear it.

Oh that's fair enough. It's scary how many people have stolen things from Lana. Poor Chuck too. Smh.

I just think that since they didn't give her a grammy for the renown and highly praised album NFR, choosing instead to favour trendy teen music over it, that it'll never happen. It is what it is - at the end of the day, this one particular award show doesn't define her success and never will. 

The grammys are dead to me after this years disgrace

Tuesday is a standard release day for books, that’s probably why they release it on that day

People are strange and are complex. Nothing is ever cut and dry.

That’s because Madonna knows that what Lana said was true. Madonna was making music before Lana was born and knows the truth about the music business and its double standards. Coming from a music biz family myself I can verify that.
Back in Joni Mitchell’s day there was no social media. You released music and people focused on that only. That is what we need.
She’s not going to quit putting out music. She just isn’t interested in the whole Hollywood establishment. She goes to some industry parties but I can tell she doesn’t want to be there. She’s not into the superficial. She makes music but she does it for the people, not the establishment.

Part 2 leaked  
I may be rich, but not how you think
I've got lots of knowledge and coats made from mink
My daddy builds websites and I am a singer
The taste of LA is a flavour that lingers
I may be a vegan but sometimes I meet
A grocery list full of such wonderful meats
Like:
1 fish
2 fish
Red fish
Blue fish
I fry them in lemon, rosemary and thyme
Then soak them in mustard like pickles to brine
My wheatgrass, my people, my city is neat
Stop with the DMs of pictures of feet!!