Let the Light In

It’s so funny how some morons are writing “facts” like they know her life better than her.

She needs to release a song called “WT from LP”

OMG , Nikki Lane we won!!! Album of the century is coming

She probably detests that song in an artistic perspective and she only did it because she couldn’t say no to Taylor. This might explain why she wanted to contribute bare minimum to it. I wonder how she felt when she had to rerecord for More Lana version.

That person replied back to her saying your dad is a CEO, I hope she replies back with “I'm already in talks with my lawyer. There will be an investigation to find where your IP address is coming from. I suggest you take down all the bullsh*t you're spreading about me before I find u. Good luck getting into college and getting fired from your jobs. I never wanted to take it this far but you are forcing me to do so.”

Mine was delivered a couple of days after that

This is so funny

They are the same song with different lyrics but at least "fame" echoes match with the actual lyrics in Architecture. And not to mention that beautiful outro missing from the final version.

I’m so tempted to watch it on YouTube. I want to remain spoiler free but the show is 5 months away so it’s not gonna happen

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Noooo, I've been infected too https://i.ibb.co/98NGDSN/nooo.png Cannot insert image from URL too https://i.ibb.co/41Rqtb8/noooo.png help edit: @hotshot2am's solution works for now

I’m confused. As far as we know, they were already sending her to Alternative category but it’s the Grammys committee that changing the category. So what has changed now? How are we sure she will be nominated under alternative categories?

Finally it arrived to US. Bythe way, if you say no to Jersey Post website, the tracking number works

I hope she wears the bracelet you gave her to this event @Elle

When she wins, attends and in her first Grammy win speech she thanks random Youtube vloggers she saw earlier that day

After @Unidentified Major Tom’s post, I’m %99.99 sure it’s about Jonathan Wilson.

Song of the year emphasizes on the song writing while record of the year is more like the whole package, including production etc.

August 7,2020 I wasn't expect this to be a sad one. It is actually the exact day my grandma passed away, the day before I flied to my hometown for her funeral. May her soul rest in peace.

Not Lana's team but OpenStage is definitely using and "sharing" your data. It's in their terms and conditions 😄😄😄 By accessing and contributing Content and using the Services You consent to the collection and use of Your personal information, including the transfer of this information throughout the world for storage, processing and use by Openstage and members of the same group of companies or persons to whom You have given Us consent to share Your data. If You sign-up to follow, connect with or communicate with another user of the Services (such as an artist, performer, brand or other corporation) You shall in doing so be deemed to have consented to Our sharing Your personal data with that other user to the extent reasonably necessary for that other user to take advantage of the consent You have given (and also for that other user to share with Us any personal data relating to You that the user holds). You may need to create an account to use some of the Services. You are responsible for safeguarding Your account, so use a strong password and limit its use to this account. We accept no liability for any loss or damage arising from Your failure to comply with these Terms. You agree that We may use any data We learn about You on an anonymous aggregated basis (that is to say in a way which does not allow anybody to identify You or to link You with the data We use).In consideration of Openstage granting You access to and use of the Services, You agree that Openstage may use Your personal data and make promotions to You. We may also use Your Content to make promotion to others. In this context “promotions” includes all forms of advertising.

My tracking number directs me to Jersey Post which I have never heard of, and it shows no country or anything. Just says "Outbound Item Despatched" since October 3rd

Liz, I’m calling from Calihoma

Release “I Talk to Jesus” pls thank you

I had a dream. She got an X tattooed on her right foot below her first toe and the album cover was the picture of her foot stepping on cherries. I tried to illustrate it it’s 6 am, please excuse the brevity

I hate Scammys. That being said, it would be kinda ironic if she win with a song saying “when’s it gonna be my turn, don’t forget me”.

“A Collection of Female Poets”