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I can't wait to see the book! I'm so proud of this project 

Because it’s not an album, it’s an audiobook. It won’t be on Spotify

Having heard Violet, I'm very excited to see what we get with Behind the Iron Gates next year.
 
I really hope she takes the same approach, audiobook release and then physical.

A book tour for this would have been cool and I could imagine she would have actually been down for it as it would feed into her ego of establishing her as a stand alone writer/poet as opposed to a musician. A shame it can't happen in the current climate. Hopefully she will for Behind the Iron Gates!
 
It would be cool if she went full throttle super hipster and did some readings in coffee shops in San Francisco or something too 

Even with the added photography, I was originally surprised at the thickness of the book considering the amount of poetry - 128 pages(!!!) over 30 poems. But after reading LA Who I Am To Love You today, with its incredible length, it all makes sense and I'm even more so impressed and happy with how much work she's put into this project. And judging by the length of the audio and the speed she read it at, it's easier to tell that most of these poems, if not all, have so much to say. I love it.
 
ETA: Page number correction smh

Pre-ordered the book from Chapters! Can't wait till October 

Her book tour would only be in LA and San Fran though, we all know it.

I don't know why they won't just put the whole thing on Spotify. I want to stream the shit out of it.

Well, I always start these so might as well do this one.
 
First review is in:
https://www.thelineofbestfit.com/reviews/albums/lana-del-rey-violet-bent-backwards-over-the-grass-review
 
8/10

the mask goes over your nose girl

Lana uploaded a video of her reciting the poem - 

This is beautiful. Wow, I'm speechless

This is beautiful. Wow, I'm speechless

This is beautiful. Wow, I'm speechless

This is beautiful. Wow, I'm speechless

so you're telling me Lies is about a ugly white man, and here i was in 2016 using Lies as my break up song about a ugly white guy i dated? my mind 
 
 
 
Also this is one of her most iconic pieces of her career
 

i feel kinda iconic to have made this thread and its know on 97 pages 

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

I thought it sounded like either sex or sax - referring to jazz maybe ? idk lmao

I swear everytime i check this thread there's a new leak, i wonder how many unreleased songs we have now, i honestly cant keep with her catalogue, iconic!

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!

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 keep replaying that preview omg I hear "I love sax" though?

She speaks so fast, I didn't expect that. Ayyyyy I'm so excited to hear it all!

A song with fine china vibes and yes to heaven if this is true we are in for a treat ladies