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i know that they say that all i want 
is to have fun 
and get away for rainy days 
i know that they think ive come undone 
but im in love 
i wanna run, run, run away 
im leaving are you coming with me? 

I'd even dare to say top 5... It truly is so magical, after all these years I'm still OBSESSED

When will your fave(s father)? 
 

So, I can't get over the fact that she scrapped the original Lust for Life demo and the original bridge from Freak.
 
Therefore I was thinking of what a song could sound like, if she had taken the bridge from Freak as chorus and the new Lust for Life verses as the verses of the song. 
 
They match PERFECTLY!
 
MARRY ME

[Verse]
Climb up the H of the Hollywood sign
In these stolen moments
The world is mine
There's nobody here, just us together
Keepin' me hot like July forever

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause we're the masters of our own fate
We're the captains of our own souls
There's no way for us to come away
'Cause boy we're gold, boy we're gold
And I was like

[Chorus]
Marry me, marry me
Take a long vacation
Money and power and dresses, big standing ovation
Loving you can't be wrong
There's no complications, no
Marry me, marry me
Use all your relations
Carry me, carry me
Fuck our generation
Loving you can't be wrong
Love is our salvation now

[Verse]
Then, we dance on the H of the Hollywood sign, yeah
'Til we run out of breath, gotta dance 'til we die (doo-wop, doo-wop)
My boyfriend's back
And he's cooler than ever (shoo-roo, shoo-roo)
There's no more night, blue skies forever

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause we're the masters of our own fate
We're the captains of our own souls
So there's no need for us to hesitate
We're all alone, let's take control
And I was like

[Chorus]
Marry me, marry me
No safe destination
Runaway lovers, escaping our past regulations
Me and you won't be wrong
There's no hesitation, no
Marry me, marry me
No more separation
Stay with me, stay with me
Fuck my reputation
No one can stop us cause
Love's our liberation now

[Bridge]
My boyfriend's back 
And he's cooler than ever
There's no more night, blue skies forever
I told you twice in our love letter
There's no stopping now, green lights forever
And I was like

[Chorus]
Marry me, marry me
Take a long vacation
Stay with me, stay with me
Fuck your reputation
Loving me can't be wrong
There's no complications, no
Marry me, marry me
No safe destination
Carry me, carry me
Use all your relations
Loving you can't be wrong
Love is our salvation now

melodrama is her best album… if you do ever listen to it put the volume very high 

the trailer.. i will be there 

Listening through this is my favorite so far. I find the simpleness of the theme so beautiful, and as a fan I'm happy Lana's found herself. We've come a long road leading to this, I felt as if it wasn't only her having this epiphany, but also me who was been by her side by listening to her music and her interviews since 2012. I think you could say at least five things about the details and subject of this poem, but what I loved the most is the feeling of becoming a bigger person, someone strong to rely on to. This is poem is a twin sister to Mariner's Apartment Complex for sure, and I've said this before but I'm glad Lana's feeling more emotionally mature and confident about herself.
 
I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot.
I write!
I write!
 Yes, queen! I cried tears of joy
 
again, there's a million things to say but if you've been a true fan there's really no need to dissect this poem. Everything is so crystal clear in my heart

This might be the poem that touched me the most on a first read. Really straight to the point, autobiographical, and I could just feel it.

Sportcruiser
 
I took a flying lesson on my 33rd birthday instead of calling you,
Or parking on the block where our old place used to be.
 
Genesee, Genesee, Genesee
 
Pathetic, I know, but sometimes I still like to park on that street,
And have lunch in the car just to feel close to you.
 
I was once in love with my life here,
In that studio apartment with you.
Little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view,
Out of the only window,
Big enough for me to see our future through.
 
But it turned out I was the only one that could see it.
 
Stupid apartment complex.
Terrible you.
You, who I wait for.
You, you, you.
Like a broken record stuck on loop.
 
So that day, on my birthday, I thought,
‘Something has to change’
You can’t always be about waiting for you.
 
Don’t tell anyone, but part of my reasoning for taking the flight class
Was this idea that if I could become my own navigator,
A captain of the sky,
That perhaps I could stop looking for direction from you.
 
Well, what started off as an idea on a whim
Has turned into something more.
Too shy to explain to the owners that my first lesson was just a one-time thing,
I’ve continued to go to classes each week
At the precious little strip off Santa Monica and Bundy.
 
And everything was going fine.
We were starting with dips and loops,
and then something terrible happened.
 
During my fourth lesson in the sky,
My intructor, younger than I, but as tough as you,
Instructed me to do a simple maneuverer.
It’s not that I didn’t do it,
But I was slow to lean the sportcruiser into a righthand upward turn.
Scared
Scared that I would lose control of the plane.
 
Not tactfully and not gently,
The instructor shook his head, and without looking at me said,
'You don’t trust yourself.'
 
I was horrified.
Feeling as though I’d somehow been found out.
Like he knew me
How weak I was.
Of course, he was only talking about my ability as a pilot in the sky,
But I knew it was meant for me to hear those words.
 
For me, they held a deeper meaning.
I didn’t trust myself.
 
Not just 2500 feet above the coast of Malibu,
But with anything.
And I didn’t trust you.
I could’ve said something, but I was quiet.  
Because pilots aren’t like poets.
They don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.
 
In the midst of this mid-life meltdown, navigational exercise in self-examination,
I also decided to do something else I had always wanted to do:
Take sailing lessons in the vibrant bay of Marina del Rey.
I signed up for the glasses under ‘Elizabeth Grant’,
And nobody blinked an eye.
 
So, why was I so sure that when I walked into the tiny shack on Valley Way, someone would say,
'You’re not a captain of a ship, or a master of the sky!'
No.
The fisherman didn’t care, and so neither did I.
 
And for a brief moment, I felt more myself than ever before.
Letting the self proclaimed drunkard captain’s lessons wash over me like the foamy tops of the sea.
 
Midway through my forehead burned,
and my hands raw from driving,
The captain told me the most important think I would need to know on the sea.
 
'Never run the ship into irons'
That’s nautical terms for not sailing the boat directly into the wind.
 
In order to do that though, you have to know where the wind is coming from.
And you might not have time to look up at the mast,
Or up further to the weather vein.
So you have to feel where the wind is coming from.
On your cheeks, and by the tips of the white waves from which direction they’re rolling.
 
To do this, he gave me an exercise.
He told me to close my eyes, and asked me to feel on my neck which way the wind was blowing.
I already knew I was going to get it wrong.
'The wind is coming from everywhere. I feel it all over' I told him.
'No,' he said.
'The wind is coming from the left. The portside.'
I sat waiting for him to tell me, 'You don’t trust himself.'
But he didn’t, so I said it for him.
'I don’t trust myself,'
 
He laughed, gentler than the pilot, but still not realising that my failure in the exercise was hitting me at a much deeper level.
 
'It’s not that you don’t trust yourself' he said. 'It’s simply that you’re not a captain. It isn’t what you do.'
 
Then he told me he wanted me to practise everyday so I would get better.
 
'Which grocery store do you go to?' he asked.
'To the Ralphs in the Palisades,' I replied.
 
'Okay. When you’re in the Ralphs in the Palisades,
I want you, as you walking from your car to the store,
To close your eyes, and feel which way the wind is blowing.
Now, I don’t want you to look like a crazy person crouching in the middle of the parking lot,
but everywhere you go,
I want you to try and find which way the wind is coming in from.
And then, determine if it’s from the port or starboard side,
So when you’re back on the boat you have a better sense of it.'
 
I thought his advice was adorable.
I could already picture myself in the parking lot,
Squinting my eyes with perfect housewives looking on.
 
I could picture myself growing a better sense of which way the wind was blowing.
And as I did, a tiny bit of deeper trust also began to grow within myself.
I thought of mentioning it,
but I didn’t.
Because captain’s aren’t like poets.
They don’t make metaphors between the sea and sky.
 
And as I thought that to myself,
I realised
That’s why I write.
 
All this this circumnavigating the earth
Was to get back to my life.
Six trips to the moon for my poetry to arise.
 
I’m not a captain,
I’m not a pilot.
I write!
I write!
 
 
 
Thank you to @ takeitdoen for the transcript, as it has been released in Australia x

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 can't remember what i thought it was before but "a little party never hurt no one" from art deco was a total surprise to me when i found out that was the line.

Are you kidding me? I was (and am) totally honored you created it.

hey that's me! :')

I just want to hide in bed forever and listen to this album on repeat. 

don’t forget LAKE PLACID

I squealed when I heard "palm trees in black and white" in Fishtail 

serene queen reference made me go feral

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii went to paris…
(texas)
withasuitcaseinmyhand 

I really appreciate the flow of this album. It's like she's holding our hands and guiding us into the most truest self of hers. Starting from the beginning on how it builds up slowly to the peak of the album FINGERTIPS (which I consider the heart of the album). If it was a movie, then it's the flashback montage that gives context to the whole thing. I believe the last part of the album was solely to break the tension and let loose, so I could see why the reactor consider them as bonus tracks (but I was living tho). Or could be the bridge to her next project. *Ignore this if you're not as delusional as me* VB having a moment could indicate that she might revisit her older stuffs and bring them to life. 

Gₑₜ ₕᵢgₕ
 
𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅 𝒶𝒸𝒾𝒹
 
𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔢
 
ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
 
Ｌａｋｅ Ｐｌａｃｉｄ！

i love u but u don't undnrstand me

Ffs this woman can write. Absolute masterpiece 

She knows us so well.
 

I think Lana should still do something with Hollywood (song). It would be so good as a single, and also so sweet knowing it was written close to the beginning of her fame, and that now she's been living in Hollywood for like 10 years. 
All the lyrics would still smash.