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And Monicker would no doubt find a way to balance musical cynicism with cake-centric perversion.
 
Lying naked on the buffet table as he throws grapes at the Auto-Tuned Loon?

I'll still love her when she's no longer young and beautiful.
 

Acoustic:
Carry me up them stairs
With my white socks on and my pretty song,
You like my blue nail polish
What is all this?
You said, "Little miss, upstairs
Don't be scared."

Daddy dearest, you know how I like to take trips
Pops, first stop at the K-Mart
Buy me my peach lip-gloss
Cigarettes and lollipops
Mad Magazine and white socks
All in your car for our trip across the USA

We gonna party like it's 1949
We in the Pontiac from July to July
It's a flower motel nation
Day and night on our last vacation
We gonna see it all before we say goodbye

Daddy likes Blackpool,
Pleasure beach and road-stops,
Baby likes the Swiss Alps souvenir gift-shops
Late night, midnight, radio show talks
Daddy, baby, big jail break

Ponytail and lollipops
Dinerettes and soda-pops
New blue bathing suit
Ruched tops and Cadillacs
Blue LA Carte Docks
Hop-scotch, shit talk
Alabama hard knocks
Motel brass locks.

We gonna party like it's 1949
We in the Pontiac from July to July
It's a motel flower nation
Day and night on our last vacation
We gonna see it all before he says goodbye
 
 
Studio:
Carry me up them stairs
With my white socks on
And my pretty song
Like my blue nail polish
What is all this?
You said of the mess upstairs
Don't be scared

Daddy dearest
You know how I like to take trips
Pops first stops at the K-Mart
Buy me my peach lipgloss
Cigarettes and lollipops
For our trip across the USA

We're gonna party like it's 1949
We're in the Pontiac from July to July
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it's 1949
 
Carry me up the stairs
With my white socks on
And my blonde hair long
You like my pin-up bodice
And the solace
That comes with the midnight air
And my icy stare
 
It's the clearest
When it's me and him alone
He's stops, he talks about all the ways he used to
Dinerettes and soda pops
For our trip across the USA
 
We're gonna party like it's 1949
We're in the Pontiac from July to July
Gonna see it all before he says goodbye
Gonna party like it's 1949
 
Daddy likes Blackpool,
Pleasure beach and road stops,
Me, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops
Late night, midnight, radio show talks
Him and me, a big jailbreak
 
Ponytail and lollipops
Dinerettes and sodapops
New blue bathing suit
Ruched tops and Cadillacs
Blue LA Carte Docks
Hopscotch, hot talk
Alabama hard knocks
Motel brass locks.

Jerry says that anytime I think I have a good idea
That I should do the opposite of whatever it is I feel
That's because I have a bad mind
And I have gold in my veins
But he said I got the purest heart
That he's ever seen
 
What God give me a brain for
If he won't help me use it?
What God give me a plan for
If he won't help me do it?
 
You're gonna love me
I'm gonna make you
You're gonna love me
I'm gonna make you
 
I can tell that you're the type to never trust a beauty queen
But I was never voted for nothing in high school
Never meant anything to anybody
Never ever gave myself away
But even when I'm funny
You think I'm acting so I say
 
What God give me a brain for
If he won't let me use it?
What God give me a plan for?
He never helps me do it
 
You're gonna love me
I'm gonna have to make you
You're gonna love me
I'm gonna make you
 
You say that you don't want to be hypnotized
But baby, I, I don't wanna hypnotize you
There's nothing from you that I wanna take
I just wanna be like you
Maybe love you just a little bit
Please
 
Jim, I'mma dedicate this whole album to you
You told me to get my way, that's exactly what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna strike out, right now
I'm striking out right now with this song
But I can't help myself
I can't do right for long
You know that
 
What God give me a brain for?
He knows that I can't use it
I don't know why he'd give me a plan for
He never lets me do it
 
But you're gonna love me
I'm gonna make you
You're gonna love me
I'm gonna make you

10, that's really gorgeous.

You know, i’ve thought before about how funny/weird/surreal/awkward/absurd it would be for all of us to be together in a room somewhere, like a huge ornate ballroom, and everyone is just standing around and we’re all looking at each other and we’re all hearing each others’ voices for the first time and realizing that no one sounds as you had imagined them sounding, one person, it turns out, is a she and not a he, someone else is way younger or older than you had assumed, someone is inevitably nothing like their online persona, and there are like five people you want to have sex with. I would definitely show up for the Halloween gig in my BDSM mask and every time i opened my mouth i’d ramble in ten minute blocks. Just imagine the scenario and all the stuff that would go down: Riley would be MCing the event with his reydio voice, evilentity would be handing out our English assignments, Madrigal would be going around yelling at us that our dates are all wrong, HDB would be going around liking everyone’s comments, SitarHero would finally get the chance to sport his Jimmy Gnecco shirt, showing it off like a drag queen, Lily would spearhead a mutiny, TPD would show us the contents of her big manilla envelope containing classified documents and photos related to Elizabeth W. Grant, PrettyBaby would act as the great arbiter and peacekeeper, Neal would deny that he’s FBI agent Dale Cooper, ednafrau would be begging the house band to do a Jeff Buckley cover, Hunter would be plugging his own music, Moy would be digging a bigger hole for himself after making poor analogies to try to prove that cultural appropriation is okay, Lemon Pie would just be sitting deliciously on a table, deathray would no doubt be crossing his arms, James Dean would be badgering us all for the Million Dollar Man video, Matt would tell us all how Carmen is the best song in existence and how his Biology homework sucks, European would unyieldingly protect his origins, Crystal Castles would be going on and on about Crystal Castles, Hellion would be late to the party and show up with Blanche sass, Luda would be asking everyone why they hate him, Baby V Alex would be brandishing large picket signs with pictures of nude gay men on them, Chloe would be telling us how leaks are wrong and how we should just listen to Ben Mawson while Ben would point out to her how many leaks have, in fact, come directly from him, all the while running away from an angry mob, the Auto-Tuned Loon would be an ASSHOLE shitting all over the place and making horrid sounds (that would cause HDB to swoon), and Maru would literally be flipping over every god damn table at this event while pontificating about the superiority of cats.
 
Oh wait, then PinupGirls would crash the party announcing how awesome black people are, frankee would be in the corner doing a painfully tragic dance to a Madonna song, futilely attempting to get everyone to watch, the bearded man from Blue Velvet would wow us all with his exquisite facial mane, Emile Haynie would try to add a Born To Die filter to the whole party, Calendar Girl would make her great return and enlighten us with tales of all the adventures she embarked on during her long absence, Ahmed would phone in from prison, and Lana Del Rey herself would tell us all to go fuck off. If i missed anyone, sorry ‘bout it.
 

I really do love your work, Hunter. Sometimes I'll play through your soundcloud songs on my iPod, and then I realize..."You know, I talk to this guy." That's just such a cool thing, I don't know if I can even word it well. Like, actual musicians seem so aloof. Sure I've had friends strum away at talent shows and stuff but this is on such a different level. I actually know you, and you make really good music. I'm just not getting this across, poo.
 
I appreciate you
 
 
You're spoiling me! "Witch hop", oh lord I'm in love. The hype virus, it's fully got me in its clutches.

Am hiring hookers for people in here who need to get laid. Expect PMs soon.

A hot guy just liked the Lana link I posted on Facebook

Love you guys, really. This is why i asked the question--i really wanted to hear from all of you. Good stuff.
 
 
I like this point a lot. Good stuff, Sitar.
 
 
Ha, this makes me think of what Buzz Osbourne of The Melvins (who was close friends with Kurt Cobain and Nirvana in their very early days) has continually said throughout the years, that he thinks a lot of Nirvana's success was due to how they were pretty boys (albeit in grungy clothing).
 

now kiss

I fall asleep to adult swim every night. I am not proud.
 
(And then I wake up in the middle of the night to something like Superjail #scarredforlife)

I'm pretty sure it's like videos, [ media ] [ /media ]

I'll still love her when she's no longer young and beautiful.
 

She is beautiful :imbeingsarcasticbitch2:
 
Of course the world was captivated by her appearance originally, because it was a video that went viral. Even I was struck by her appearance in "Video Games", although i think she looks better when she's less pouty. I like to think that I'd like her as much if wasn't attractive because I'm not really into fanning so hardcore for popstars, where beauty is essential. But I admit, it did catch my interest. But this isn't really about MY opinion. Personally, I think the music would be different if she wasn't this beautiful girl. She wouldn't be singing about being the most exotic flower or the whole world's girl. And that's fine. It's certainly a perspective she has and is used to (although I would never say she's limited to being the hot girl). For instance, I'm not writing about being an exotic flower because I don't have that perspective.
 
I don't know, the backlash would definitely have been much less if she wasn't as pretty. But do I think she would have been as successful? Not really. Her breakthrough came with a vintage video of her looking captivating. Maybe "Video Games" could have made it on its own merit, but remember that it's success was an accident, and ultimately a product of her being beautiful in the video. She's on magazine covers now, but at the beginning that's all it was--an accident. Fueled in no small part by her looks. Generally I have my ugly dude syndrome and would not be rooting for her as much under those circumstances, but Lana has always been a special case to me.

I'll still love her when she's no longer young and beautiful.
 

I'll still love her when she's no longer young and beautiful.
 

Platinum and vale acrylics
Skim the paper for the critics
Baby's breath and Elvis lyrics
On the copper bar

Late in motel lounges singin'
Spotlight on the band is swingin'
Chateau Marmont memories fading
Hope is very far

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace catchin'
Baby, on the chandelier

Sweeping scents and blue hydrangea
Summer hail and summer stranger
Baby, he's in constant danger
Help is very far

"You look like a Florida native
Are you?" I said, at the rate of
Slow molasses from the state of
Vermont with a Southern drawl

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On the chandelier

He said he'd come to welcome, warn me
Just your diamond to adorn me
Come to be and see the one and only
For my final year
Well, thank you

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
Where are you when I need you most?

Platinum and vale acrylics
Skim the paper for the critics
Baby's breath and Elvis lyrics
On the copper bar

Late in motel lounges singin'
Spotlight on the band is swingin'
Chateau Marmont memories fading
Hope is very far

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace catchin'
Baby, on the chandelier

Sweeping scents and blue hydrangea
Summer hail and summer stranger
Baby, he's in constant danger
Help is very far

"You look like a Florida native
Are you?" I said, at the rate of
Slow molasses from the state of
Vermont with a Southern drawl

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On the chandelier

He said he'd come to welcome, warn me
Just your diamond to adorn me
Come to be and see the one and only
For my final year
Well, thank you

Elvis, where are you when I need you most?
White kind of sequin jumpsuit ghost
Pick me up and make a toast
Champagne in the air

Tipping back his head, relaxing
Thank you very much and I'm laughing
All my chantilly lace is catchin'
On that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
It's catchin' on that chandelier
Where are you when I need you most?

You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
I love you but I don't know why
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
Had a cigarette with his number on it
He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
Knew it was wrong, but I palmed it
I saved it, I waited, I called it
 
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,
The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it
I tried to be strong but I lost it
 
You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
He has a white Corvette like I wanted
A fire in his eyes, know I saw it
He's bleeding from his brain and his wallet
He's sick and he's taken, but honest
 
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,
The liquor on his lips I just can't resist
As close as I'll get to the darkness
He tells me to shut up I got this
 
You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath my my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
I need you, I need you, babe
Like I never needed anyone
You're wrong but you're so much fun
You said you treat them mean to keep them keen, you're not that nice
But you taste like the fourth of the July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
Don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
Don't let it stop

You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
I love you but I don't know why
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
Had a cigarette with his number on it
He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
Knew it was wrong, but I palmed it
I saved it, I waited, I called it
 
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,
The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it
I tried to be strong but I lost it
 
You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
He has a white Corvette like I wanted
A fire in his eyes, know I saw it
He's bleeding from his brain and his wallet
He's sick and he's taken, but honest
 
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,
The liquor on his lips I just can't resist
As close as I'll get to the darkness
He tells me to shut up I got this
 
You taste like the fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath my my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
Know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
 
I need you, I need you, babe
Like I never needed anyone
You're wrong but you're so much fun
You said you treat them mean to keep them keen, you're not that nice
But you taste like the fourth of the July
Malt liquor on your breath, my-my
 
You can be be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Taste like a keg party back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
Don't let it stop
 
You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
You know that I like, I like you a lot, don't let it stop
Don't let it stop

Remember your 'Bonnie and Kevin' explanation for the lyrics in 'Diet Mountain Dew?' Hahaha.

She is beautiful :imbeingsarcasticbitch2:
 
Of course the world was captivated by her appearance originally, because it was a video that went viral. Even I was struck by her appearance in "Video Games", although i think she looks better when she's less pouty. I like to think that I'd like her as much if wasn't attractive because I'm not really into fanning so hardcore for popstars, where beauty is essential. But I admit, it did catch my interest. But this isn't really about MY opinion. Personally, I think the music would be different if she wasn't this beautiful girl. She wouldn't be singing about being the most exotic flower or the whole world's girl. And that's fine. It's certainly a perspective she has and is used to (although I would never say she's limited to being the hot girl). For instance, I'm not writing about being an exotic flower because I don't have that perspective.
 
I don't know, the backlash would definitely have been much less if she wasn't as pretty. But do I think she would have been as successful? Not really. Her breakthrough came with a vintage video of her looking captivating. Maybe "Video Games" could have made it on its own merit, but remember that it's success was an accident, and ultimately a product of her being beautiful in the video. She's on magazine covers now, but at the beginning that's all it was--an accident. Fueled in no small part by her looks. Generally I have my ugly dude syndrome and would not be rooting for her as much under those circumstances, but Lana has always been a special case to me.

I can't be bothered to superimpose the mask over her face, but I think she generally does, but is slightly off in a few areas. (Most "conventionally attractive" people are, usually in the lips? Here's a few examples of celebrities with the mask superimposed:
 
 
 

because i blinked