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I love 99 Tears by experimental outsider artiste Sky Ferreira

What genre did Sky claim to invent? The only artist's sound she ever came for was, well, very clearly Diet Sky down to the vocal stylings. The Halsey thing was only visuals and also, really old. Some of you are clinging to that nonsense when really you're just mad about broken promises. You all made more sense coming out your neck calling her a lazy crackhead than the gymnastics about her credits.

Tbh you need to do something with this concept and the backview of the Hollywood sign/night sky from the LFL audio. All hair in a 100 mile radius INCINERATED
 

Lmaoooooooooo they're obv a conversation piece!

Cover art is really cool

If someone told me to download Lana Del Rey's lead single "Born 2 Die" off her new album Do U Luv Me Yet?, I would have told them to fuck off.

Nice job, loving the concept of God Bless America and Daytona Meth
I suppose I owe this thread an update....

You must be fucking with me.
 
More remixes than original songs?
 
A pox upon her, fuuuuuuuck I'm so angry why didn't I prepare myself for this? Ooh she's trying it, god damn she is trying it.
 
Time for bed.

This is a tad rushed, let me know what you hear.
 
 
Got a light in your eyes
I can see it
Look into my mind
Do you believe it?
 
Try hard to remember the beach
Blue water from the sea
Hands all over me
Tattoos, they were glistening
It’s been so long since someone made me different
 
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Be free and alive
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Just feel alive
 
It’s just you and the sun
It’s just you and the sun now, baby
 
You're gonna light up the skies
I can see it
You're God’s favorite child
Boy, believe it
 
Try hard to remember the day
Sick as fuck and selling yay
Diamonds and getting blazed
Your tattoos still magnificent
No longer high, but you’re not very different
 
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Be free and alive, baby
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Just feel alive
 
It’s just you and the sun
It’s just you and the sun now, baby
 
I get so damn tired
You set my soul on fire
Ignite me, inspire
Make me higher and higher
 
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Be free and alive
Give heaven a try
Be young and be wild
Just feel alive
 
It’s just you and the sun now
It’s just you and the sun now, baby

Nice job, loving the concept of God Bless America and Daytona Meth
I suppose I owe this thread an update....

Nice job, loving the concept of God Bless America and Daytona Meth
I suppose I owe this thread an update....

I wonder if Chaerin B and Kathi are still alive

I'm trying to combine lyrics for multiple versions of one song into one thread each and things got mixed up along the way. Mourning the loss of some threads but thanks to Your Girl Lana and Crystal Castles for the original posts and these lyrics!

Demo lyrics in blue.


You're no good for me
Baby you're no good for me
You're no good for me
But baby I want you, I want you

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Can we get it down, low-down and gritty?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby put on heart shaped sunglasses
'Cause we gonna take a ride
I'm not gonna listen to what the past says
I've been waiting up all night

Take another drag turn me to ashes
Ready for another lie?
Says he's gonna teach me just what fast is
Say it's gonna be all right

Hit me my darling tonight
I don't know why but I like it
Gotta get back to the wild
Give it up give it up, live it up live it up

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Can we get it down, low-down and gritty?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Let's take Jesus off the dashboard
Got enough on his mind
We both know just what we're here for
Saved too many times

Maybe I like this roller-coaster
Maybe it keeps me high
Maybe this speed it brings me closer
I could sparkle up your eye

Hit me and tell me you're mine
I don't know why but i like it
Scary, my god, you're divine
Gimme them, gimme them dope and diamonds

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Can we get it down, low-down and gritty?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

You're no good for me
Baby you're no good for me
You're no good for me
But baby I want you, I want you
(x2)

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Baby's stopping at 7/11
There in his white Pontiac Heaven
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York City
Can we get it down, low-down and gritty?
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love?

That's one way to spend a night.

goodnewseveryone

Yall think you're doing something every time you point this out huh. I'll gladly ask for a download to anything I don't own the vinyl for and you will what? PROVIDE

Welcome to LANALYSIS, where we get real unhealthy in our obsessions and absolutely revel in it.

This is a project I've been maintaining for a while now--Lana + Analysis...get it? The basic purpose is to relate every one of her songs (that's right, every last one of them) to her known and assumed relationships. Not a stone is left unturned. Privacy is violated. The fans rejoice. Mind you, it’s all pure speculation, but ~this is what makes us stans~

It’s pretty long but an interesting read, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy it in all it’s updated glory, and I will continue to update as new information is revealed and new songs come out. I will also be adding pictures, sources, etc. Stay tuned!

Let’s get started!



EARLY RELATIONSHIPS (1985 - ~2005)



LOCAL ROCKSTARS (~2005 - 2009)



YOU MADE ME NICE FOR A WHILE (2009 - 2011)



POST-BREAKTHROUGH (2011+)



IN THE LAND OF DISCREPANCIES



ADVANCED LANALYSIS



IN SUMMARY..

Lingering questions…
- Who the fuck is K?
- Who the fuck is Ray?
- Who the fuck is Bill? Is Bill really K? Does Bill matter at all?
- What significance do cars play? She mentions eight in total (white Corvette, white Pontiac, blue Chevy Nova/Chevrolet, Cadillac convertible, Mercedes, pickup truck, Lamborghini, Bugatti Veyron)
- When was she/who was she with in New York City and New Jersey? Ditto LA? Most mysterious and pressing, her time in the South?
- Did she have a fling with Bradley Soileau?
- Did Chris C. matter enough to her for her to write songs about him?

Assumptions Made:
- Lana was a gogo dancer.
- K is a drug dealer/murderer, dead or on death row.
- Jimmy is her ex-fiancé, addicted to cocaine despite a Wikipedia page stressing how healthy he is, associated with Chevrolets.
- Much of Sirens is about completely different relationships.
- She fucked Bradley.
- Mike controlled her career but their relationship wasn’t associated with anything fucked up like drugs or stripping.


Thanks for reading! I crave both your feedback and theories! This remains a forum collaboration and I don't claim to have the final say on Lanalytical manners.

For the sake of believability, I'm always hunting receipts, and currently:
- The interview where she refers to "Yayo" as the prequel to "Video Games"
- The interview where she describes "Video Games" as dealing with mutual sobriety in a relationship--her and her partner both staying clean.
- The interview where she talks about meeting her boyfriend in rehab and being dazzled by his small-scale celebrity.

Welcome to LANALYSIS, where we get real unhealthy in our obsessions and absolutely revel in it.

This is a project I've been maintaining for a while now--Lana + Analysis...get it? The basic purpose is to relate every one of her songs (that's right, every last one of them) to her known and assumed relationships. Not a stone is left unturned. Privacy is violated. The fans rejoice. Mind you, it’s all pure speculation, but ~this is what makes us stans~

It’s pretty long but an interesting read, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy it in all it’s updated glory, and I will continue to update as new information is revealed and new songs come out. I will also be adding pictures, sources, etc. Stay tuned!

Let’s get started!



EARLY RELATIONSHIPS (1985 - ~2005)



LOCAL ROCKSTARS (~2005 - 2009)



YOU MADE ME NICE FOR A WHILE (2009 - 2011)



POST-BREAKTHROUGH (2011+)



IN THE LAND OF DISCREPANCIES



ADVANCED LANALYSIS



IN SUMMARY..

Lingering questions…
- Who the fuck is K?
- Who the fuck is Ray?
- Who the fuck is Bill? Is Bill really K? Does Bill matter at all?
- What significance do cars play? She mentions eight in total (white Corvette, white Pontiac, blue Chevy Nova/Chevrolet, Cadillac convertible, Mercedes, pickup truck, Lamborghini, Bugatti Veyron)
- When was she/who was she with in New York City and New Jersey? Ditto LA? Most mysterious and pressing, her time in the South?
- Did she have a fling with Bradley Soileau?
- Did Chris C. matter enough to her for her to write songs about him?

Assumptions Made:
- Lana was a gogo dancer.
- K is a drug dealer/murderer, dead or on death row.
- Jimmy is her ex-fiancé, addicted to cocaine despite a Wikipedia page stressing how healthy he is, associated with Chevrolets.
- Much of Sirens is about completely different relationships.
- She fucked Bradley.
- Mike controlled her career but their relationship wasn’t associated with anything fucked up like drugs or stripping.


Thanks for reading! I crave both your feedback and theories! This remains a forum collaboration and I don't claim to have the final say on Lanalytical manners.

For the sake of believability, I'm always hunting receipts, and currently:
- The interview where she refers to "Yayo" as the prequel to "Video Games"
- The interview where she describes "Video Games" as dealing with mutual sobriety in a relationship--her and her partner both staying clean.
- The interview where she talks about meeting her boyfriend in rehab and being dazzled by his small-scale celebrity.

Post your unpopular opinions on Lana Del Rey here! I will of course start:
 
 
The No Kung Fu "Yayo" shits all over the album version.

^ evilentity now posts Radiohead songs, if he isn't my former English teacher then I'm a pirate.
 
Was anyone else's first thought when they heard with my pretty song the line from "My Momma"? I kinda geeked over that--it's not such a distinctive phrase that you could call it recycling, but I like to believe that she thought of it.

Methamphetamine, pink flamingo
Blue ‘50s queen, Blue Oyster Cult/Cove
Further we dream
Why don’t we go to Coney Island?
One day among, the ballad sung
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean ???
Neon palms sway
What’s happening?
Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
And Ocean Grove
And so I bid you farewell

French vanilla ice cream, just the way I like
Dripping on your windscreen, I can’t get a bite
Guess we could be more than friends, ‘cause this kiss won’t end
And you got me trembling
 
You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow
Take me out tonight
You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go
Touch me to ignite
Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings
I can see the stars collide
Baby, hold me tight
Oh, you’re dynamite

Speeding through the wasteland, sparkling in the lights
Roll up the boardwalk, derelict delight
Eyes are on my dress again
I know how this ends
Boy, you’re all adrenaline

You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow
Take me out tonight
You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go
Touch me to ignite
Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings
I can see the stars collide
Baby, hold me tight
Oh, you’re dynamite

He’s not like other guys, I can’t apologize
For what my body wants and what my heart decides
‘Cause I’m so close to the real thing
Yeah, I’m so close to the real thing
I’m so close to the real thing I could almost die

Say it isn’t over, say it’s not goodnight
Maybe we could go somewhere and start a pillow fight

You’re dynamite, I’m ready to blow
Take me out tonight
You’re dynamite, I’m ready to go
Touch me to ignite
Boy, you're a wild thing, rocking on my heartstrings
I can see the stars collide
Baby, hold me tight
Oh, you’re dynamite
(x2)

She really makes me wonder if I should have reconsidered all those MySpace friend requests I got from floppy bands
 
You know, it is weird that no original Lizzy fans are around. I mean, she had some audience on MySpace. Were they genuine or just being nice when they commented on her page? Do they realize she's gotten so famous but looks totally different and has a different name?

Post your unpopular opinions on Lana Del Rey here! I will of course start:
 
 
The No Kung Fu "Yayo" shits all over the album version.