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actually, i believe him because he seems intelligent and driven enough to have been accepted into a prestigious university, and because of all the lyrical tweets dating back to 2012 his looks actually hurt him in this case, just like they've hurt lana in the past i think its possible that his parts were cut or that his role has been downplayed by UMG but i don't doubt that he's worked with lana in bits, or at times

and he had prom pictures uploaded in 2009, so i imagine he started around then

this entire thing is incredibly strange, yes but i don't disbelieve him. his methods are a bit juvenile but lets not forget about the fact that he is young and likely to be less mature than more seasoned songwriters with more tact and half the narcissism i don't really know how to approach this situation in terms of all the skepticism. i'm still chatting w/ him about random stuff, but i obviously don't want to sound accusatory in the slightest. i do want to bring up the jarrads thing though. i dunno what to say to get him talking about all the lyrical business

she had to retain a bit of commercial appeal / viability though, when considering the entire spectrum of her fan base. its obvious that she wants to make money off this project, she's been updating her facebook status every day with an iTunes link to the EP. the majority of people already seem to think of tropico as something bizarre or (to quote pitchfork) "bonkers" as it is already. so you can't compare, or expect her to put out something like 'meshes of the afternoon', etc can you? although i can't say i'd oppose the idea

really? i don't think he is? i'm so confused i might understand people from a more ~theoretical perspective but i am like, clueless when it comes to small talk

i wish. he's only asking about my ~process

i literally fucking would, if i lived in NY

i asked him if he could tell me which parts of the song lana wrote herself and he said he couldn't disclose that info either what else should i ask him

ugh, connections? that requires interacting w/ people

ok so unless his Facebook profile is also fake, its really, actually edward gallegos, "lyricist at universal music group" that sent the message y'all can message him yourself if you don't believe me

so? his credentials weren't the point of my confusion. ivy league or not, i don't imagine that you start off writing songs for a company like UMG that early in your career path

how the fuck does he have a job at universal already? he's like my age, fucking asshole not that i'm trying to write songs or anything its just like rly ok

well are u authorized to tell me how big ur dick is no but really i also asked him if he got my message on facebook (to verify his identity) we'll see what he says next, if anything. if this guy isn't for real, its like... what an extremely random way to troll people

someone search for all the youtube videos he's expecting credit for and see if his name comes up i don't know why he'd bother to message me my video has like 0.008% of the views that lana would normally get

i messaged him on facebook to verify whether or not it was actually him who sent me the message on youtube. he's listed as a "lyricist at UMG" and has 1000+ friends so i'm assuming its his real account. hopefully he actually sees the message, because i'm pretty sure its going to end up in his 'other' box since we're not friends when you google "edward gallegos" the 2nd or 3rd automated search is "edward gallegos lana del rey" so i'm assuming they've got some sort of past affiliation? i am so lost and oblivious when it comes to song credits, etc so i don't know which (if any) songs he's written or helped her write (and/or if live or die is actually one of them)

he's super hot on the left

"UPCOMING"? WHAT THE FUCK WHO IS EDWARD GALLEGOS? IS THIS HIS LEGIT ACCOUNT? AM I IN NEED OF AN AMBULANCE

made a tropico x yayo video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6cNANSCRUc makes you realize how strong the thematic consistency is in her work, when a song written more than five years ago can still mesh quite well with a current music video. wonder if she's really going to move past these elements in ultraviolence or just tweak them a bit

do u like love her even more now that there's a seemingly obvious connection between her and your kubrickian love or do you think the title is sacrilegious

how did whitman not get any mention in the credits? she used excerpts from "i sing the body electric" in equal amounts as 'howl' if not more

"born to die" = a bit dark, extremely dramatic "paradise" = lush, tropical, mystical, ethereal

TROPICO IS SUCH AN OVERWHELMING EXPERIENCE. these are my notes after sitting down and watching it alone for the first time, so i was actually able to think clearly. i'll try and expand on it all later but i wanted to contribute my bare boned analysis for now. i need to watch it a few more times to formulate a solid opinion. although i do feel as if i like it a bit better each time _____________________________________ john wayne is god —> submission to masculinity and americana lana & shaun watching in awe (curious, impressionable) voices overlapping radio waves (i.e electronic medium) who do we listen to? parents? friends? media? what is free will marilyn says sex is a part of nature but she screams when lana bites the apple madonna / whore (?) —> modern feminist conflict radio frequencies (~different wavelengths) blowing bubbles vs. stripping basic internal conflicts past vs. present space vs. earth i was an angel (at home, drinking coke), living in the garden of evil "screwed up, scared, doing anything that i needed" her decision to eat the apple her decision to strip is she really an angel? or damaged by the way the world just is or people are just inherently 'sinful' lolita in the hood —> dia de los muertos (ritualistic, gang initiation) —> stripper (i'm not 100% sure about this, but i think it represents the loss of innocence) "i'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys" shaun w/ the toy (?) gun and the cowboy hat —> emulating his ‘god’ (like a child) his definition of what it meant to be a cowboy —> rough, tough, masculine thief shaun bit the apple, he loses his innocence too "its not always going to be this way" "i’ll always be here for you" (god doesn't judge) comet being shot towards earth —> the pivotal point (?) then the bachelor party (radio frequencies start up again) thematic continuations; the importance of money (money —> satisfaction/redemption?) the importance / potency of female sexuality her appreciation / obsession with the male gaze sex / money —> our culture, our religion los angeles —> purgatory (then reality is purgatory?) tossing the pearls —> discarding her feminine ~wiles (although lana would never actually do this, of course) baptizing/purifying herself for ~redemption redemption —> leaving this planet (lana thinks of earth as the true hell?) glitches during bel air — visual confirmation of differing wavelengths (‘contact’) the otherworld = final destination. the destination all along? somewhat similar to dying, like in all the other videos. born to die? am i reaching various roles throughout; stages of development: eve (~mystical, innocent) housewife hoodrat stripper accomplice alien (~mystical, enlightened) full circle, kind of; movement from the garden of eden (paradise) to the garden of evil (earth) to the other world (paradise lost) _____________________________________________ a small part of me also thinks that lana just used tropico as a vehicle to portray herself simultaneously as both an ~artist and a ~sex symbol, in full force. like the whole point of it all was just for her to dance around with tassels on her tits, knowing fully well that men around the world would be cumming on their computer screens before the 27 minute mark. and the purpose of the poetry was just to confuse audiences and lend the film some bits of credibility and generate discussion but thats if i'm being 110% cynical. maybe i'm just irritated by the fact that she didn't write any of the monologues or dialogue herself although this is lana we're talking about. she probably had a million different motivations, 97% of which we'll never be able to figure out completely

and the spirit of john moved upon the face of the waters and john said, let there be light and there was light and john saw that it was good dear john, forgive us our sins dear john, forgive us our sins i wanna tell you where you’re at you’re with me in this campsite and i’m gonna teach you how to be cowboys now if you wanna be tough cowboys i don’t wanna hear you crying i don’t wanna hear you bellyaching you gotta get on that horse and ride, don’t be afraid wear your boots up high, your pants low and your hat in a good way sex is a part of nature i go along with nature now when you get on there don’t be jerking on him just ride nice and soft you can do it, i believe in you ride with the wind don’t complain never say you’re sorry, sorry is a sign of weakness i don’t want you to go back to your momma because i’ll run you back out you’re a good kid all you little cowboys will do a good job make sure you do it pilgrim, cause i’ll be watching life can change on a dime sometimes you just have to gamble don’t forget write to your momma _____________________________________________ I sing the body electric The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul _____________________________________________ womanhood, and all that is a woman and the man that comes from woman the womb, the tits, nipples, breastmilk tears, laughter, weeping love-looks, love-perturbations and risings the voice, articulation language, whispering, shouting aloud food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep walking, swimming, poise on the hips leaping, reclining, embracing, arm curving and tightening the continual change of the flex of the mouth and around the eyes the skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair the curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body the circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out the beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downwards towards the knees the thin red jellies within you or within me the bones and the marrow in the bones the exquisite realization of health oh i say, these are not the parts and poems of the body only but of the soul oh i say now these are the soul ______________________________________________ just remember, i’m always there for you ______________________________________________ I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall, who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York, who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares ______________________________________________ and so, from being created in his likeness to being banished, for wanting to be too much like him we were cast out and the garden of eden transformed into the garden of evil los angeles, the city of angels, the land of gods and monsters the in-between realm, where only the choices made from your free will will decide your soul’s final fate some poets called it the entrance to the underworld but on some summer nights, it could feel like paradise paradise lost _______________________________________________ dear john, forgive us our sins master of the universe, creator of all, forgive us our sins _______________________________________________ You ask me Why I Lover Her? Well, give me time and I'll explain. Have you see a Kansas sunset or an Arizona rain? Have you drifted on a bayou down Louisiana way? Have you watched a cold fog drifting over San Francisco Bay? Have you heard a bobwhite calling in the Carolina pines, Or heard the bellow of a diesel at the Appalachia mines? Does the call of Niagara thrill you when you hear her waters roar? Do you look with awe and wonder at her Massachusetts shore, Where men who braved a hard new world first stepped on Plymounth's rock? And do you think of them when you stroll along a new York City dock? Have you seen a snowflake drifting in the Rockies, way up high? Have you seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Nevada sky? Do you hail to the Columbia as she rushes to the sea, Or bow your head at Gettysburg at our struggle to be free? You ask me Why I Love Her? I've a million reasons why: My Beautiful America, beneath God's wide, wide sky