Stargirl

"Hello Miss Elizabeth Grant. I am the police chief in this town, and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to do a full search of your vehicle for alleged possession of Yayo on these premises. " "Oh no, I guess I'll have to scrap my album again"

How do you make your life a work of art?

Lana

Why does this sound like the prelude to what we've heard of Life is Beautiful chxngxgnxngxg

lil yachty collab when

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisyworld Daisyworld theory lives on fam

What is this song about Lana's daisy shades/daisy chains with A$AP rocky jfakdljwler what

Queen of alter egos

they all scissored

I am so upset that you would find my personal, legitimate life to be but a joke in your foolish mortal eyes Someone ban ha ! although I think it literally took 5 minutes I didn't even proofread it adskjfasdfjklwerla

I wrote this http://lanaboards.com/index.php?/topic/8954-hi-im-lana-or-how-lana-stole-my-life-and-made-it-a-work-of-art/ I actually wrote this

My name is Lana Del Rey. I'm the actual Lana, or at least, that's how it feels sometimes. Watching Elizabeth Grant perform my life and my legends through celluloid and spotlights brings a new perspective to the world and the name that I once made for myself. Now that I'm no longer, the biographical nature of her career allows me to live synchronously and vicariously, and I am alive again. It all started when I was born. I don't remember being born, although I suppose that no one really does anyway. But while most people don't remember being born because they're babies and they haven't developed a working memory, I can't remember a thing because I was so drunk and high. I was living on the edge from the moment I saw the light of day, and I knew that those cocaine dreams and speed lights were all I'd ever see when I closed my eyes at night. I sang myself lullabies of life on the road and Pabst Blue Ribbon before I could even speak. Don't ask how I could do this-- I was always an unusual girl. When I was 16 years old my momma sent me to boarding school. It was there that I subsisted off of a diet of sparkling vodka and angel food cake sprinkled with cocaine. Instead of going to class, I spent my days at the plastic surgeon fucking with my lips snorting cocaine off of the receptionists desk at a plastic surgery clinic because my dealer was a practicing MD who wanted to live life larger than what even a doctor's salary could provide. After High School, I attended Fordham University and studied Metaphysics. My thesis was titled "Issues of the Daddy: How Boldly Empowered Women Fall into the Arms of Weak Men". Within the body of my paper was just the word "money". The footnotes were twenty pages long of my favorite Jim Morrison lyrics. Then I took on a life on the open road, riding on the backs of the motorcycles of men who haven't seen a shower for years and sleeping under arcade machines. When I wasn't living wild and free, I was marrying Kennedy's and staring vacantly at parlors of people. I once did a gig in Vegas that a buddy of mine found where I would lie on the ground and look like I was dead until someone put a quarter in the jukebox. Then, I'd come alive again, and promptly fall to the ground as soon as the music stopped rolling. In this way, I was cinematic, animatronic, hypnotic, before cinema even took shape in our world, my world, a world that is simultaneously vintage and before its time. After dying about twelve times and only being impregnated with God's child about four, I started going on tours through the Hollywood Hills and sneaking into the homes of the wealthy so I could wear their diamonds and pearls and snort all their cocaine while they weren't home. Occasionally, I'd fuck some husbands, but usually it'd be the elderly don who sat by the fire in everyone's home. Sometimes I wondered why every single Hollywood mansion had the same old man sitting in front of an identical fireplace, but then I thought to myself, "Well, it is Hollyweird, after all." I then snorted more coke. But things got precarious for me. The government started to question my exploits, and how I've simultaneously been every first lady and occasionally the president for so many years of America's history. They theorized that I might be as old as America herself, or in fact, Lady Liberty in a grand disguise. I tried throwing money at the agents when they came to my door, and I even had sex with two of them. It was no use. I had to hide somewhere more grand. I moved into the Hollywood sign. Don't ask me how I did it, or how I fit. I know that I was fatter in those Honeymoon days, but those days are over and I eat raw, organic coke now and I'm also gluten free. My Summer home is within the core of the moon, our glorious planetary body, donned with America's grand old flag. My goal is to one day establish a society on the moon where beautiful young people can flourish and thrive. But until then, I'm going to get back to my reading. I'm currently carving through "A Dictionary of Modern Slang", and I'll be "with it" in no time at all. But be warned. I am always keeping a watchful eye from within my mansion. The last time a little gay tried to leak my music, I gave him a ticket to the moon as accompanied by me. A one-way trip, in fact. Until tomorrow, if it ever comes x (the Real) Lana

Oh honey... it's happening now. You brought this upon yourself

I feel personally attacked, as a person who lives in the Hollywood sign and frequently performs concerts for vintage twenty-somethings on the surface of the moon in my pseudo-vintage lunar moon colony with a built-in ice cream parlor.

All news is, by nature, new. So anyway Lana is snorting coke off of fan edits

I guess drugs are still an iconographic thing for her not that I mind

Did Lana just forget about this era? Where is she? I feel like if the album is delayed she might as well restart some promo, even if it's like... not a lot. Hm.

Not that it matters, but is Allie LGBTQ? She posted on multiple platforms the Sanctuary video, saying "My world gets a lil brighter every June. Here is a song I wrote for us. Happy Pride Month bitches." The way she worded this makes it sound like Pride means something personal. Idk. I'm bisexual and if I found out that my celebrity crush was into girls it'd just make me happy fkjasdlfkjwern

Bernie can still win

Nobody could ever survive listening to this album

Okay but ideas for the filming of Lana's next video and maybe a song title? A bit too much like Mermaid Motel I guess Maybe Anyway

omg... a post about the album... in the album pre-release forum Seriously, though, I'm really excited for God Bless America. I actually would love anything with the sort of Shangri-La sounds of Lust for Life with better lyricism. Her acoustic sounds entice me as well, especially with some of the themes (which I think call for a more serious tone, although that's by no means a requirement), but we know from her past music and her demos that she can create some solid pop music with a unique sound and character.

I've given up on Lana, I'm now perched for Rey Del Lana (Lana Del Rey's inverse evil alter ego) to release her album

Hi I'm Lizzy but you can call me Lana Del Rey because that's my cool kid name. I'm the coolest kid in the 8th grade. I love getting turnt up on red bulls and listening to rap music even though my parents don't let me, I don't give a heck! Catch me at recess fighting over Team Edward vs Team Jacob and winning because I always win [dabs]

Can I just stay in denial pls that is so long album out tomorrow single out in one minute magnus opus out yesterday girls this is the most active era yet