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I didn't really like the lyrics at first but now I kinda see the 'beauty' in them. Although the chorus is still bothering me. I want Lana to go back to more complicated choruses like in National Anthem etc but I guess we just have to wait and see. And no matter what, I think she is a brilliant lyricist, just look at Old Money and almost all her other songs.

I didn't really like the lyrics at first but now I kinda see the 'beauty' in them. Although the chorus is still bothering me. I want Lana to go back to more complicated choruses like in National Anthem etc but I guess we just have to wait and see. And no matter what, I think she is a brilliant lyricist, just look at Old Money and almost all her other songs.

I was gonna say we only heard 's'
the song could be called swag daddy for all we know

ew i dont want life is beautiful on HM

This is probably shit but I just watched Scarface and it inspired me to make a playlist, I kinda wanted it to be happy in the beginning like in the film when Tony Montana is living the dream but then closer to the end all the glamour slowly fades away and it just goes downhill. I hope that makes sense   I don't have a real name for it yet so I'm just calling it The Man I Love or Yayo (suggestions are welcome)
 
The Man I Love/Yayo
 
1. Florida Kilos
2. Gangsta Boy
3. National Anthem
4. Hundred Dollar Bill
5. Live or Die
6. Yayo (NKF version)
7. Scarface
8. Million Dollar Man
9. Kill Kill
10. Black Beauty
11. Noir
12. Old Money 

I used to think that 'buy me Coca Cola in the middle of the night' in Us Against the World was 'funny Coca Cola in the middle of night'  and I also thought 'those bitches before' in Blue Jeans was 'those be justified'   I don't know what I was thinking ...
 
And thanks to this thread I can't stop laughing when I listen to Heavy Hitter because someone heard it as 'Heavy Hitler', just imagine Lana singing about that

She's no Rilke, but Lana's an exceptional lyricist by contemporary pop standards. She has a distinctive sense of humor, a sharp eye for imagery and a phenomenal ear for wordplay—when she tries:
 

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
 

The way your face is shaped, I wonder if you know
The way you stand up and your silhouette glows
I'm electrified, I'll be up all night now

 

He had a cigarette with his number on it
He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
I knew it was wrong but I palmed it
I saved it, I waited, I called it

 

Fellas, if you wanna get that invite quicker
Pack up the pickup, pick up the liquor
Go on use your charm, come on gonna get her
Ladies, if you really wanna reign them suckers
Line up your lips, plump up your puckers
It's about the only way to get them motherfuckers
 


Who's living life like it's the belvedere
Swinging all night on the crystal chandelier
Bring that Velvet Elvis over here, come on

 

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
 

Dance at night back in Alabama
Christmas lights on my teal green trailer
American flags, blue, blue streamers
 

Ponytail and lollipops, dinerettes and soda pops
New blue bathing suit, ruched tops and Cadillacs
Blue lake car to dunks, hopscotch, shit talk
Alabama hardknocks, motel dress locks

 

Baby, if you loved me
You would call me your bunny
Tell me I'm just a baby, honey
Beat me and tell me
That no one will love me
Better than you do

 

My baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things
He thinks that little girls are butterflies and cuts their wings
Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau
Puts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola
 

Salvatore, you can def' be my baby boo
Be my mafiosi rock 'n' roll high
Back to Malibu in my trailer park for two
We're like Sid and Nancy loving the fight
 

You can be my Tony Montana and I can be your Pfeiffer fire
I can take you higher, I can get you hooked on love and desire
 

Remember that little old cowgirl
Waiting for you back in that Red River Valley
Waiting back in that Tallahassee
 

He's my drugstore cowboy, Italian alloy
Classical American
And I'm America's sweetheart, cute delicious sweet tart
Sippin' on my Diet Coke, singin' in the trailer park
 

I'm a wild child, sky high, lying on your floor
I know I had a lot but, babe, I wants a little more, dum dum
I want a little more, dum dum
In my white mink pink, cigarettes from the store
We're making robberies from Tijuana to the shore, dum dum
'Juana to the shore, dum dum
I belong to a bygone era like the Bugsy Malone
Of the deep Sahara 'cause I'm on the scene
Yeah, I'm on the scene
I’m a bad jazz singer giving you the finger
No matter what you linger 'cause you like me even when I'm mean
I'm the queen
 


Cigarettes and Robitussin
Will I ever get to heaven?
It's not looking good now



 

Black eyes, short dress, let's break it down
You shoot and I pose, Polaroid frown
I'll do what you like
I won't make a sound
 


Look at you smoking in them neon lights
Under the thunder, yo, you like so nice
Made me wonder how you spend them nights
Me, I spend them looking for men I like
Like you, like you, like you

 

I had a man, he was sweet as pie
I met him as I walked right by him
He said, Baby, you so fine that when you walk
Even the stoplights stop to talk about you






 

You're the state's number one and everybody knows it
You smile all the time, 'cause how can you not show it?
When even you know that you're so to die for, to die for
What do I need to get high for?


 

If you wanna get that scholarship
Yale's not a problem, let's solve it
 

I'm the sweetest girl in town
So why are you so mean?
When you gonna ditch that stupid bitch you got
It's me you should be seeing



 

Babe, you can see that I'm danger
Glamorous but I'm deranged, yeah
Teetering off of the stage, yeah

 

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra
But you the king too, so I would say it back atcha
 

It's the voodoo Mississippi south
Sixty-nine million stars
Birds are flying out of my mouth
Spirits creeping in my yard
Hold my head, it's tilting back
Something dancing me around
Putting crystals on my neck
Lifting my feet off the ground, the ground
 

In the name of higher consciousness
I let the best man I knew go
'Cause it's nice to love and be loved
But it's better to know all you can know
I said it's nice to love and be loved
But I'd rather know what God knows




 
I said, he loves my heart-shaped sunglasses
He loves the heart shape my ass is
 

Wake up each night at the same time
Pull up the blind and look outside
And in the orange light, the fog is rising
This is life, this tonight, peace in the quiet
 

We could get high in Miami, ooh
Dance the night away
People never die in Miami, ooh
That's what they all say
 

Baby, put on heart-shaped sunglasses
'Cause we're gonna take a ride
I'm not gonna listen to what the past says
I 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





 
Again none of this is Rilke or Rimbaud, but taken together I think they're quite remarkable for what they are: pop lyrics. I personally don't think any of the lines in "Honeymoon" reach the level of playfulness or cleverness exhibited in the lyrics I've highlighted here, but that doesn't mean Lana's not an unusually creative wordsmith. And that's the rub, isn't it? No matter how good of a writer you are, every single time you sit down at a blank page, you have to start from scratch—and you have to really, really try. And my intuition tells me (and who can blame her) she doesn't try quite as hard as she used to.

Same here, can't wait for honeymoon!! When do you guys think it will be released? In June maybe?

Same here, can't wait for honeymoon!! When do you guys think it will be released? In June maybe?

I didn't really like the lyrics at first but now I kinda see the 'beauty' in them. Although the chorus is still bothering me. I want Lana to go back to more complicated choruses like in National Anthem etc but I guess we just have to wait and see. And no matter what, I think she is a brilliant lyricist, just look at Old Money and almost all her other songs.

i kinda feel like it might be post-Tour, so maybe August-September time? 

I didn't really like the lyrics at first but now I kinda see the 'beauty' in them. Although the chorus is still bothering me. I want Lana to go back to more complicated choruses like in National Anthem etc but I guess we just have to wait and see. And no matter what, I think she is a brilliant lyricist, just look at Old Money and almost all her other songs.

In Lolita I always heard..
''Shining like a god, can't believe I got you inside..''