kristinaj

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Do you think she lies to him about stuff the way she lies to us about dates and names and shit? 
“Dinner will be ready at 6”
then it’s 8pm
then it’s 10pm
then it’s renamed “midnight snack” and it’s at 12am
 

The way everyone says she's killed all hype but the second she hiccups everyone's going to lose their minds 

A-men. I didn't mind FJM on LTLI, but the production almost ruined the song for me. Margaret was unstructured by JA's tender vocals and then LDR's "let's waltz this out." 
 
I didn't care for the interludes or the background vocalists opening The Grants. I'm hoping for a completely different tone for TRPWS. And Nikki, yes, please, no Nikki. 

I see you 

Thank you for this clarity. The “it’s his autism” excuse is circulating in right-leaning spaces, and it’s ridiculous for the aforementioned reasons. He clearly did the salute, turned around, and DID IT AGAIN. He’s not going to stand up on the stage and say “Hi, I am a Nazi”…and even then, some people would still be in denial. He’s openly supported the AfD (alt right group in Germany, please look them up), his grandparents were members of the Nazi party in Canada and moved to South Africa because they were “very fanatical, in favor of apartheid.” The info about Musk’s maternal grandparents and the quote came from Musk’s dad via a podcast interview. We cannot blame individuals for the ills of their family, but it’s important context when talking about his actions yesterday. 
 

trump obsessed with a song about gay culture involving cruising and hooking up by a band of gay men but also hates LGBTQ+ people. 

The best part of the inauguration was Melanie's “try to kiss me, but you won't succeed” hat.
 

Trump is doing isolationism (pulling us out of the Paris climate accord, the World Health Organization - I suspect NATO in the future?) while simultaneously threatening to annex Canada, Greenland, and the Panama Canal. It’s giving imperialism 

if lana kept the dogs people would say she is neglecting them by keeping two high-maintenance dogs as a travelling singer but when she gives them a new home people say she's abandoning them.. the girl cant win!
 
i will say that whilst the story of the abuse is dreadful, commenting on her managements instagram really isnt going to do much. lanas team have a pulse on what is said about her on twitter and this site, so they are aware

Bellevue is a psychiatric hospital for the mentally unwell and lana went there in 2003… coincidentally courtney love also went there in 2004. I think courtney said in an ig post in 2021 that they met each other for the first time in the hospital. 
she also has a song called bellevue recorded in 2009 which also talks abt her time there. 
not long ago, i saw an Instagram video that talks about how lana’s 2024 stage design might’ve been inspired from the gates of Bellevue hospital. Focus on the circular fences on two images below:

 
(circular fences below the hospital’s name)
i forgot the ig account… if you know them, give credit yeah? The account mostly talks about “debunking taylor swift copying lana”

There’s a real concern over social media algorithms pushing certain narratives, creating echo chambers, etc. 
 
Ironically, the reason TikTok can be banned is because as a non-American company, it’s not protected by free speech. That’s why you cannot ban X, Meta, etc. which are American-based. 
 
And while the idea that a foreign adversary (China) is controlling the sort of content that is presented to viewers in America is deeply concerning—it’s not like the US social media companies don’t do the same. 
 
With Elon’s ongoing manipulation of X, which has a large presence in Australia, UK, Canada, etc—it can easily be argued that an American company is also influencing their elections (of course, they don’t label the US as an adversary, and doing so would be a major escalation). 
 
So TL;DR, I don’t think the ban is in bad faith, nor do I think it’s unreasonable, but it sets up a future where each country may want to have their own domestic social platforms in order to curtail foreign influence, and that’s unreasonable and teeters dangerously close to creating oligarch controlled propaganda machines at a wider scale. 

His warning that an oligarchy of extreme wealth, power and influence threatens American democracy is 100% correct.

I love when people/celebs knowingly do awful things/crimes and in their statements say something like: now I have to go tell my family and children about these terrible things that I chose to do, poor me 🥺🥺🥺🥺
 
maybe don't SA children then ???? idk. boo fucking hoo 

There isn't a single person in Hollywood who is 100% sweet and innocent
This is very difficult for the populace to accept because they don't like to think that their fave would ever do anything unscrupulous
As a general rule of thumb, the more money you have, the more people you have stepped over
Billionaires are especially unscrupulous; the very notion of being a billionaire when other people don't have enough to eat is fucked up

This thread is amazing! It will be my new mainstay. I'm not versed on mysticism or anything like that but I will try my hardest to keep up with you guys if any of you care to share more of your wonderful insights.
 
It's wild to me that these discussions are harder to seek out. I feel like every day when I listen to her music, there's something she says that puts me on pause and I'm just like, why is no one talking about this or piecing this shit together??? So this thread is a god send for me. 

I know some might find that interpretation of Born to Die to be a bit out there, but look at this very revealing quote from Lana:
 
 
There's a new revolution
A loud evolution
That I saw
 
Back in 2012, she was still trying to play dumb at being some Marilyn Monroe type. They ask her about metaphysics, and she starts dancing around the subject like it's on fire:
 
 
At the end of the Tropico film, you see them ascending to heaven and flying saucers appear. From what I can gather from the crumbs she's dropped, she wanted the world to attain a higher level of consciousness so they could finally go into space and make alien contact (itself a very New Age idea). "I'm more into SpaceX and Tesla, what's going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities."
 
On Born to Die's meaning, the only lie is one of omission:
 
 
I was so confused as a little child
 
Born of confusion 
And quiet collusion of which
Mostly I've known
 
On how she uses men from her past as archetypal figures in her work (2012):
 
 
On how particular she is about choosing everything in her videos to fit into her archetypal world (2014):
 
 
Cigarettes and Robitussin
Will I ever get to heaven?
 
I’m gentle.
I’m funny when I’m drunk,
But I haven’t been drunk for 14 years.
 
Lana points back to 2006 as being the pivotal year.
 
Hello it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say
"Hi dad"
 
Rob still knows her as Lizzy; does she call him from "beyond the grave" because Lizzy died on the day she saw palm trees in black and white?
 
On how nobody understands her music and she'd like to keep it that way:
 
 

 
Get out of my blood, salamander!...
And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,
And there I am.
 
Before touching on Kundalini in a poem, Lana uses blatant alchemical symbolism with the salamander (called, like Jim, a fire-eater). The salamander being another fire emblem (not the Video Games); the Sulphur as all-consuming fire that is the source of true poetic insight. She would rather keep her inner life private, but the fire in her veins compels her. (Since this part of the board is indexed on Google, maybe I'm even giving away too much? Or maybe this is all just mad ravings.)
 
On fighting her Shadow and monsters:
 
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less
And I never cared more
 
In her "Money Power Glory" commentary, she mentions that it was inspired by Carl Jung and the concept of projection--but it also serves as an exorcism of her degenerate beauty queen persona (and let's face it, it was a persona).
 
Monsters still under my bed
That I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
 
What gatekeeper? To what gate? The only one I can remember is from, again, "Bel Air"--
 
Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate
 
 

regardless... i doubt that she would have anything negative or discriminatory to say about that, assuming that just seems odd to me, especially when we don't know with certainty that the song's even about ethel cain in the first place
 
this is the same woman who made a post celebrating the life of goddess bunny, a transgender drag queen, when she passed away, i don't think it makes any sense or is even appropriate to assume she's transphobic and would go as far as saying something like that in a song, especially when she knows that all of her stuff leaks

The only thing I somewhat believe is the album title and the release date. Everything else I don’t believe for a second,..it’s not even on a Friday! My guess is that the single will drop around May, with the album possibly coming out in September, unfortunately.
 
Lana can change anything she likes, but she doesn’t have the decency to update her fans. Announcing something is coming out or even on a certain date, letting that date pass, and saying absolutely nothing numerous times is pretty disrespectful towards her fan base. All she has to do is say, 'It's delayed' or 'Change of plans.' It’s not particularly hard. She’s the only artist I know who does this. It’s not the end of the world or that deep, just annoying…but I’d never fuck with my fans that way if I was an artist as big as her. 

Seeing these bible-thumping, siblings for parents, mentally-stunted creatures on TikTok claiming what’s happening to California is karma and “God’s wrath” makes me want to go into these people’s trailer parks and shake the religious psychosis out of them. Did these freaks forget about literal flooding that JUST happened in North Carolina and Appalachia? Weather does not discriminate.

the irony of hollywood burning while america is going into its darkest time has to mean something. it's crazy to think about really. i hope everyone got out okay, even if their homes burned down or they lost things. you can rebuild and rebuy, you can't do that with your life or your pets 

"I can be smart when it's important. But most men don't like it."
(Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes)
 

 
 
You have to take me out of this strange trailer park life
 
In the first known performance of "Yayo" in 2006 (? Lanapedia is unreliable on this point), Lizzy stands shrouded in darkness, wearing black. The lyrics are different. Instead of "hello Heaven," we have only (if I hear right) "I think the stars are right about there, but it's gettin' there." She immediately segues into "Pawn Shop Blues". 
 

 
In 2017, “Pawn Shop Blues” became the second song from AKA to be resurrected by Lana Del Rey:
 
 
The video is highly symbolic. Lana appears as a bride, recalling the “Ultraviolence” video. Butterflies are traditionally a symbol of Psyche, the soul; her story is told in Apuleius’ Metamorphoses, AKA The Golden Ass, a Platonic allegory wherein the protagonist undergoes “a long journey, literal and metaphorical… He finally finds salvation through the intervention of the goddess Isis”. Lana stands as a pregnant Goddess, Lizzy locked like Snow White in the coffin of the depths from which she must be raised. This is a slight inversion of the usual interpretation: Lana as Self as Goddess cannot be trapped, as she is eternal; she is beckoning her from a higher plane to free her limited self, as seen in Tropico. Cigarettes are the consuming fire in this hermetic vessel that cleanses a tar-black soul.
 
 
Now that we’ve established a rough chronology, it may be possible to read “Get Free” as “her story” depicting the important moments in her recent life:
 
No Kung Fu/The Ocean/Kill Kill/AKA
 
Finally
I'm crossing the threshold
From the ordinary world
To the reveal of my heart
Undoubtedly
That will for certain
Take the dead out of the sea
& the darkness from the arts
 
Born to Die

This is my commitment
My modern manifesto
I'm doing it for all of us
Who never got the chance
For Amy and for Whitney
& all my birds of paradise
Who never got to fly at night
'Cause they were caught up in the dance
 
Paradise

Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone's game or live my own life
& now I do
I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black!)
Into the blue (into the blue!)
 
Ultraviolence/Honeymoon

Finally
Gone is the burden
Of the Crowley way of being
That comes from energies combined
Like my part was I
Was not discerning
And you, as we found out
Were not in your right mind
 
Lust for Life
 
There's no more chasing rainbows
& hoping for an end to them
Their arches are illusions
Solid at first glance
But then you try to touch them
There's nothing to hold onto
The colors used to lure you in
& put you in a trance
 
With Lust for Life, she was, as said at the time, jolted back to reality by the Trump presidency. The songs get political, and when she sings of Lady Liberty, there is no hint of acknowledgement of her past usage. This marks the end of what could be considered her “classic” era. Now comes a desire to take off Crowley’s uniform of imagery, strip herself down and rebuild herself anew as one engaged with the world instead of sinking in the quicksand of her thoughts.
 
I go on trips with my friends to the beach who don’t know that I’m crazy.
I can do that.
I can do anything,
Even leave you…
The more I step into my poetry,
The less I will fall into being with you.
 
For the first time since boarding school (according to her), she had real friends; who cares if they’ll never truly know who you are?
 
You, in your madness
The satellite that's constellating my world
Mimicking the inner chaos that i've disowned
A mirror to my past life retribution
A reflection of my sadness...
My feet aren't on the ground
 
Repeatedly in Violet she contemplates grounding herself in the exoteric and turning away from the inner life, particularly in “Never to Heaven,” a sort of modern Ecclesiastes.
 
Norman Fucking Rockwell was a critical triumph, and it was precisely because she stripped herself of overt symbolism, instead relegating it to the lyrical margins and enigmatic images like “God in a burnt coffee pot” that she refused to explain when asked. But the message remains open on the cover and in "Mariners Apartment Complex," the medicine now sugared to go down easier:
 

 
I'm the bolt, the lightning, the thunder
Kind of girl who's gonna make you wonder
Who you are and who you've been...
Maybe I could save you from your sins
So, kiss the sky and whisper to Jesus
My, my, my, you found this, you need this
Take a deep breath, baby, let me in
You lose your way, just take my hand
You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again
Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am
I'm your man
 
Overwhelmingly, the critics finally understood what she was saying when discussing the mundane life, and heralded it as a new triumph in her songwriting when, in many important ways, it was a step back to May Jailer. By doing so, she lost contact with something vital, as she later confessed; suddenly the words did not flow and she turned to poetry as a form of loosening the binds of the unconscious.
 
I'm generally quite quiet
Quite a meditator, actually
I'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's realization center, I'm sure
 
 
Violet presents some insights into her inner life at this time; the old symbols had been cast away, and new symbols were being modeled. Her verses are on one page allegorical and on another literal, and one is always unsure where the lines are drawn. But when she talks directly to the city of Los Angeles or Kundalini itself, we know that those lines are often crossed. Witness where she flips the tables and refers to literal beings in allegorical terms, the without always being a reflection of the within, the archetypal role in which she is always trapped:
 
What will it take for me not to need you
so I can just have you for fun
and for who you really are
 
Not you as the savior
not me as Ophelia
not us putting our faith in the public's dark art
 
The savior needs no explanation. Ophelia—an image from Paradise, the Self submerged beneath the waters of the unconscious. The public, the dark alchemical art of criticism that tears them apart and puts them together again. ("I get a lot.")
 

 
(Source: Shirley Alvarez)
 
I acknowledged who you really were for the first time.
 
I didn’t call you by any other name, (Axl Rose? Jesus? Jim?)
I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart.
That it was evil,
and that it convinced me that darkness was real,
That the devil is a real devil,
and that monsters don’t always know that they’re monsters.
 
But projection is an amazing thing.
After you left and burnt the house down,
You tried to convince me it was I who was holding the matches.
 
You told me I didn’t know who I was,
But I do.
 
So when we turn to these lines, is this a real person? Or is this addressed to her own Shadow Self as Dark Animus, that she rejects and yet continually falls into bed with? Is this not her husband from hell?
 
 
 
In a 2007 live rendition of “Pin-Up Galore,” she declares herself both a monster and a being not of this world. The performance is, in a word, strange; she is melancholic, but seems to possess a greater confidence.
 

 
 
The symbolism in "My Bedroom is a Sacred Place Now - There Are Children at the Foot of My Bed" would seem to actually follow that of the Tarot, where the Devil becomes the Tower, the House of Ego destroyed in that all-consuming fire. Elsewhere, she writes in one of her most overtly esoteric pieces, directly addressing the Kundalini serpent—
 
I think about the curse bestowed upon Eve
That fateful eve she took that bite of fruit from that fruitful tree.
And this summer night, you in front of me,
Makes me contemplate the origins of good and evil.
 
This recalls not the Biblical fall, but the awakening that came in the moment that Eve, obeying the serpent, plucked the fruit and attained Gnosis to both the nature of absolute darkness and absolute light (that Sparkle not of this world) in the Abyss. She contemplates if she is, in fact, cursed, having taken the Jump that changed the entire trajectory of her life. A familiar image from Paradise.
 
To shut the door on the past and step
blindly
into the abyss
no destination intact
 

 
 

 
 

 
You're only as happy as your least happy child
 
They don’t understand.
I’m a dreamer.
And I had big dreams for the country.
Not for what it could do, but how it could feel.
How it could think,
How it could dream.
 
I know.
Who am I to dream for you?
It’s just that in my own mind,
I was born with a little bit of paradise.
I was lucky in that way.
Not like my husband,
Who was born and raised in hell.
 
That bit of paradise was not necessarily Lizzy, but Lana Ray who was born on the day she died. Her husband is not strictly the devil of the outer church but akin to the Baphomet of Eliphas Levi.
 
Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves
If they really want to transmit some heaven
 
 
Let me put on a show for you, tiger
 
Her work on Born to Die: The Paradise Edition is characterized by what one would almost call subliminal messages, encouraging the listener to follow her on the Path of Sylvia Plath, all the way from “Take a walk on the wild side” spoken by the Goddess through to “Come to me, baby,” the very last line of Paradise. In early interviews, she is evasive and constantly contradicts herself, as if she is hiding some big secret by claiming to have none--the source of the later backlash. She has the audacity to shave years off of her age and claim "Axl Rose Husband" was written at age 16, a bit of meaningless juvenilia, while striking every mention of that dead phantom known as Lizzy Grant; a creature produced by nature and not by Art. Damnatio memoriae. Is it vanity (years later, she did say, with perhaps some latent guilt, that she always forgets her birth year—but a woman can lie about that), or the realization that such earlier works gave away too much? She needn’t have worried, in the latter case.
 
She shrugs, putting on a ditzy Marilyn Monroe affectation, and says the songs on Born to Die are about nothing much at all, yet strangely gets upset when people treat them as meaningless. By November, the mask starts to slip, but not quite. By the time of Ultraviolence, after a year spent in cruel exile, she contradicts herself again: She doesn’t write pop songs, and never has. Those were psychological. In truth, Born to Die is a perfect and enduring pop record, camouflaged in its intent and designed to embed itself as a seed in the over-culture.
 
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
 
It’s apparent that she later came to view this as youthful folly, a naïveté for how little the world would understand her. Perhaps she originally planned to traffic in visions of money, power and glory as some great work of performance art that would be unveiled in Tropico, but that, too, went awry. That latent bitterness and resentment remained, and was behind her frustration that Twigs’ work was considered Art while Tropico was mocked as the work of a whore and not a poet.
 
But... lately I’ve been thinking that I wish
Someone had told me when I was younger
More about the inhabitants that thrive off of paradise.
 
That should they take too much,
There would be nothing left to give.
 
There's something in the water
I can taste it turning sour 
It's bitter
I'm coughing
But now it's in my blood
 
Lately I've been thinking 
It's just someone else's job to care 
Who am I to sympathize
When no one gave a damn
I've been thinking
It's just someone else's job to care
Who am I to want to try...
 
But my heart is very fragile,
and I have nothing left to give.
 
This rejection is what she wishes she had foreseen when younger. She grows tired of attempting to “transmit some heaven” to those who only parasitically consume. In 2019 live performances, her mind seems elsewhere, perhaps even bored. If only she had read the warning of Robert Graves that the Goddess “is hated by saints and sober men.”
 
She said, "You can't be a Muse and be happy, too
You can't blacken the pages with Russian poetry
And be happy"
And that scared me
 
 
This reads like a rather patriarchal and antiquated precept. But it also seems to have been Lana’s intent to embody the Goddess entirely; to be a living Muse. And now, this scares her, because her archetype is also a Goddess of Sorrows, and she stands in the way of happiness. The past years have seen her in seeming rebellion to this role as Muse, stripping away more and more layers of artifice, no longer even wearing makeup. There is a last idol to kill. The idyllic life in Arcadia where it's always 1962 under chemtrails comes to a crashing halt. She now flirts with not the Goddess in her youthful purity, but the Wild Woman, strange and free.
 
The power of youth is on my mind
Sunset, small town
I'm out of time
 
My time has run over, so the only time you'll
Ever see me is in your dreams in my black bathing suit
Lookin' at me lookin' over at you
Real cute, 'cause
He said I was bad, let me show you how bad girls do
 
Time weighs heavy. At her age, David Bowie had already released Tonight and would slide into artistic irrelevance for a decade; Kate Bush, shortly after releasing her Tropico-esque The Line, the Cross and the Curve, had already retired. The Goddess retreats to a land of dreams, but the Wild Woman carries on, and tries to have fun in the meantime.

On one hand I support and will eagerly listen to whatever she does and on the other hand the number of obsessive fans who are excited for her to “lose fans” because of the musics inaccessibility  is really strange and off putting.