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I can't remember what happened with Ride viewings, how does it all happen? You pre buy tickets or just turn up?

 

It was announced just a few days prior and billed as a free viewing, playing every 30 minutes. No tickets.

 

I suspect this will be a bit of a bigger deal, though.

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omg I just woke up and saw Lana tweets, I died for a second :deadbanana:  seriously my heart stopped and then it was almost exploding  :hdu:  I'm so excited, I love that pic omg makes me think about something like "the adam and eve horror picture show" :defeated:  :defeated:  aaaaaa I wanna see it now now now. And 30 minutes? Going to have a party for that  :popcorn:  :party:  Lana makes me so happy  :cuteface:


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Am I really one of the few who love her monologues? I don't even find them that cheesy, the intro of Ride is a very strong piece of writing.

i like the way she speaks and the string arrangement in ride was nice too but this is soo cheesy and cringeworthy:

 

"I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN.

I believe in the country America used to be. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.*

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?

Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?

I Have.

I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free."


Caesar said he’d fall in love with me if I was older. I own all of Mexico and I got my own roller-coaster.

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i like the way she speaks and the string arrangement in ride was nice too but this is soo cheesy and cringeworthy:

 

"I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN.

I believe in the country America used to be. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.*

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?

Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?

I Have.

I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free."

 

I LOVE IT. Except for the "Llve fast die young be wild have fun" and "I am fucking crazy. but i am free"


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i like the way she speaks and the string arrangement in ride was nice too but this is soo cheesy and cringeworthy:

 

 

 

I think it's more a matter of taste, I mean sometimes people idolize the shit out of writers I find terrible and so on  :teehee: I can see how it can come off as cringe-y at parts and there's some bits I dislike ('I believe in the country America used to be' 'make our lives a work of art' which i know she loves but it's so ugh) but a lot of it is beautifully written and creates an imagery I wish I could express in my writing too: 

 

 saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken

 

 Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean.

 

with a fire for every experience and an obssesion for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzlez and dizzied me

 

I don't know, these really get to me. 



 


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12 minutes of music and 18 minutes of blabbing. someone should really stop her working with Mandler again. the more videos they do together the more pretentious it gets. she should do a video with Woodkid again.

 

Because Woodkid's videos aren't pretentious? Everything he did recently is in b&w and fucking slow motion! :deadbanana: Wait the release before starting to whine (not only directed to you), please. :emma:

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