Lana Pandemonium - My Psychological Problem With Lana

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New Wayamaya:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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fuck all of these are so good

[LoreleiLee 1,303]

fuck all of these are so good

 

Thanks   I wasn't sure about the one in the middle, but the shape of "24" looks like chinese letter, and her music is exotic and enigmatic, so I went for it too.

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Thanks   I wasn't sure about the one in the middle, but the shape of "24" looks like chinese letter, and her music is exotic and enigmatic, so I went for it too.

yeah, my fave is definitely the first one but the middle one is also really cool

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Us Against The World:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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God Knows I Tried:
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edge

By Sylvia Plath

The woman is perfected.   

Her dead

Body wears the smile of accomplishment,   

The illusion of a Greek necessity

Flows in the scrolls of her toga,   

Her bare

Feet seem to be saying:

We have come so far, it is over.

Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,   

One at each little

Pitcher of milk, now empty.   

She has folded

Them back into her body as petals   

Of a rose close when the garden

Stiffens and odors bleed

From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.

The moon has nothing to be sad about,   

Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.

Her blacks crackle and drag.

 

 

LANA DEL REY LYRICS

 

"God Knows I Tried"

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
To red, blue, and yellow skies
It's so crazy I could drink it like tequila sunrise
Put on that Hotel California
Dance around like I'm insane
I feel free when I see no one
And nobody knows my name

God knows I live
God knows I died
God knows I begged
Begged, borrowed and cried
God knows I loved
God knows I lied
God knows I lost
God gave me life
And God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
To red, blue and yellow lights
On Monday they destroyed me
But by Friday I'm revived
Put on that hotel California
Wear my blinders in the rain
I've got nothing much to live for
Ever since I found my fame

God knows I live
God knows I died
God knows I loved
God know I lied
God knows I begged
Begged, borrowed and cried
God knows I lost
God gave me life
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried

So let there be light
Let there be light
Light up my life
Light up my life
Let there be light
Let there be light
Light up my life
Light up my life

God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried
God knows I tried

 

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Both women deeply immersed in the oceans of melancholy, both obsessed with death and extraterrestrial, both the essence of dark, introspective, gothic soul of saturnal blackness, both practising witch-like vivisection of dangerous, most hidden, most disturbing and evocative chambers of inner empires. Both wandering through thorny carbonized woods and blood crimson tunnels of nigredo and putrefacting their aches and private hells, piercing through the other side of the smoky mirror and wrestling with ghosts in ablazing arena, in front of the maddened, sanguinary crowd that crunches peanuts, their widened pupils gormandizing troublesome emotional striptease.

 

Aside from french new wave, this picture reminds me of fallen Bess from "Breaking The Waves", in the scene where she lays on the cold, rocky Scottish ground (Lana has Scottish roots), in her fishnets and red latex hot shorts, after the barbarous horde of peasant colts stoned her for sliding into sinful sideways. And all she did was sacrifising herself for her beloved, in the holy mission bestowed from him and from God, playing the role of innocent, angelic whore. And she was, of course, been fatally misunderstood.

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[MermaidMotelle 278]

Your covers are truly art.

[LoreleiLee 1,303]

Your covers are truly art.

 Thank you so much, babe, you just made my day, week, month

[LoreleiLee 1,303]

Not my favourite song, but the motifs and symbolics are challenging (I hope it doesn't look like heavy metal, because I don't like that genre, it's more of a goth, medieval style)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And now.... trash (experimental and dirty and campy):

 

 

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Just playing with similarly attractive and repulsive neon kitsch bubblegum pop aesthetycs:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New:

 

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Body Electric

 

Simpler (glitch):

 

 

 

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Body Electric - more elaborate and ornate, baroqueish:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Oldies but goldies (repetitio est mater studiorum):

 

 

 

 

 

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