Honeymoon

[InTheSummer 777]

Tbh I don't like the lyrics to some of the UV songs but still love the songs, but I actually like the lyrics here lol bitch better perform it asap

[Shades 1,699]

i don't love these lyrics but i don't care because if just the lyrics to Ride had been posted before the song, i would've thought poorly of them... but the song is absolutely perfect. it's never good to read lyrics like they're a poem. you're getting 1/3 of what's really going on.

how dare you the Ride lyrics are fucking great 

[neon palms sway 1,338]

meeeh. I'm sure her delivery of the lyrics will make up for it. Her vocals can make anything sound incredible

[GodBlessMe 2,141]

I think this might be the same case as with Ultraviolence (song).. She really wanted a title track so she forced the album theme into one song and the lyrics became week and messy.. All in all I definitely think that these lyrics are better than Ultraviolence tho.

[C0neyIslandKing 2,206]

I'm optimistic about this, I quite like the lyrics they sound lovely and I imagine the chorus might not be too bad when sung with music!

 

And perhaps the other songs will have better choruses? I do hope we get some bigger choruses

[Jizzy Grant 150]

"We both know that it's not fashionable to love me" That self-awareness   

[ilovetati 15,299]

I love the "dreaming away your life."

[PinkVelvet 382]

how dare you the Ride lyrics are fucking great 

 

hey, i love ride. it's a masterpiece. what i'm saying is that if we were all just reading ride's lyrics dry for the first time like...

 

"I just ride, just ride,

I just ride, I just ride"

 

you know everyone would be ripping it apart

 

you can't judge a song off lyrics alone.

 

[WhiteHydrangea 4,216]

I don't really see what's the deal with the chorus, the chorus in Is This Happiness is weak as fuck too, the only thing that makes it bearable is the way Lana sings it so let's just wait for the song to leak or to be performed live and see what happens 

 

 

 

 

Could end up being trash anyways   

[Lad 8,801]

This got some Paris vibes so I like it. Perfect song to suck dick to on the first date when everything is love. I use it.

 

"Roses in my thighs" is like the married version of "my pussy tastes like Pepsi cola"

[analwinterofmylife 2,644]

rides lyrics seem super redundant

 

serial killers lyrics are super cringy (wish i may, wish i might find my one true love tongiht...? rly?) and also they dont exactly make sense.. lets be real

 

yayo's lyrics too..

 

like give it a chance before bitching about it tbh lol

[Sitar 22,213]

Hopefully it's more Kill Kill repetitive than Guns and Roses repetitive

[May 13,311]

no one's hating on the song itself, they're hating on the lyrics. it doesn't matter if it has the greatest production in the world, the chorus lyrics are still lazy as hell, and it's not as though it's a new thing either, half of her songs have the most lacklustre chorus lyrics possible. maybe the song will be good, but the lyrics to it are and always will be lazy. 

[Mafiosa 1,089]

I actually love these lyrics. Full of imagery, I can almost hear it. Reminds me of Burning Desire.

 

Anyways, what else is in the lyric book that the Honeymoon lyrics come from? Is it for sale on tour?

[guardian 3,558]

Now we know that "Welcome to my wild world. My Dark City- My Dark People." are not Honeymoon (song) lyrics. 

[PARADIXO 32,943]

[GangstaBoy 3,930]

Well, impossible to judge the song before even hearing it but this is disappointing to say the least. I like a couple of lines and those Blvd references but the chorus is weak af

I'm starting to think Lana might not be the great lyricist we all thought she was... I don't know, maybe she'll surprise us with the rest of the songs or make up the poor lyrics with amazing production and vocals... who knows

[PARADIXO 32,943]

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[yyxy 1,292]

"We both know the history of violence that surrounds you"

 

Ultraviolence....

[countercouper 30]

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.