Fingertips

[Elle]

When I look back, tracing fingertips over plastic bags

Thinking I wish I could extrapolate some small intention

Or maybe just get your attention for a minute or two?

 

Will I die?

Or will I get to that ten-year mark

Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?

And if I do, will you be there with me?

Father? Sister? Brother?

 

Charlie, stop smoking

Caroline, will you be with me? 

Will the baby be all right?

Will I have one of mine?

Can I handle it?

Even if I do, they said that my mind

It's not fit, or so they said, to carry a child

I guess I’ll be fine

 

It wasn’t my idea, the cocktail of things that twist neurons inside

But without them, I’d die

They say there’s irony in the music, It’s a tragedy, I

See nothing Greek in it

Give me a mausoleum in Rhode Island with dad, grandma, grandpa, and Dave

Who hung himself real high

In the national park sky

It’s a shame, and I’m crying right now

I didn’t get to you, save you

If I take my life, find your astral body

Put it into my arms

Give you two seconds to cry

Take you home, I

I’ll give you a blanket

Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side

‘Cause baby I

 

Went through a time when I felt you were doing it

I couldn’t handle it, I was in Monaco

I couldn’t hear what they said on the telephone

I had to sing for the prince in two hours

Sat in the shower

Gave myself two seconds to cry

It’s a shame that we die

 

When I was fifteen, naked

Next-door neighbors did a drive-by

Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beachside

I wanted to go out like you

Swim with the fishes that he caught on Rhode Island beaches

But, sometimes, it's just not your time, Caroline

 

What kind of ~~~ was she to say I’d end up in institutions?

All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by

The lake, twisting lime into the drinks that they made 

Have a babe at sixteen, the town I was wed in and die

 

Aaron ended up dead and not me 

What the fuck’s wrong in your head

To send me away never to come back? 

Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child

I give myself two seconds to cry

Let it crash over me like the waves in the sea

Call me Aphrodite as they bow down to me

 

Sunbather, moon-chaser, queen of empathy

I give myself two seconds to breathe

And go back to being a serene queen

I just needed two seconds to be me

[GeminiLanaFan]

It already sounds like a nice opener ?❤️

[Venice Peach]

I love this already. So she already has a tracklist in mind without having the title?  or maybe she just didn't want to reveal it yet

[Alison by Slowdive]

don't understand a word of it and it's kinda insane, i love it  

[American Whore]

DNC coming soon ladies and gays 

[drugmunny]

idk what the hell it means but im living. I cannot seem to even put these lyrics to a melody in my head but I know she will serve a beautiful one

 

interesting how she seems to be writing really differently from even Norman? I enjoy her being super creative and obscure with the poetry tbh, I'm just hoping the production is a little more clean and solid than on BB to balance out some of that complexity in the lyricism.

[DontMakeMeSayItAgain]

Probably a complete reach but my first thought was of her in her teens running her fingers over bags of drugs? Don’t drag me, I’m no lyrical mastermind, it’s just where my mind first went 

[clementines]

shitting myself

[bluechemtrails]

41 minutes ago, JFKs Fine China said:

Probably a complete reach but my first thought was of her in her teens running her fingers over bags of drugs? Don’t drag me, I’m no lyrical mastermind, it’s just where my mind first went 

Actually this is the only thing that makes sense in Lana's context.

[SalvaWHORE]

Spoiler

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag???

 

[annedauphine]

As a non-native English speaker I had an aneurysm reading this the first time I'm living

[Shades]

1 hour ago, JFKs Fine China said:

Probably a complete reach but my first thought was of her in her teens running her fingers over bags of drugs? Don’t drag me, I’m no lyrical mastermind, it’s just where my mind first went 

 

1 hour ago, drugmunny said:

idk what the hell it means but im living. I cannot seem to even put these lyrics to a melody in my head but I know she will serve a beautiful one

 

interesting how she seems to be writing really differently from even Norman? I enjoy her being super creative and obscure with the poetry tbh, I'm just hoping the production is a little more clean and solid than on BB to balance out some of that complexity in the lyricism.

 

3 hours ago, Alison by Slowdive said:

don't understand a word of it and it's kinda insane, i love it  

 

The way I interpreted it was Lana being lost in thought while doing something mundane, like having come home from grocery shopping, absentmindedly running her fingers over the plastic grocery bags while she thinks about someone from her past. It seems like she's rerunning moments/experiences between them and is desperately trying to find some hidden meaning behind why they did the things they did. It sounds like she was neglected/ignored by this person and was vying for their attention, and is desperately trying to deduce whether their actions were silent messages to her.

 

dunno if it's right or not, but that's my take. what do y'all think

[Alison by Slowdive]

okay it's either giving valley of the dolls and is this happiness where the bags are her lover's lil coke baggies  or it's a scene of chemtrails-like normality w literal grocery store shopping bags  

[house of balloons]

the plastic bag lyric out of context like that is so bad and i hate it with every bone in my body. i can't even begin to think about how she's gonna make it work in context, but if i could, it's gonna have to give a bare feet on linoleum's normality meets sylvia plath's 'bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic, is my life so intriguing?' sort of thing, otherwise she can keep it 

[honey dew]

1 hour ago, House of Balloons said:

the plastic bag lyric out of context like that is so bad and i hate it with every bone in my body. i can't even begin to think about how she's gonna make it work in context, but if i could, it's gonna have to give a bare feet on linoleum's normality meets sylvia plath's 'bright hair, shoe-black, old plastic, is my life so intriguing?' sort of thing, otherwise she can keep it 

if she's doing more automatic songwriting on this album i think we should all prepare for many more random lyrics like this personally I cant wait and i hope she channels some gay slurs

[BartenderDeco]

can someone analyse those lyrics cause i have no idea what they mean

[revadece]

not any mentions of picasso? i guess we won

[BartenderDeco]

8 minutes ago, revadece said:

not any mentions of picasso? i guess we won

When I look back

Tracing fingertips over plastic bags

I think I wish I could extrapolate some small intention

Or maybe get your attention

For a minute or two

Just like picasso when he painted the mona lisa

He gave her all the attention she wanted

You will see me happy when I am sad

Because nobody asked picasso not to be sad

[Rorman Nockwell]

47 minutes ago, BartenderDeco said:

can someone analyse those lyrics cause i have no idea what they mean

Aight.

First we must ask ourselves what could be in the plastic bags to find the context. We must consider that the plastic bags must be of a size that one could feasibly run one's fingertips (plural) over. Therefore they are likely to be large plastic bags, which eliminates most drug bags (which are small so they can be easily carried on one's person) with the exception of cocaine bricks. 

Furthermore, the bags would be easier to run one's fingertips over if they were horizontal, which eliminates grocery bags which tend to take on a vertical trajectory owing to the groceries inside. 

In conclusion, there is a large amount of cocaine OR bodies (OR both) in the bags. 

And she wishes she could "extrapolate" some small intention

Or get [their] attention

And because she's talking about a PERSON we can eliminate the cocaine bricks and conclude that these are body bags 

And she can't get their attention because they dead

You're welcome

[lili]

2 hours ago, Rorman Nockwell said:

Aight.

First we must ask ourselves what could be in the plastic bags to find the context. We must consider that the plastic bags must be of a size that one could feasibly run one's fingertips (plural) over. Therefore they are likely to be large plastic bags, which eliminates most drug bags (which are small so they can be easily carried on one's person) with the exception of cocaine bricks. 

Furthermore, the bags would be easier to run one's fingertips over if they were horizontal, which eliminates grocery bags which tend to take on a vertical trajectory owing to the groceries inside. 

In conclusion, there is a large amount of cocaine OR bodies (OR both) in the bags. 

And she wishes she could "extrapolate" some small intention

Or get [their] attention

And because she's talking about a PERSON we can eliminate the cocaine bricks and conclude that these are body bags 

And she can't get their attention because they dead

You're welcome

It could very well be referring to body bags in the sense that she is reminiscing over the "remains" of the relationships that are over. Trying to invoke the "chemistry (that) never dies" by running her fingers on the souvenirs and memories of them.