Lana Del Rey / ULTRAVIOLENCE / Lyric-view

by marcopantella

Released / June 13, 2014

Length / 65:22

Producer / Dan Auerbach, Lana Del Rey, Paul Epworth, Lee Foster, Daniel Heath, Greg Kurstin, Rick Nowels, Blake Stranathan

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CRUEL WORLD

‘Cause you’re young, you’re wild, you’re free,
You’re dancin’ circles around me,
You’re fuckin’ crazy,
Oh, you’re crazy for me.

NAIVELY DANGEROUS / FLOATING LIKE SMOKE / NEVER TAKE CANDIES FROM A STRANGER

ULTRAVIOLENCE 

Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage

I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

Cause I’m your jazz singer
And you’re my cult leader

MASOCHISTIC RITUAL / MURDER AND ORGASM /BITTERSWEET LIKE BLOOD AND HONEY

SHADES OF COOL 

But I can’t help him, can’t make him better
And I can’t do nothing about his strange weather

You are invincible
I can’t break through your world
‘Cause you live in shades of cool
Your heart is unbreakable

RAGING HEART AND GUITAR / MENTAL FIXATIONS / UNREASONABLY SWEET

BROOKLYN BABY

They think I don’t understand
The freedom land of the seventies

I’m talking about my generation
Talking about that newer nation
And if you don’t like it
You can beat it

FORGOTTEN POEM / AWAY FROM MANHATTAN / INVALUABLE RECORDS COLLECTION

WEST COAST

Down on the West Coast they got a sayin’
“If you’re not drinkin’ then you’re not playin’.”
But you’ve got the music, you’ve got the music in you, don’t you?

CALIENTE / EXOTIC / NANCY SINATRA MEETS QUENTIN TARANTINO

SAD GILR

Bein’ a bad bitch on the side,
Might not appeal to fools like you.
We been around while he gets high,
It might not be somethin’ you would do.

THE SMELL OF MONEY AND POWER / HYMN FOR YOUR MAN / DADDY’S GIRL

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

Don’t say you need me when,
You leave and you leave again.
I’m stronger than all my men,
Except for you.

SINGING YOUR HEART TO AN EMPTY CROWD / MESSED UP MASCARA AND DIGNITY / MEMORIES LIKE DOPE

MONEY POWER GLORY

The sun also rises,
On those who fail to call
My life, it comprises,
Of losses and wins and fails and falls

SOMEWHERE IN HOLLYWOOD / COLLAPSING UNIVERSE / SHARP IRONY

FUCKED MY WAY UP TO THE TOP

I’m a dragon, you’re a whore,
Don’t even know what you’re good for.
Mimickin’ me’s a fuckin’ bore,
To me, but babe.

Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls
Tell me something like I’m your favourite girl.

LEGALIZING PROSTITUTION / TORI AMOS’ IRREGULARITY / HOW TO TREAT A WOMAN LIKE MARILYN

OLD MONEY

My father’s love was always strong,
My mother’s glamor lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.

But if you send for me you know I’ll come,
And if you call for me you know I’ll run.
I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you, I’ll run, run, run.
I’ll come to you, I’ll come to you, I’ll come, come, come.

GONE WITH THE WIND / WARM TEARS / PATHOS

THE OTHER WOMAN

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone, alone

Alone

NINA SIMONE / TRANSMUTATION OF ICONIC SOULS / MIRRORING PERFECTION

BLACK BEAUTY

I paint the house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you
I keep my lips red
The same like cherries in the spring
Darling, you can’t let everything
Seem so dark blue

A DAVID LACHAPELLE IMAGE / WRINKLES OF EXPRESSION / MOURNING FLOWERS

GUNS AND ROSES

‘Cause you were so much better,
Than the rest of them,
Out of all the others,
You were the honest man.

VENICE BEACH’S SUNSET / PLAYING VIDEO GAMES / A ROSE IN THE MOUTH AND A GUN TO THE HEAD

FLORIDA KILOS

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos,
Don’t know what they mean,
They’re special, just for you.
White palms, baking powder on the stove,
Cookin’ up a dream,
Turnin’ diamonds into snow.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Colombians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That’s how I do it like

ESCAPISM / RESIGNATION / CLANDESTINO VIBE

THE END  

/ An album to put next to your Amy Winehouse’s collection / metaphysically violent yet fine like an Italian Neorealist film / To listen to as you dress up in an exotic Jean Paul Gaultier dress; or blue jeans and white shirt.

M.P

 

lana

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