Yes, she is “fucking crazy” as she calls herself in the monologue preceding the track, but, still, she, and the audience who listen to the lyrics and see themselves in them, are “free.” She perfectly describes the perpetual nomad, the one who is never satisfied, who only finds happiness when she is on the open road, the one who’s got a “war in (her) mind” and, so, just “rides.” Lana knows many people won’t understand this sentiment–she admits that she is a girl with no “moral compass pointing north, no fixed personality–but to those that do, the validation, the acknowledgement that she sees us means everything. The album, however, is perhaps best encapsulated in the track “Ride” that is her most autobiographical. “Carmen” describes a washed-up starlet celebrity walking the streets at night: “you don’t want to get this way: famous and dumb at an early age.” It’s the bad side of Los Angeles, the chasing of the industry through immoral and desperate means, of giving up everything to pursue the dream that ultimately leaves you unhappy. Lana dispels the romanticism and myth of Hollywood, instead, showing it to be dirty and scummy. That you shouldn’t aspire to live the life the day because you simplify it as “fun.” In fact, these types often long for the very mundanity so many take for granted.
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She tells you that even those seemingly care-free girls are not, in fact, free from misery. Lana is known to romanticize, but, rightly, she contrasts it with an opposite and equal tragedy. While she sings about the highs of finally achieving a lover in “Radio” - “baby love me cuz I’m playing on the radio,” she also describes complete teenage heartbreak: “mascara running down her little Bambi eyes Lana, how I hate those guys!” She describes the negativity in equating happiness with male validation in “Without You”: “I’m nothing without you all the dreams and all the lights mean nothing without you.” In “Diet Mountain Dew,” she gives her hook: “you’re no good for me, but baby I want you” and describes her lover as “screwed up and brilliant,” in “Million Dollar Man.”īut the album also gives truth about the harm in this emotional volatility, this lack of stability, how horrible it can feel. Doing things that aren’t necessarily “right,” but enjoying them all the same. The personage who implores you is the kind of femme fatale you want lovers and peers to see you as, the one who inspires either jealousy or attraction. The title track “Born to Die” asks you to “take a walk on the wild side,” “to kiss in the pouring rain.” Só que assim como a mãe mostra que lançou Bad Romance, Lana fez está fazendo em grande estilo lançando Ride como single de Paradise.
The being in a handsome man’s arms at the Chateau Marmont on Sunset Boulevard. Lana Del Rey vai entrar para o hall das cantoras pop safadas da melhor maneira: lançar uma versão deluxe/EP/continuação do álbum Born to Die no melhor estilo The Fame Monster. All the recklessness, the running from cops in bikinis, the getting heartbroken by men but because they loved you in the first place. Also, the eight new songs from the Paradise Edition will be available on their own, and we’ve got the tracklist for that below.The “Winin’ and dinin’, drinkin’ and drivin’, excessive buyin’, overdose and dyin’ on our drugs, and our love, and our dreams, and our rage” she alludes in “National Anthem.” All the self-importance that is not, actually, unfounded. There’s hope for this lady yet! Hear it and watch a teaser for the Paradise Edition, featuring LDR making LDR faces, below. And one key brand-new track is “Ride,” an absolutely gorgeous string-drenched ballad that Rick Rubin produced, one that moves LDR back to the power of “Video Games” and “Blue Jeans” while simultaneously pushing her into a grand Adele crossover-soul-pop zone.
The new edition will be available in a bunch of different versions, including a massive box set, with tons of bonus tracks, many of which have shown up online in recent months. But the album does have its fans, and they’ll be happy to learn that LDR will release a massive “Paradise Edition” of Born To Die this fall. In the first months of the year, the biggest story in music might’ve been Born To Die, Lana Del Rey’s spectacular mess of a debut album, which mangled the mysterious drugged-out grace of her excellent early singles and completed her transformation into self-styled stereotype punchline.
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