Lana Del Rey

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemableWhat might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly ادامه مطلب

… I’m on the run with you, my sweet loveThere’s nothing wrong contemplating GodUnder the chemtrails over the country clubWearing our jewels in the swimming poolMe and my sister just playing it coolUnder the chemtrails over ادامه مطلب

Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, babyCruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, babyI drive fast, wind in my hair, push it to the limits ’cause I ادامه مطلب

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-daTa-da-da-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I’m too young to love youI don’t know what I needThey think I don’t understandThe freedom land of the seventies I think I’m too cool to know yaYou say I’m like the ادامه مطلب

I look for you in magazinesI look for you in magazinesI look for you in magazinesI’m taking off my wedding ring I gave you everythingI gave you everything Give me the bright lightsGive me the ادامه مطلب

Why? (Got that?)Who, me? (Louder)Why? (Got that?) Feet don’t fail me nowTake me to the finish lineOh, my heart it breaks every step that I takeBut I’m hoping that the gates, they’ll tell me that ادامه مطلب

Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn’s my motherJesus is my bestest friendWe don’t need nobody, ’cause we got each otherOr at least I pretend We get down every Friday nightDancin’ and grindin’ in the pale moonlightGrand ادامه مطلب

She wore blue velvetBluer than velvet was the nightSofter than satin was the lightFrom the stars She wore blue velvetBluer than velvet were her eyesWarmer than May, her tender sighsLove was ours Ours a love ادامه مطلب

Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like, James Dean, for sureYou’re so fresh to death and sick as c-cancerYou were sorta punk rock, I grew up ادامه مطلب

There’s a picture on the wall of me on a John DeereJenny handed me a beer, said, “How the hell did you get there?”OklahomaMm, mmThere were flowers that were dry, sittin’ on the dresserShe asked ادامه مطلب