| Lana Del Rey – The Blackest Day Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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"It's what you gathered from my talk, but you were wrong It's not easy for me to talk about A half-life in lost dreams And not simple strength [?] It's hard to express I can't explain" I think the correct lyric is "It's what you gathered from our talk, but you were wrong It's not easy for me to talk about A half-life in lost dreams And not simple, it's trigonometry It's hard to express, I can't explain" Also, I do not think it's about a miscarriage. I think this is, as she has referenced in many of her songs, such as Blue Jeans, that her man left her and she is lonely and sad without him. Her life is spiraling out of control and into a very dark place. A black day is a day without him; the "light of her life". |
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| Lana Del Rey – Last Girl on Earth Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| This song is very interesting because it explores the idea that the societal world we know has come to an end, and she is the last remaining female, therefor she is worshipped by all men and they do everything for her to keep her happy and pampered. She says her heart is broken because she can't belong to only one man, one love to share just between her and another; she has to keep herself open to whoever happens to be catering to her every need at any given time. She's lonely because there is no real passion or soul connection, only superficial gifts and involvements with the droves of men populating the world. She says "No one lives forever, but that's no reason to give up," meaning she knows that despite the dystopian sort of way the world has turned out, she will not live forever, and she wants to fall in love before she dies. She pretends she's happy with all her trinkets, jewelry, her own roller coaster, dates with famous men, but she wants love and that is something that is very hard to attain when so many men are at her beckon call day after day almost like she's being passed around. She even says her feet don't even touch the ground, which could imply that she is carried/chauffeured everywhere she goes, or stays in bed most of the time (with a man, or alone), which keeps her from truly living life on her own terms. She says she "gets so tired being on display somehow", which in itself means that she is exhausted with being viewed as an object rather than a real person who desires more than expensive gifts and sex. She wants to fall in love, and continually searches for that man who might come save her someday, and until another girl is found in this great wide world, that could take a long time. | |
| Lana Del Rey – Trash Magic (Miss America) Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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This is my favorite song by her. When she wrote this, she was living out of a motel right outside of New Jersey. At this point she had separated herself from living at home, where her family is quite wealthy, and she was trying to find herself and inspiration to fuel her writing as well as performing in small venues in New York. The lyrics refer to her being on her own, to do whatever she pleases, do her hair however she wants, decorate her room however she wants with a blue bedspread, silver tinsel hanging, christmas lights strung along the walls, "her heart's delight". Obviously she was involved with a man, he potentially viewed the relationship as just a superficial/sexual relationship, but she loved him. The hook, "Don't you wanna come to my motel, honey?" is almost like a plea for him to come see her, he can do whatever he pleases with her, hold her down, whatever, she just wants him to tell her he loves her. It's definitely a toxic sort of involvement, because of his view of their relationship versus hers. She mentions that they both work at night, so there is an implication that perhaps either she works night shifts at a diner or something, or perhaps something a little more... sexual. Street walker, woman of the night, whatever you want to call it. Lana Del Rey creates stories with her lyrics, she has implied in interviews that she creates sort of a character out of "Lana Del Rey" as a lounge singer with a flat-broke-down life, who's a virtually penniless lounge singer doing anything she can for money. This of course could entirely just be a fictionalized story to create sort of an artistic vision of that classic Femme Fatale character. As far as the relationship with the male, Bill, in this song; it's also implied that she is a mess without him, and all she wants is to be with him and feel good. She's begging him to come back to her, she'll do whatever he wants, as long as she can be with him. Again, it's entirely possible that this is just a fictional story type of thing, with some factual elements thrown in that reference real life experiences she has been through, because as I said she was living out of a motel when this was written, and she has recorded self-shot music videos where her living space is decorated similarly to the way she describes in this song. The thing about Lana Del Rey that some people don't seem to understand is that she has been creating a character, the lounge singer Femme Fatale, for a very long time and some of the lyrics are sort of a continuation of that character; like writing a novel, or a movie, or what have you. There are definitely real life experiences in many of her songs, but some of the songs are purely to create an aura and further her exploration of this character. It's really interesting and beautiful in my opinion, and a different take on how to develop yourself as an artist. |
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| Sia – Big Girls Cry Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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This song is very literal. There aren't many veiled messages, just a lot of pulse-words that are meant to deliver the meaning with little else. Imagine being in a long-term relationship for quite some time, and then it ends, and you are left to your own devices, leading your own life apart from them (especially with the aspect of being a "tough girl" and not crying).. she says she comes home from work or whatever on her own, no one has attempted to contact her all day, she pretends to be busy anyway as if it doesn't matter that no one is trying to see her, order some take-out, watch TV all night (informercials = pay TV...), and then wake up alone only to repeat the process. She says it quite literally that it's agony to be so alone with so many standards to uphold, to look strong and tough, to look unbothered by a major event in her life, and then finally just admitting that despite all the make-up and smiles and pretending to be something, that she is in pain and her heart is breaking. There is a saying, and a song by Fergie, "big girls don't cry"... this is saying exactly the opposite, that it doesn't matter how old you are, if it hurts, you will feel it, and it is okay to cry. She's stuck in a perpetual loop of being expected to remain strong, look pretty, sit up straight, don't cry, and not being able to do it, seemingly resulting in a public breakdown because she has been hurt and by someone she loves/loved and she is lonely. Sia also wrote the song Pretty Hurts by Beyonce, and if you compare the lyrics to this song with that one, it's almost like they could be counterparts to the same story, most likely direct experiences from her life. |
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| MS MR – BTSK Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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this is one of my favorite songs. it has a lot of personal ties to my life with the references placed into the lyrics, and in general the lyrical content has a lot of personal meaning to me. i've always taken it as a love letter to a past relationship that had ups and downs. very high ups, very low downs. you spend so much time giving someone your love, finally convincing yourself that you want to be with them despite whatever might be keeping you apart. you go through the course of a long term relationship, melt with the warmth of them so close to your heart, that had previously maybe been untouched or unaffected by real love. its like when you first met this person, you were a child, and after this person, you are a looking back on the relationship as all these milestones like a video take in your head of how much you grew in your own respect, and also became attached to them. big teeth small kiss is kind of a play the concept that when you love someone, its almost the same as investing in an otherwise unfamiliar creature that your heart will be unharmed - the emotional heart, vulnerability, is a very delicate portion of a person, and to give someone that and have them kiss every inch of it and nurture it is the sweetest form of surrender because instead of ripping you to pieces they simply nurture and love you in return. within the chorus, she says "lavender haze, djarum vanilla, turkish jade", lavender haze is a strain of marijuana, djarum vanilla used to be a variety of clove cigarettes, and turkish jade used to be a menthol cigarette made by camel. to me, she speaks of these things much in the way that i reference them in my mind, because it would seem like they are items that probably littered coffee tables during the course of their relationship, while you're just lazing around with your lover smoking or whatever. you see a particular item after the relationship has ended and automatically get transported back to those simple moments where something as trivial as a pack of cigarettes can bring you to tears because you don't have those moments actually related to those items anymore. "i found you in pieces, you'd been torn apart, a million-one reasons to end before you start." is a line that probably has some direct reference to the writer's experience, but essentially it seems like the person who is being referred to had a very destructive side, maybe careless about their own well being, and felt like remaining in the relationship would only cause more problems for the both of them, thus ending it seemingly before it could 'start' or maybe continue into another phase, perhaps moving in together, or marriage, or what have you, or maybe just simply not feeling capable of 'starting' the rest of their life alone, much less with another person. the writer says "deep down i knew, no matter what in the end, it'd be me and you" and this to me seems like despite whatever the outcome of these events, this person is tied so deeply into their memories and their growth as a feeling, loving human that no matter who else they see romantically afterward or what happens, there is always that lingering memory of your lover pulling out a cigarette in the hazy sunshine of a random afternoon, just existing together and loving eachother - and almost like an inside joke or a wink of an eye, you still love them, and they still have that special place in your heart that you gave them. |
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| London Grammar – Stay Awake Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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this is my first post, but i really like this song right now, and i had an idea for how this could be interpreted. as with any song or work of art, it can mean something different to every single person who encounters it, but this is just how i take it. i feel as though it could come from the perspective of the creative mind at night, whether it be writing songs or painting pictures or what have you. literally, i am the blank page before you, i am the fine idea you crave - this is as if you were sitting down to write, and your mind will not let you leave the page before exploring this emotion you can't move away from. you're just searching for the right words. i live and breathe under the moon, and when you cross the bridge i'll come find you - this is (as with most artists, regardless of their particular outlet) as if all of her long, quiet nights of thought and self analyzation leave an open space for creating, giving the impression that it is a real person you visit in the evening, who is waiting and will find you at the end of your 'bridge' and help you source and communicate your feelings. stay awake with me, you know i can't just let you be - the feeling is there, don't leave the page blank and potentially lose your work in dreams, stay awake and work it out, express it. i don't have a skin like you do, to hold it all in like you do, i don't have a soul like you, the only one i have is the one i stole from you - again, literally. despite the feeling that her artistic outlet is a real 'person' existing alongside her, the only way it can find a voice is to be spoken for. it can't hold in feelings like a person can, it's like an inner voice constantly saying 'something is not right, you're missing something', it's the nagging thought in the back of your head that you should say something, but what...? and the only soul it has, is the one that was contributed by the artist almost unwillingly, because like with most things you create abstractly, your heart and mind sort of become hostage to whatever your muses are... almost as if they're suddenly possessed by a feeling in order for you to make beautiful things. |
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