An album, that I’ve dragged around for some weeks in San Francisco now is Born to Die by Lana Del Rey. First I was introduced to her by Ieva, but I didn’t really look beyond the song I liked (I better should have back then).
That I like female vocalists may not come as a surprise to any of you, but this one is a little different. The lyrics tell many stories and the mixture of this silk like sweet voice collides with the bloody truth of the words, leaving the audience with a cracked world, that quivers in its spin.
What musically sounds like easy listening, soft rhythms and samples is a masterpiece, which still is soothing after twentieth time.
Some of my favourite passages from this album:
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die
Born to Die
My old man is a tough man
But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
Off to the Races
But he headed out on Sunday, said he’d come home Monday
I stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’ and pacin’ but he was
“Caught up in the game” that was the last I heard
Staying up till morning
Only 17, but she walks the streets so mean
It’s alarming truly
How disarming you can be