If you sensed a certain, shall we say, pantsless-ness, among music bloggers this evening, it’s because quiescently-grilled internet avatar Lana Del Rey has released a trailer for her forthcoming not-really-a new-album-but-kind-of, Born to Die: The Paradise Edition. I would’ve posted about it sooner, but I had a lot of cleaning up to do around, you know, *points to bikini region*
The reboot of the original album, available for pre-order on iTunes now, will feature nine new tracks not on the original release, including new single “Ride,” out today, and her recent cover of the classic “Blue Velvet,” which you can watch below, two songs that yet again prove that Del Rey would’ve been the coolest chick your grandmother prayed about while sweating through her sweater in church 60 years ago.
The cover for the new single, seen below, shows that the steadfastly-cheek-boned vocalist is continuing apace with her Lolita-wave schtick, as do lyrics like “My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola, my eyes are wild like cherry pies. I gots a taste for men who’re older, it’s always been so it’s no surprise.”
That’s one taste of what’s to come (if you know what I mean) from the album, samples of which you can hear in the trailer below. Apparently, it’s a mix of snippets from nine different songs blending into one another, although you might not have realized that if someone didn’t tell you.
Some other lyrical highlights:
“I’ve been out on that open road. You can be my futon baby while I’m gone (?) Wild and gold (?) Singing blues has been getting old. You can be my photo, baby I don’t cold(?)” Eh, you get the idea. She wants to sleep on top of you until you get super stinky, then throw you down the stairs with her dad when he comes to help her move out of the apartment.
“Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn’s my mother,” she sings elsewhere, really still going for that whole iconic co-opting thing she started with that JFK video. Who’s next? Oh durr. “Jesus is my bestest friend. We don’t need nobody cause we’ve got each other, or at least I pretend.”
You do. You really do. The worst part is, I kind of believe it.
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