Released: July 28, 2020
Songwriter: Lana Del Rey
Producer: Lana Del Rey Jack Antonoff
Get out of my blood, salamander!
I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro
And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,
And there I am
I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me
Some stories aren’t meant to be sold
Some words aren’t meant to be told
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten
or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day
Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through with your worn warm after-work hands
I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet!
My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!
My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free
You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach
Untouchable, safe, otherworldy
Unable to be deciphered or metabolized
Something metaphysical,
like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window
A thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal
Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals to play
I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro
And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,
And there I am
I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me
Some stories aren’t meant to be sold
Some words aren’t meant to be told
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten
or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day
Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through with your worn warm after-work hands
I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet!
My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy!
My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free
You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach
Untouchable, safe, otherworldy
Unable to be deciphered or metabolized
Something metaphysical,
like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window
A thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal
Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals to play
more tracks from the album
Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass - Poetry Book
- Happy
- SportCruiser
- Salamander
- Paradise Is Very Fragile
- Tessa DiPietro
- LA Who Am I to Love You?
- Bare Feet on Linoleum
- Past the Bushes Cypress Thriving
- The Land of 1,000 Fires
- Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
- What happened when I left you
- Never to Heaven
- Quiet Waiter Blue Forever
- My Bedroom is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children at the Foot of My Bed
From the album
Lana Del Rey popular songs
- Young and Beautiful
- Summertime Sadness
- Love
- Lust for Life
- Video Games
- Born to Die
- High By The Beach
- Norman fucking Rockwell
- West Coast
- hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it
- Cherry
- Mariners Apartment Complex
- Venice Bitch
- Ultraviolence
- Carmen
- Blue Jeans
- Off to the Races
- National Anthem
- Doin’ Time
- Fuck it I love you
- Summer Bummer
- Love song
- Ride Monologue
- Brooklyn Baby