Why is it that when you find a really lovely sounding artist with a great hook, nice harmonies and tune, you then find out that their lyrics are mind-numbingly stupid? Might I add, that isn't a word I use without being able to justify it one hundred percent. One would think that if an artist has time and energy, not to mention dedication, to create a full album, they would be at least able to write a somewhat decent string of words to attach to the melody. (Rebecca Black is exempt from all of this.) I can't even begin to describe how unnerving it is to start to hum along with the tune and then realise what I'm accompanying is actually saying, "Swimming pool, glimmering darling, wipe bikini off with my red nail polish, watch me in the swimming pool, bright blue ripples, you, sittin' sippin' on your black crystal, oh yeah." (Off to the Races)
Lana Del Rey might have a nice voice and and interesting take on pop, but no one can sing that without sounding beyond ridiculous. She seems like she's making an attempt at sounding like a high-class gangster girlfriend, but she is quite unsuccessful. In fact, she sounds more like one of those desperate women who is constantly tipsy and always seducing men in her state of intoxication..and then tripping and falling on her 6 inch stiletto heels. With all of this going through my head when I hear her, how am I meant to find the beauty in her music? It's distracting having such an image overshadowing the sounds, and the image is solidified every time she adds another "darling" into the verse! Lana, you are neither a grandmother nor from the midwest, so please refrain.
You are not a gangster. Please, stop trying so
hard to sound like one.
Sadly, it isn't just exemplified in 'Off to the Races', it's in all of her songs. Who in their right mind would say, "you're so fresh to death and sick as cancer"? She seems to find it appropriate in 'Blue Jeans'. 'Diet Mountain Dew' brings back the false gangster chick element when she asks her lover to, "Hit me and tell me you're mine, I don't know why but I like it. Scary, my god you're divine, gimme them dope and diamonds." Actually, she is a self-proclaimed gangsta Nancy Sinatra, which I must say are hard shoes to fill. Or should I say boots, as apparently Nancy's boots are made for walkin'...although Lana's haven't gotten to that stage quite yet. If I could make a prediction, I would say that Lana will never have a hit like that - but I could be wrong, she might impress me the next album, it's only her first after all. At this rate though, that's unlikely. As she's said, "money is the anthem of success," (National Anthem) another brilliant line, and as long as she's raking in the big bucks I honestly don't believe she'll feel the need to improve. Oh wait, she's already basically backed that point up! To the sweet little tune of 'Radio', she whispers, "now my life is sweet like cinnamon, like a f*cking dream I'm living in, baby loves me 'cause I'm playing on the radio." Just a note, Ms. Del Rey, cinnamon isn't sweet and if you don't have another word to fill in the time, use something other than an expletive, it doesn't really help get the point across. Oops, pardon me, there is no point to the song anyway.
If you feel like having a laugh, here are her lyrics:
She does have some nice tunes though, so at least give her a shot when you don't have to pay too much attention to what she is saying. I found her particularly pleasing to listen to while writing my Macbeth essay because the lyrics are the farthest degradation from Old English as possible - they don't clutter my mind.
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