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Lana Del Rey si è messa una maglia della Ferrari

Mercoledì scorso, 4 gennaio, Lana Del Rey è stata fotografata all’uscita di uno studio di Londra dove ha registrato una ignota partecipazione televisiva.
Nel frattempo è stata messa sotto contratto dalla Next Model Management, una delle più grandi agenzie di moda del mondo che gestisce modelle come Miranda Kerr, Arizona Muse e Karlie Kloss, ma ha anche una divisione per cantanti che cura Jessie JEllie Goulding.

Passando a cose più frivole, sono trapelate in rete due nuove canzoni che saranno contenute nel suo album di esordio, Born To Die, in uscita il prossimo 30 gennaio.

Una è This Is What Makes Us Girls, il pezzo più debole dell’album da un punto di vista maschile, l’altra si intitola National Anthem ed è l’ultima traccia dell’album ed è forse il pezzo più debole dell’album, in generale, ma ha un bel testo.
Lana Del Rey ha precisato che si tratta di due demo e che le versioni definitive sul disco suoneranno molto diverse. Più o meno.

Se vuoi puoi ascoltare i due demo qua sotto. Ci sono anche i testi.

National Anthem

Money is the anthem…of success
So before we go out
What’s your address?

I’m your national anthem
God, you’re so handsome
Take me to the hamptons
Bacardi fare on
He loves to romance them
Reckless abandon
Holding me for ransom
Upper echelon
He says to ‘be cool’ but
I don’t know how yet
Wind in my hair
Hand on the back of my neck
I said, ‘can we party later on?’
He said, ‘yes, yes’

Tell me i’m your national anthem
(ooooh, yeah, baby, bow down
making me so wow, wow)
Tell me i’m your national anthem
(sugar, sugar, how now
take your body down town)
Red, white, blue’s in the skies
Summer’s in the air and
Baby, heaven’s in your eyes
I’m your national anthem

Money is the reason
We exist
Everybody knows it, it’s a fact
Kiss, kiss
I sing the national anthem
While i’m standing over your body
Hold you like a python
And you can’t keep your hands off me
Or your pants on
See what you’ve done to me
Give me chevron

You said to ‘be cool’ but
I’m already coolest
You said to ‘get real’
Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?
Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?
(yes, also a gun)

Tell me i’m your national anthem
(ooooh, yeah, baby, bow down
making me so wow, wow)
Tell me i’m your national anthem
(sugar, sugar, how now
take your body down town)
Red, white, blue’s in the skies
Summer’s in the air and
Baby, heaven’s in your eyes
I’m your national anthem

It’s a love story for the new age
For the six page
Want a quick sick rampage?
Wining and dining
Drinking and driving
Excessive buying
Overdosing, dying
On our drugs and our love
And our dreams and our rage
Blurring the lines between real and the fake
Love again, lonely
I need somebody to hold me
We will do very well
I can tell, i can tell
Keep my safe in his bell tower, hotel

Money is the anthem of success
So put on mascara, and your party dress

I’m your national anthem
Boy, put your hands up
Give me a standing ovation
Boy, you is landing
Babe, in the land of
Sweetness and angel
Queen of saigon

Tell me i’m your national anthem
Ooh, yeah, baby, bow down
Making me so wow, wow
Tell me i’m your national anthem
Sugar, sugar, how now
Take your body down town
Red, white, blue’s in the skies
Summer’s in the air and
Baby, heaven’s in your eyes
I’m your national anthem

Money is the anthem
God, you’re so handsome
Money is the anthem
Of success

This Is What Makes Us Girls

Remember how we used to party up all night
Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life
Drinking in the small town firelight
(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)

Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the street as they whistle, “Hi, hi!”
Stealin’ police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we’d never make it out alive

There she was my new best friend
High heels in her hands, swayin’ in the wind
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin’ down her little Bambi eyes:
“Lana, how I hate those guys.”

This is what makes us girls
We don’t look for heaven and we put our love first
Don’t you know we’d die for it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don’t stick together ‘cause we put our love first
Don’t cry about him, don’t cry about him
It’s all gonna happen

And that’s where the beginning of the end begun
Everybody knew that we had too much fun
We were skippin’ school and drinkin’ on the job
(With the boss)

Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Baby’s table dancin’ at the local dive
Cheerin our names in the pink spotlight
Drinkin’ cherry schnapps in the velvet night

Know we used to go break in
to the hotel pool, glittering we’d swim
Runnin’ from the cops in our black bikini tops
screaming, “Get us while we’re hot”
“We don’t give a whaaat!”

This is what makes us girls
We don’t look for heaven and we put our love first
Don’t you know we’d die for it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don’t stick together ‘cause we put our love first
Don’t cry about him, don’t cry about him
It’s all gonna happen

The prettiest crowd that you had ever seen
Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean
A freshmen generation of degenerate beauty queens
And you know something?

They were the only friends I ever had
We got into trouble and when stuff got bad
I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform
Crying ‘cause I know I’m never comin’ back.

This is what makes us girls
We don’t look for heaven and we put our love first
Don’t you know we’d die for it? It’s a curse
Don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it
This is what makes us girls
Darlin’ little queens do you know what you’re worth?
I’ll tell you everyday till you get it, girl
It’s all gonna happen

This is what makes us girls now, baby.
This is why we rule the world now, baby.
This is what makes us girls now, baby.
Why we rule the world now, baby, oh.

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