Nine and a half minutes of sublime pop by Lana Del Rey: Venice Bitch.


I have an on-off love of Lana Del Rey’s music.  She can be extremely dreary and she is unquestionably totally in love with herself.

But that doesn’t stop this being off the scale great.  Just like Video Games was and Born to Die.

It’s an epic love song set in Venice Beach, LA.

The guitar solos (especially the long Frippy one at 4:54 that blends in and out of the synth riff) are outstanding and the groove is effortless.

“Venice Bitch”
Fear fun, fear love
Fresh out of fucks, forever
Tryin’ to be stronger for you
Ice cream, ice queen
I dream in jeans and leather
Life’s dream I’m sweet for you

Oh god, miss you on my lips
It’s me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Callin’ out, bang bang, kiss kiss

You’re in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You’re beautiful and I’m insane
We’re American-made

Give me Hallmark
One dream, one life, one lover
Paint me happy and blue
Norman Rockwell
No hype under our covers
It’s just me and you

Oh god, miss you on my lips
It’s me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Callin’ out, bang bang, kiss kiss

You’re in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You’re beautiful and I’m insane
We’re American-made

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss)

Oh god, want you on my lips (I do, I do)
It’s me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss)
Yeah, yeah

Young baby is back in town now
You should come, come over
We’ll be hanging around now
You should come, come over

Oh god, I love him on my lips
It’s me, your little Venice bitch
Touch me with your fingertips
It’s me, your little Venice bitch

Out back in the garden
We’re getting high now, because we’re older
Be myself, I like diamonds
My baby crimson and clover

(La la la la la la beautiful)
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(La la la la la la beautiful)
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(Oh oh oh oh oh whatever)
(Everything, whatever)
(Oh oh oh oh oh whatever)
(Everything, whatever)

(La la la la la la beautiful)
(Beautiful, beautiful)
(La la la la la la beautiful)
(Beautiful, beautiful)

Out back in the garden
We’re getting high now, because we’re older
Be myself, I like diamonds
My baby crimson and clover

Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over

If you weren’t mine, I’d be
Jealous of your love
If you weren’t mine, I’d be
Jealous of your love
If you weren’t mine, I’d be
Jealous of your love
If you weren’t mine, I’d be
Jealous of your love
If you weren’t mine, I’d be
Jealous of your love

 

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