Daring, edgy, and the prequel to ‘Born to die’… Lana del Rey presents ‘Blue Jeans’

Blue jeans
White shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean – for sure
You so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater – and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december – oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember – oh baby – say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams
Gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like “No Please” stay here
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on sunday, said he’d come home monday
I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing but he was
Chasing paper
Caught up in the game – that was the last I heard

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember – oh baby – say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time

He went out every night
And baby that’s alright
I told you that no matter what you did I’d be by your side
Cause I’m a ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit, at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door – a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more – but that’s not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancing all night
Then they took you away – stole you out of my life
You just need to remember

I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember – oh baby – say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time

sol

A los 10 años encontró refugio de la ciudad de la furia en una máquina de escribir. Más tarde conectaría con la escritura de viajes en un intento de traducir la mirada poética sobre el mundo que la rodea. Desde entonces, se ha alejado y ha vuelto a la poesía como quien vuelve a los brazos del amante: buscando calor.

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