The second demo leaked on September 29, and the third demo leaked on January 23, Unlike most other demos of tracks from Born to Die , the demos have different vocal takes accommodating for lyric and tempo changes. The song's first demo was produced by the song's co-writer, Tim Larcombe and the second and third demo were produced by Peter Ibsen.
The final version shares the same background noise sample with " Off to the Races ". Lyrically, the song is Del Rey recounting her wild-child youth, while explaining things she and her friends did that made them girls, including looking for heaven and love, and putting men ahead of their friendships. During an interview in May , Del Rey described the "stealing police cars with the senior guys" lyric is actually from her time in Lake Placid when an unnamed female friend of hers got into a police car with the door open, but failed to get away because she was unable to drive.
Although the song has never been performed in its entirety, Del Rey sang the first verse and chorus a cappella on February 8, during a visit to Seacrest Studios at Children's Hospital in Dallas, Texas.
Remember how we used to party up all night Sneakin' out and lookin' for a taste of real life Drinkin' in the small town firelight Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice Sweet 16 and we had arrived Walkin' down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!
It's a curse Don't cry about it, don't cry about it This is what makes us girls We all stick together 'cause we put love first Don't cry about him, don't cry about him It's all going to 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 16 and we had arrived Baby's table dancing at the local dive Cheerin' our names in the pink spotlight Drinkin' cherry Schnapps in the velvet night Yeah, we used to go break in To the hotel, glimmer and we'd swim Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops Screamin', "Get us while we're hot" "Get us while we're hot" Come on, take a shot This is what makes us girls We all look for Heaven and we put 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 all stick together 'cause we put love first Don't cry about him, don't cry about him It's all going to happen The prettiest in crowd that you had ever seen Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean A freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens And you know something? All such readings required leaning heavily on the notion of persona.
Del Rey had to be singing one thing when she really meant another. But at a certain point it becomes weird to not take her own words at face value. On the title track of her new album, Norman Fucking Rockwell , she mocks the overconfident male type who she would have once swooned for—but she does, however, still swoon.
One album will lean more pop and one will lean more opera. Which is who? It started by taking something the musician said in an interview, about spending most of her time at the beach, not as some fabulous exaggeration from a pop trickster but as an actual biographical tidbit—and then speculated on which beach might suit her.
She is mediating them. She is slotting them in a cultural context. Or the disagreement could really be about persona. Very well then, I contradict myself; I am large - I contain multitudes. Maybe she wants to remove the meta-meaning and get back to the meaning. She just wants to say that she contains multitudes.
Identity crisis is ongoing, productive, and all-encompassing. She is not torn between being who someone else wants her to be and being who she is. Who she is is someone who wants to be what someone else—some man, usually, historically—wants her to be. In an era of people willfully working out their identity in public, this steady blankness has made her one of the most striking and strangest figures around.
Other players in pop music have, in disparate but related ways, moved to sideline persona as a helpful schematic: Fans are forbidden to separate the art and the artist. 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 began 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. This is what makes us girls We all look for heaven and we put love first Something that we'd die for It's a curse Don't cry about it, don't cry about it.
The prettiest in 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 wavin' on the train platform Crying, 'cause I know I'm never comin' back.
Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter. 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 Walkin' down the streets as they whistle, hi, hi!
They were the only friends I ever had We got into trouble and when stuff got bad I got sent away, I was wavin' on the train platform Crying, 'cause I know I'm never comin' back This is what makes us girls We all look for heaven and we put our love first Something that we'd die for 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.
Nos avise. Enviada por Monstheus e traduzida por Naline.
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