paroles de chanson Tropico - Lana Del Rey

And the spirit of John moved upon the face of the waters.
And John said: "Let there be light." And there was light.
And John saw that it was good.
Dear John forgive us our sins.
Creator of all, forgive us our sins.
Thank you.
I wanna tell you where you at. It was me on this campsite.
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys. And if you want to be tough cowboys.
I don't wanna hear you cryin'. I don't wanna hear you belly aching.
You gonna get on that horse on that ride. Don't be afraid.
Wear your boots up high, your pants low. Lean your hat in the good way.
(- Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature!)
When you get on that, don't be jerking on it. Just ride nice and still.
You can do it, I believe you.
Ride with the wind. Don't complain.
Never say you're sorry ‘cause sorry is a sign of weakness.
I don't want you to hide from your mama because I will ran you back out.
You are a good kid. All you little cowboys will do a good job for me.
Make sure you do it, pilgrim, ‘cause I'll be watching you.
-Life can change on a dime. Sometimes you just have to gamble.
-Yeah, baby, that's what it is. That's what it's all about.
-Amen.
Don't forget: Write to your mama.
Body Electric
Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn's my mother
Jesus is my bestest friend.
We don't need nobody 'cause we got each other
Or at least I pretend
We get down every Friday night
Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin' alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind
(So don't worry about)
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
I'm on fire, sing that body electric
Whitman is my daddy, Monaco's my mother
Diamonds are my bestest friend
Heaven is my baby, suicide's her father
Opulence is the end
We get down every Friday night
Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry, we're feelin' alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind
(So don't worry about)
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
I'm on fire, sing that body electric
My clothes still smell like you
And all the photographs say, that we're still young.
I pretend I'm not hurt
I go about the world like I'm havin' fun.
We get crazy every Friday night
I drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight.
Grand Ole Opry, feelin' all right
Mary's swayin' softly, to her heart's delight
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the body electric
I sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
Sing the body electric
I'm on fire, sing that body electric
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the body electric, baby
I sing the Body electric;
The armies of those I love engirt me, and I engirt them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, (Man you've got to be crazy!)
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul
Womanhood, and all that is woman - and the man that comes from woman
The womb, the tits, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks, love-perturbations and rising
The voice, articulation
Language
Whispering, shouting aloud
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep
Walking, swimming, poise on the hips
Leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening
The continual changes of the flex of the mouth
And around the eyes
The skin, the sun-burnt shade, freckles, hair
The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body
The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees
The thin red jellies within you or within me - the bones and the marrow in the bones
The exquisite realization of health;
O I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul
O I say now these are the Soul!
Gods & Monsters
In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
You got that medicine I need
Fame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly
Me and God, we don't get along so now I sing
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing
'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly
Want'
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost
In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing
'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly
Want'
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost
When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me
Crazy
Cause life imitates art
If I get a little prettier can I be your baby?
You tell me, "life isn't that hard"
No one's gonna take my soul away
I'm living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing
'Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven, what I truly
Want'
It's innocence lost
Innocence lost
(- For I must have you or no one!)
- "You know it's not always gonna be this way, right?"
- "Yeah."
- "So just chill, alright?"
- "Mhmm"
- "Alright."
- "Yeah."
(Just remember, I'm always there for you.)
(In honour of Jack's birthday tonight;
I thought I bring somebody here tonight that Jack can jack off to.
Are you ready?
Ladies.
-Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising)
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
Who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
Who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war
Who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
Who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
Who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
Who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares
And so, from being created in his likeness, to being banished for wanting to be too much like him, we were cast out, and the garden of Eden transformed in to the garden of Evil
Los Angeles, The city of Angels, A land of Gods and Monsters, The in-between realm where only the choices made from your free will, will decide your souls final fate
Some poets called it the entrance to the Underworld, but on some summer nights, it could feel like Paradise, Paradise Lost...
Dear John, forgive us our sins. x2
Master of the universe, creator of all, forgive us our sins.
Dear John, forgive us our sins.
(You ask me why I love her? Well give me time, I'll explain
Have you ever seen a Kansas sunset or an Arizona rain?
Have you ever drifted on a bayou down Louisiana way?
Or watched a cold fog come drifting in over San Francisco Bay?
Have you heard a bobwhite calling in the Carolina pines
Or heard the bellow of a diesel at the Appalachia mines?
Does the call of Niagara thrill you when you hear her waters roar?
Or do you look with awe and wonder, Massachusetts shore
Brave new men who stepped on Plymounth's rock?
And do you think of them when you stroll along a New York City dock?
Have you seen a snowflake drifting in the Rockies, way up high?
Or seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Nevada sky?
Do you hail to the Columbia as she rushes to the sea
Or bow your head at Gettysburg at our struggle to be free?
You ask me why I love her? I've got a million reasons why:
It's my beautiful America, beneath God's wide, wide sky
Bel Air
Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate.
Trying to tell me to wait
But I can't wait to see you.
So I run like I'm mad to heaven's door.
I don't wanna be bad
I won't cheat you no more.
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you.
Palm trees in the light
I can sleep late at night
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me, baby.
Spotlight, bad baby, you've got a flair
For the violentest kind of love anywhere out there
Mon amour, sweet child of mine
You're divine.
Didn't anyone ever tell you
It's OK to shine?
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you.
Palm trees in the light
I can sleep late at night.
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me, baby.
Don't be afraid of me, don't be ashamed.
Walk in the way of my soft resurrection.
Idol of roses, iconic soul. I know your name.
Lead me to war with your brilliant direction.
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you.
Palm trees in the light
I can sleep late at night.
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me, baby
Roses, Bel Air, take me there
I've been waiting to meet you
Grenadine sunshine, can you fade inside of mine
Darling, I'm waiting to greet you
Come to me, baby
(Your always on my mind, Your always on my mind)