One, two, ready
I'm gonna take mine with you with me
Ah, "Mine," say it again
"Mine of you with me," thank you
One more time
One, two, ready
I'm gonna take mine of you with me
I'm gonna take mine of you with me
I'm gonna take mine of you with me
Like Rocky Mountain High
The way John Denver sings
So you say there's a chance for us
Should I do a dance for once?
You're a family man, but, but
Do you think about Heaven? Oh
Do you think about me?
My pastor told me
"When you leave, all you take
Oh, is your memory"
And I'm gonna take mine of you with me
I'm gonna take mine of you with me
So many mountains too high to climb
So many rivers, so long, but I'm
Doin' the hard stuff, I'm doin' my time
I'm doin' it for us, for our family line
Do you think about heaven? Oh
Do you think about me?
My pastor told me (I'll do it, I'll do it)
"When you leave, all you take (I did it, I did it)
Oh, is your memories"
And I wanna take mine of you with me
I'm gonna take mine of you with me
Yeah, I'm gonna take mine of you with me
Like Rocky Mountain High
The way John Denver sings
My sister's first-born child
I'm gonna take that too with me
My grandmother's last smile
I'm gonna take that too with me
It's a beautiful life
Remember that too, for me
Lana Del Rey - Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd Album Lyrics
Lana Del Rey - Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd Lyrics
- The Grants
- Did You Know That Theres A Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd
- Sweet
- A&W
- Judah Smith Interlude
- Candy Necklace
- Jon Batiste Interlude
- Kintsugi
- Fingertips
- Paris Texas
- Grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while hes deep-sea fishing
- Let The Light In
- Margaret
- Fishtail
- Peppers
- Taco Truck x VB
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Mike Hermosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Did You Know That Theres A Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd
Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?
Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall
I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like
When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a girl who sings "Hotel California"
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor
Oh, man
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05
Something about the way he says, "Don't forget me"
Makes me feel like
I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to get me by
Leaning in my back, whispering in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can drive"
But I can't
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me, don't forget me
No, no, no, don't forget me
Don't you, don't you forget me (no, oh)
Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall
I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul
Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls
And I'm like
When's it gonna be my turn?
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
There's a girl who sings "Hotel California"
Not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida
It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door
It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor
Oh, man
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at 2:05
Something about the way he says, "Don't forget me"
Makes me feel like
I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to get me by
Leaning in my back, whispering in my ear, "Come on, baby, you can drive"
But I can't
When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like it
F*ck me to death, love me until I love myself
There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me
Like the tunnel under Ocean Boulevard
Don't forget me, don't forget me
No, no, no, don't forget me
Don't you, don't you forget me (no, oh)
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Mike Hermosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Sweet
Stars in my eyes, hiking up Griffith
Thinking about what was said and what didn't
Get said in the Midwest, wish I could tell you now
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
'Cause that's the best method the women here taught me about
What you don't really understand, I've got magic in my hand
Stars in my eyes
I'm a different kind of woman
If you want some basic bitch, go to the Beverly Center and find her
I'm sweet
Bare feet
If you wanna go where nobody goes
That's where you'll find me
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee
What you doing with your life? Do you think about it?
Do you contemplate where we came from?
Lately, we've been makin' out a lot
Not talkin' 'bout the stuff that's at the very heart of things
Do you want children? Do you wanna marry me?
Do you wanna run marathons in Long Beach by the sea?
I've got things to do like nothing at all
I wanna do them with you
Do you wanna do them with me?
If you want someone, then just call me up
And remember where I'll be
Sweet in bare feet
You can find me where no one will be
In the woods somewhere
In the knife in the heart of a valley
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee
Thinking about what was said and what didn't
Get said in the Midwest, wish I could tell you now
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
'Cause that's the best method the women here taught me about
What you don't really understand, I've got magic in my hand
Stars in my eyes
I'm a different kind of woman
If you want some basic bitch, go to the Beverly Center and find her
I'm sweet
Bare feet
If you wanna go where nobody goes
That's where you'll find me
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee
What you doing with your life? Do you think about it?
Do you contemplate where we came from?
Lately, we've been makin' out a lot
Not talkin' 'bout the stuff that's at the very heart of things
Do you want children? Do you wanna marry me?
Do you wanna run marathons in Long Beach by the sea?
I've got things to do like nothing at all
I wanna do them with you
Do you wanna do them with me?
If you want someone, then just call me up
And remember where I'll be
Sweet in bare feet
You can find me where no one will be
In the woods somewhere
In the knife in the heart of a valley
In the sweet north country
If I'm not there, come to my house on Genesee
Writer: Drew Erickson, Elizabeth Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A&W
I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me
Look at the length of my hair, and my face, the shape of my body
Do you really think I give a damn
What I do after years of just hearing them talking?
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up, we f*ck on the hotel floor
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymorе
This is the experiеnce of bein' an American whore
Called up one drunk, called up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask my why, why, why I'm like this
Maybe I just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like this
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head but, oh
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
I mean look at my hair
Look at the length of it and the shape of my body
If I told you that I was raped
Do you really think that anybody would think
I didn't ask for it? I didn't ask for it
I won't testify, I already f*cked up my story
On top of this (Mm), so many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be
Looking like a sidepiece at thirty-three?
God's a charlatan, don't look back, babe
Puts the shower on while he calls me
Slips out the back door to talk to me
I'm invisible, look how you hold me
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm a ghost now, look how you hold me now
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore (Oh, okay)
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
Woo
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high (Oh my god)
Love me if you love or not, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light (Mm)
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*cking up big time
Jimmy, you should switch it up, baby, light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like)
Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like, surf's up)
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
But I don't care, baby, I already lost my mind
Jimmy, if I lie it up, find me in the club (Mind, mind)
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
[Chorus]
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you love or not, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me
Look at the length of my hair, and my face, the shape of my body
Do you really think I give a damn
What I do after years of just hearing them talking?
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up, we f*ck on the hotel floor
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymorе
This is the experiеnce of bein' an American whore
Called up one drunk, called up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask my why, why, why I'm like this
Maybe I just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like this
I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head but, oh
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
I mean look at my hair
Look at the length of it and the shape of my body
If I told you that I was raped
Do you really think that anybody would think
I didn't ask for it? I didn't ask for it
I won't testify, I already f*cked up my story
On top of this (Mm), so many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be
Looking like a sidepiece at thirty-three?
God's a charlatan, don't look back, babe
Puts the shower on while he calls me
Slips out the back door to talk to me
I'm invisible, look how you hold me
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm a ghost now, look how you hold me now
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore (Oh, okay)
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
It's not about havin' someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
This is the experience of bein' an American whore
Woo
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high (Oh my god)
Love me if you love or not, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light (Mm)
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*cking up big time
Jimmy, you should switch it up, baby, light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like)
Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like, surf's up)
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
But I don't care, baby, I already lost my mind
Jimmy, if I lie it up, find me in the club (Mind, mind)
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
[Chorus]
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy Jimmy ride
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you love or not, you can be my light
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high
Your mom called, I told her, you're f*ckin' up big time
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Judah Smith Interlude
Don't you understand what that means?
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life, they're usually my age
Does that sound like love?
It's a life dominated with lust
And for too long, they've been holding on
And finally, they just get weak and they say
It doesn't matter anymore
And the Spirit of God says
I'll infuse you with desires
With what you have and what's in front of you (yeah, yeah)
(Desires for what you have, okay)
So, as He works deep in your heart
As you call out to Him, and say
I'm here doin' it, man
Help me want what I got
Help me love what's in front of me
Help me want more of my wife and more of my friends
And help me serve the city I live in
And not wish it away and hope I can move
Help me, God
I wanna be a man of love
Not a man in lust
But you gotta do that
And so I bring you to this verse, and I'm done, I'm done
Psalms Chapter 8
And do you know where I got this verse?
This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm gonna tell you the absolute truth
It's gonna make me sound so superior to us all
I'm looking forward to it
I woke up this morning and God said, "Check the Bible"
I don't know if it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I don't have to do anything, I don't have to look anywhere
Just look at the verse of the day
So I get to the verse of the day and here's the verse of the day
Today, in the Bible
Look at this (that's cool)
Look at the splendor of the skies
You creative genius glowing in the Heavens
When I gaze, when I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up and I see such wonder and workmanship above
I have to ask this question
I gotta ask this question
Compared to all this cosmic glory
Why would you ever bother with puny, mortal man or be
Ooh, don't get me started
I could read you another hour on infatuated
Or be infatuated with Adam's son?
Why are you so infatuated with me?
You're the star reader, You're the ocean maker (yeah, yeah)
You're the whale creator, you're the rhino designer
Who do, are you man? (Rhino designer)
And then it goes on in verse 5
And it says, "Yet what honor you have given to me
Created only a little lower than Elohim
Which is the name of Creator God
Artist God"
You wanna call God "Artist?"
At some point tonight before you go to bed, be like
"Yo, Elohim," and He'll hear, "You're the best artist ever"
Below Elohim, crowned like kings and queens with glory and magnificence
You have delighted, You have delegated to them mastery over all you have made
You've made me a partner with you
I wish to think my preaching was mostly about you
And you're not gonna like this but I'm gonna to tell you the truth
I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life, they're usually my age
Does that sound like love?
It's a life dominated with lust
And for too long, they've been holding on
And finally, they just get weak and they say
It doesn't matter anymore
And the Spirit of God says
I'll infuse you with desires
With what you have and what's in front of you (yeah, yeah)
(Desires for what you have, okay)
So, as He works deep in your heart
As you call out to Him, and say
I'm here doin' it, man
Help me want what I got
Help me love what's in front of me
Help me want more of my wife and more of my friends
And help me serve the city I live in
And not wish it away and hope I can move
Help me, God
I wanna be a man of love
Not a man in lust
But you gotta do that
And so I bring you to this verse, and I'm done, I'm done
Psalms Chapter 8
And do you know where I got this verse?
This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm gonna tell you the absolute truth
It's gonna make me sound so superior to us all
I'm looking forward to it
I woke up this morning and God said, "Check the Bible"
I don't know if it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I don't have to do anything, I don't have to look anywhere
Just look at the verse of the day
So I get to the verse of the day and here's the verse of the day
Today, in the Bible
Look at this (that's cool)
Look at the splendor of the skies
You creative genius glowing in the Heavens
When I gaze, when I gaze at Your moon and Your stars
Mounted like jewels in their setting
I know You are the fascinating artist who fashioned it all
When I look up and I see such wonder and workmanship above
I have to ask this question
I gotta ask this question
Compared to all this cosmic glory
Why would you ever bother with puny, mortal man or be
Ooh, don't get me started
I could read you another hour on infatuated
Or be infatuated with Adam's son?
Why are you so infatuated with me?
You're the star reader, You're the ocean maker (yeah, yeah)
You're the whale creator, you're the rhino designer
Who do, are you man? (Rhino designer)
And then it goes on in verse 5
And it says, "Yet what honor you have given to me
Created only a little lower than Elohim
Which is the name of Creator God
Artist God"
You wanna call God "Artist?"
At some point tonight before you go to bed, be like
"Yo, Elohim," and He'll hear, "You're the best artist ever"
Below Elohim, crowned like kings and queens with glory and magnificence
You have delighted, You have delegated to them mastery over all you have made
You've made me a partner with you
I wish to think my preaching was mostly about you
And you're not gonna like this but I'm gonna to tell you the truth
I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff, Judah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Candy Necklace
White fire, cinnamon on my teeth
And I'm sittin' at the stoplight northern town
I feel lucky
I drive somewhere out of range, I don't know where
White noise coming out of my brain
Turns off for nothing
Rockefella, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Storyteller, us forever
Is my favorite song
You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsessed with it
Candy necklaces
You've been actin' pretty reckless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsessed with this
All his candy necklaces
Sittin' on the sofa, feelin' super suicidal
Hate to say the word, but, baby, hand on the Bible I do
Feel like it's you, the one who's bringing me down
Thought that we were cool and we were kickin' it like Tribe Called Quest
You the best, but, baby, you've been bringing me down
I can see it now
Rockafella, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Fortune teller, favorite ever
That's the story of us
You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and reckless
And I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces
I think that we should address this
Actin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
All his candy necklaces
We've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces (I'm obsessed with this)
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces ('cause I'm obsessed with this)
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces, oh
And I'm sittin' at the stoplight northern town
I feel lucky
I drive somewhere out of range, I don't know where
White noise coming out of my brain
Turns off for nothing
Rockefella, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Storyteller, us forever
Is my favorite song
You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsessed with it
Candy necklaces
You've been actin' pretty reckless
Dancin' like the young and restless
And I'm obsessed with this
All his candy necklaces
Sittin' on the sofa, feelin' super suicidal
Hate to say the word, but, baby, hand on the Bible I do
Feel like it's you, the one who's bringing me down
Thought that we were cool and we were kickin' it like Tribe Called Quest
You the best, but, baby, you've been bringing me down
I can see it now
Rockafella, my umbrella
God, I love you, baby
Fortune teller, favorite ever
That's the story of us
You've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and reckless
And I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces
I think that we should address this
Actin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
All his candy necklaces
We've been actin' pretty restless
Dancin' like the young and restless
I'm obsessed with this
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces (I'm obsessed with this)
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces ('cause I'm obsessed with this)
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces
Candy necklaces, oh
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jonathan M. Batiste
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Jon Batiste Interlude
Oh
Oh, I feel something right now
Here goes, I'ma feel it, so early
I feel it early, I feel it
I feel it early
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I feel it early and I feel it late
Oh, yeah
Yeah, I feel it
I feel it
I feel it heavy
Yeah, ha
I feel it heavy
I feel it, oh my God
Ah (yep), whoa, whoa (yep)
Woo, you been working hard
(It's amazing)
Oh my God (it's good)
Ooh, whoa
Yeah
(With your honey)
Ooh, whoa
(Oh, honey)
Ooh, whoa
Oh
Oh, I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my soul
Oh, I really got it going
In my soul, early
Early in the morning
Early in the morning
Hey, early in the morning, oh
(That's pretty too, how about that?) Early in the morning
Yeah, that's somethin' in there
Early in the morning
Oh, sweet
Sweet honey
Oh, I feel something right now
Here goes, I'ma feel it, so early
I feel it early, I feel it
I feel it early
Ooh, ooh-ooh
I feel it early and I feel it late
Oh, yeah
Yeah, I feel it
I feel it
I feel it heavy
Yeah, ha
I feel it heavy
I feel it, oh my God
Ah (yep), whoa, whoa (yep)
Woo, you been working hard
(It's amazing)
Oh my God (it's good)
Ooh, whoa
Yeah
(With your honey)
Ooh, whoa
(Oh, honey)
Ooh, whoa
Oh
Oh, I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my soul
Oh, I really got it going
In my soul, early
Early in the morning
Early in the morning
Hey, early in the morning, oh
(That's pretty too, how about that?) Early in the morning
Yeah, that's somethin' in there
Early in the morning
Oh, sweet
Sweet honey
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jonathan M. Batiste
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Kintsugi
There's a certain point the body can't come back from
In one year, we've learned the turn of the mouth
The depth that the chest cavity takes
Chuckie was there for three out of three
I was there for the third 'cause I couldn't be
There for the one who was closest to me
But I can't say I'd run when things get hard
It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart
But I've had to let it break a little more
'Cause they say that's what it's for
That's how the light shines in
That's how the light shines in
That's how the light gets in, mm-mm
So everyone was there, they were standin' and laughin'
And I'm on the side with my tears streamin' down
There's somethin' about the clutch of the wrist
He thought mine was his to carve into his mouth
We've only got hours
And I just can't stop cryin' 'cause all of the ways
When you see someone dyin', you see all your days
Flash in front of you
And you think about who would be with you
And then there's Donoghue
Mm
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
I'm probably running away from the feelings I get
When I think of all the things about them
Daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Cafe
I'm probably running away from the thoughts in the day
That have things to do with them, but they say
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Think by the third of March, I was cracked open
Finally the ground was cold, they wouldn't open
Brought by the sunlight of the spirit to pour into rain
There's a name for it in Japanese, it's kintsugi
They sang folk songs from the '40s
Even the fourteen-year old knew, "Froggie Came A-Courtin'"
How do my blood relatives know all of these songs?
I don't know anyone left to know songs that I sing
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
But daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Cafe
Probably running away from the feelings today
In the snow-capped mountains of the desert
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
Probably running away, I've been meaning to say
That there's nothing to do except know that this is
How the light gets in
Like cracking, the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Then you're golden
Ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Just another folk song, but anyway
I try so hard, but that's okay
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
In one year, we've learned the turn of the mouth
The depth that the chest cavity takes
Chuckie was there for three out of three
I was there for the third 'cause I couldn't be
There for the one who was closest to me
But I can't say I'd run when things get hard
It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart
But I've had to let it break a little more
'Cause they say that's what it's for
That's how the light shines in
That's how the light shines in
That's how the light gets in, mm-mm
So everyone was there, they were standin' and laughin'
And I'm on the side with my tears streamin' down
There's somethin' about the clutch of the wrist
He thought mine was his to carve into his mouth
We've only got hours
And I just can't stop cryin' 'cause all of the ways
When you see someone dyin', you see all your days
Flash in front of you
And you think about who would be with you
And then there's Donoghue
Mm
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
I'm probably running away from the feelings I get
When I think of all the things about them
Daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Cafe
I'm probably running away from the thoughts in the day
That have things to do with them, but they say
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Think by the third of March, I was cracked open
Finally the ground was cold, they wouldn't open
Brought by the sunlight of the spirit to pour into rain
There's a name for it in Japanese, it's kintsugi
They sang folk songs from the '40s
Even the fourteen-year old knew, "Froggie Came A-Courtin'"
How do my blood relatives know all of these songs?
I don't know anyone left to know songs that I sing
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
But daddy, I miss them
I'm at the Roadrunner Cafe
Probably running away from the feelings today
In the snow-capped mountains of the desert
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
Probably running away, I've been meaning to say
That there's nothing to do except know that this is
How the light gets in
Like cracking, the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
That's how the light gets in
Then you're golden
Ah-ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Just another folk song, but anyway
I try so hard, but that's okay
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
It's how the light gets in
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fingertips
When I look back
Tracing fingertips over plastic bags
Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention
Or maybe just get your attention for a minute or two"
Will I die? Or will I get to that ten-year mark?
Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?
And if I do, will you be there with me, Father, Sister, Brother?
Charlie, stop smoking
Caroline, will you be with me?
Will the baby be alright?
Will I have one of mine?
Can I handle it even if I do?
You said that my mind
Is not fit or so they said
To carry a child
I guess I'll be fine
It wasn't my idea the cocktail of things that twist neurons inside
But without them, I'd die
They say there's irony in the music, it's a tragedy
I see nothing Greek in it
Give me a mausoleum in Rhode Island with Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and Dave
Who hung himself real high
In the National Park sky, it's a shame and I'm crying right now
To get to you, save you if I take my life
Find your astral body, put it into my eyes
Give you two seconds to cry
Take you home, I, I'll give you a blanket
Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side
'Cause, baby, I ran through a time when I felt you were doing it
I couldn't handle it, I was in Monaco
I couldn't hear what they said on the telephone
I had to sing for the prince in two hours
Sat in the shower
Gave myself two seconds to cry
It's a shame that we die
When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side
I wanted to go out like you, swim with the fishes
That he caught on Rhode Island beaches
But, sometimes, it's just not your time
Caroline
What kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?
All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by the lake
Twisting lime into the drinks that they made
Have a babe at sixteen, the town I was born in and died
Aaron ended up dead and not me
What the f*ck's wrong in your head to send me away never to come back
Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child?
I give myself two seconds to cry
Let it crash over me like the waves in the sea
Call me Aphrodite
As they bow down to me
Sunbather, moon chaser, queen of empathy
I give myself two seconds to breathe
And go back to being a serene queen
I just needed two seconds to be me
Tracing fingertips over plastic bags
Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention
Or maybe just get your attention for a minute or two"
Will I die? Or will I get to that ten-year mark?
Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?
And if I do, will you be there with me, Father, Sister, Brother?
Charlie, stop smoking
Caroline, will you be with me?
Will the baby be alright?
Will I have one of mine?
Can I handle it even if I do?
You said that my mind
Is not fit or so they said
To carry a child
I guess I'll be fine
It wasn't my idea the cocktail of things that twist neurons inside
But without them, I'd die
They say there's irony in the music, it's a tragedy
I see nothing Greek in it
Give me a mausoleum in Rhode Island with Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and Dave
Who hung himself real high
In the National Park sky, it's a shame and I'm crying right now
To get to you, save you if I take my life
Find your astral body, put it into my eyes
Give you two seconds to cry
Take you home, I, I'll give you a blanket
Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side
'Cause, baby, I ran through a time when I felt you were doing it
I couldn't handle it, I was in Monaco
I couldn't hear what they said on the telephone
I had to sing for the prince in two hours
Sat in the shower
Gave myself two seconds to cry
It's a shame that we die
When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side
I wanted to go out like you, swim with the fishes
That he caught on Rhode Island beaches
But, sometimes, it's just not your time
Caroline
What kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?
All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by the lake
Twisting lime into the drinks that they made
Have a babe at sixteen, the town I was born in and died
Aaron ended up dead and not me
What the f*ck's wrong in your head to send me away never to come back
Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child?
I give myself two seconds to cry
Let it crash over me like the waves in the sea
Call me Aphrodite
As they bow down to me
Sunbather, moon chaser, queen of empathy
I give myself two seconds to breathe
And go back to being a serene queen
I just needed two seconds to be me
Writer: Drew Erickson, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Paris Texas
I went to Paris (Texas)
With a suitcase in my hand
I had to leave
Knew they wouldn't understand
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
Then the more you know
It's time to go
I took a trip to Spain
Just a notebook in my hand
Then I went to see some friends of mine
Down in Florence, Alabama
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
That it's time to leave
Like the summer breeze
When everyones' star's bright
Brighter than you are
It's time to go
And you're the only one left
Dancing while they're on the floor
Time to go
I flew back home
It seemed everything the same (Venice, California)
Except that you weren't home
"Hello," I call to no one, but
When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
You're home, when you're alone
When you're right, you're right
When you're right, you're right
Even when you're wrong
With a suitcase in my hand
I had to leave
Knew they wouldn't understand
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
Then the more you know
It's time to go
I took a trip to Spain
Just a notebook in my hand
Then I went to see some friends of mine
Down in Florence, Alabama
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It's time, it's time to go
When you know, you know
That it's time to leave
Like the summer breeze
When everyones' star's bright
Brighter than you are
It's time to go
And you're the only one left
Dancing while they're on the floor
Time to go
I flew back home
It seemed everything the same (Venice, California)
Except that you weren't home
"Hello," I call to no one, but
When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
When you're home, you're home (Venice, California)
You're home, when you're alone
When you're right, you're right
When you're right, you're right
Even when you're wrong
Writer: Brian Leseney Fennell, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant
Copyright: Lyrics © Secret Road Music Publishing, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Secret Road Music Publishing, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while hes deep-sea fishing
Three white butterflies to know you're near
I know they think that it took somebody else
To make me beautiful, beautiful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
I know they think that it took thousands of people
To put me together again like an experiment
Some big man behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my songs
But they're wrong
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or an owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific
'Cause I'm good on spirit, warm-bodied
A fallible deity wrapped up in white
I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Regrettably, also a white woman
But I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones
If you don't believe me, my poetry, or my melodies
Feel it in your bones
I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or a map to know your vision, impart on me your wisdom
It took somebody else to make me beautiful
Wonderful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
Three white butterflies to know you're near
I know they think that it took somebody else
To make me beautiful, beautiful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
I know they think that it took thousands of people
To put me together again like an experiment
Some big man behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my songs
But they're wrong
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or an owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific
'Cause I'm good on spirit, warm-bodied
A fallible deity wrapped up in white
I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Regrettably, also a white woman
But I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones
If you don't believe me, my poetry, or my melodies
Feel it in your bones
I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing
God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies
Or a map to know your vision, impart on me your wisdom
It took somebody else to make me beautiful
Wonderful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
Three white butterflies to know you're near
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jean-Philippe Pascal Rio-Py
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Let The Light In
Pick you up at home, quarter to three
Ask you if you want somethin' to eat
Drive around, get drunk, do it over again
Wake you up at night, quarter to one
I can never stop, wanna have fun
Don't be actin' like I'm the kinda girl who can sleep
'Cause every time you say you're gonna go
I just smile, 'cause babe, I already know
You know I got nothin' under this overcoat
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I, back at it again
Pick you up around quarter to two
Usually we got nothin' to do
Screw it, maybe you should go and record some other songs
Got my dress on tight 'cause you know that I
Look shinin' in the light, there's so much ridin'
On this life and how we write our love song
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I back at it again
'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you
I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you
Put The Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed
'Cause I wanna, wanna, wanna want you
I need to, need to, need to need you
Put the TV on and flowers in a vase, lie your head
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and me back at it again
Ask you if you want somethin' to eat
Drive around, get drunk, do it over again
Wake you up at night, quarter to one
I can never stop, wanna have fun
Don't be actin' like I'm the kinda girl who can sleep
'Cause every time you say you're gonna go
I just smile, 'cause babe, I already know
You know I got nothin' under this overcoat
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I, back at it again
Pick you up around quarter to two
Usually we got nothin' to do
Screw it, maybe you should go and record some other songs
Got my dress on tight 'cause you know that I
Look shinin' in the light, there's so much ridin'
On this life and how we write our love song
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and I back at it again
'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you
I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you
Put The Beatles on, light the candles, go back to bed
'Cause I wanna, wanna, wanna want you
I need to, need to, need to need you
Put the TV on and flowers in a vase, lie your head
Ooh, let the light in
At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in
Ooh, turn your light on
Look at us, you and me back at it again
Writer: Benjamin Patrick Lysaght, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Mike Hermosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Margaret
This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing white
And he was like, "I might be in trouble"
He had flashes of the good life
He was like, "Should I jump off this building now or do it on the double?"
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh, runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold
'Cause when you know, you know
Word to all my friends
With their red flags, their white knights
Their black eyes and their blue lies
If you're asking yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer, the answer is know
You gotta run, run, run, run like your head's on fire
Run away like your head is on fire
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh, runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold
'Cause when you know, you know
When you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table
One that makes me sing
In a minor key
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
So if you don't know, don't give up
'Cause you never know what the new day might bring
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
I mean, join the party
By the way
The party is December 18
Alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause
'Cause when you know, you know
And when you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table
One that makes me sing
In a minor key
Diamond on your ring
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing white
And he was like, "I might be in trouble"
He had flashes of the good life
He was like, "Should I jump off this building now or do it on the double?"
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh, runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold
'Cause when you know, you know
Word to all my friends
With their red flags, their white knights
Their black eyes and their blue lies
If you're asking yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer, the answer is know
You gotta run, run, run, run like your head's on fire
Run away like your head is on fire
'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
Baby, if your love is in trouble
When you know, you know
When you know, you know
It kinda makes me laugh, runnin' down that path
When you're good as gold
'Cause when you know, you know
When you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me, the diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table
One that makes me sing
In a minor key
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
So if you don't know, don't give up
'Cause you never know what the new day might bring
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
Maybe tomorrow, you'll know
I mean, join the party
By the way
The party is December 18
Alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause
'Cause when you know, you know
And when you're old, you're old
Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring
The soul that you bring to the table
One that makes me sing
In a minor key
Diamond on your ring
'Cause when you know, you know
When you know, you know
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fishtail
Don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Fishtail what's the matter, like that
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
Not that smart but I've got things to say
Palm trees in black and white
I like to watch them sway
You're so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind
Lately I've been thinkin' about how things used to be
Swingin' in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But lately, I can't see
(You wanted me sadder)
Baby (you wanted me sadder)
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't you see it?
I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, babe
Don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder
Dancing there in the hot, hot sun
I know that we've got problems
I plan to address them another day
Palm trees in black and white
I see in technicolor
Maybe I'll take my glasses off
So I stop painting red flags green
Lately I've been sunning in the L.A. River bed
Wearing nothin' but the summer bruises on my knees
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
But lately, I can't see
(You wanted me sadder)
Baby (you wanted me sadder)
(You wanted me sadder)
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't just say it
I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, see
Baby, if you care, then (don't you dare say)
Baby, don't you dare say (that you'll braid my hair, babe)
That you really care
Don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair
When you get home tonight
If you don't really care
Yeah, don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If don't really care, see
That you'll braid my hair
If you're not coming home to me
Mm-mm
You want someone sadder
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
I'm not that smart
But I've got things to say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Fishtail what's the matter, like that
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
Not that smart but I've got things to say
Palm trees in black and white
I like to watch them sway
You're so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind
Lately I've been thinkin' about how things used to be
Swingin' in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But lately, I can't see
(You wanted me sadder)
Baby (you wanted me sadder)
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't you see it?
I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, babe
Don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
You wanted me sadder
Dancing there in the hot, hot sun
I know that we've got problems
I plan to address them another day
Palm trees in black and white
I see in technicolor
Maybe I'll take my glasses off
So I stop painting red flags green
Lately I've been sunning in the L.A. River bed
Wearing nothin' but the summer bruises on my knees
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
But lately, I can't see
(You wanted me sadder)
Baby (you wanted me sadder)
(You wanted me sadder)
Can't you see it?
For me, you are the one
And if I'm not the one for you
Don't just say it
I was on the stairs
Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feelin' hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
You'll braid my hair, see
Baby, if you care, then (don't you dare say)
Baby, don't you dare say (that you'll braid my hair, babe)
That you really care
Don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair
When you get home tonight
If you don't really care
Yeah, don't you dare say
That you'll braid my hair, babe
If don't really care, see
That you'll braid my hair
If you're not coming home to me
Mm-mm
You want someone sadder
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly into rain
I'm not that smart
But I've got things to say
Writer: Aljosha Frederick Konstanty, Ann Tomberlin, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Peppers
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Me and my boyfriend listen to the Chili Peppers
We write hit songs without trying like all the time, all the time
I take off all my clothes, dance naked for the neighbors
I'm like, "F*ck it, gonna give a show", I open up the blinds
I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute to yourself, skinny-dip in my mind
I'm in love
I'm in love
Got a knife in my jacket, honey, I'm divine
Baby, I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine
I'm in love
I'm in love
('Cause I'm in love)
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
I sit upskirt, I don't have much to lose
I got a dog, I take it for a midnight, a midnight drive, yeah
My boyfriend tested positive for COVID, it don't matter
We've been kissing, so whatever he has, I have, I can't cry
I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute for myself, skinny-dip in my mind
I'm in love
I'm in love
(I'm in love)
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
You know, you should, like, merge the songs (maybe you should do something like)
The Dick Dale type song (you know that song that's like)
Where like, the Wipeout I think?
You know what I'm saying? The one that's like, "Wipeout, Wipeout"
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Me and my boyfriend listen to the Chili Peppers
We write hit songs without trying like all the time, all the time
I take off all my clothes, dance naked for the neighbors
I'm like, "F*ck it, gonna give a show", I open up the blinds
I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute to yourself, skinny-dip in my mind
I'm in love
I'm in love
Got a knife in my jacket, honey, I'm divine
Baby, I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine
I'm in love
I'm in love
('Cause I'm in love)
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
I sit upskirt, I don't have much to lose
I got a dog, I take it for a midnight, a midnight drive, yeah
My boyfriend tested positive for COVID, it don't matter
We've been kissing, so whatever he has, I have, I can't cry
I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike
Take a minute for myself, skinny-dip in my mind
I'm in love
I'm in love
(I'm in love)
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
You know, you should, like, merge the songs (maybe you should do something like)
The Dick Dale type song (you know that song that's like)
Where like, the Wipeout I think?
You know what I'm saying? The one that's like, "Wipeout, Wipeout"
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie
Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere, ha
Writer: Benjamin Patrick Lysaght, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Genesis Mohanraj, Mike Hermosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Taco Truck x VB
Met my boyfriend down at the taco truck
Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff
Imagine if we actually gave a f*ck
Wouldn't that be something to talk about for us?
Caribbean blue in sweater weather
I'm fallin' into you
Although it seems I've gotten better
I can be violent too
That's why they call me Lanita
When I get down like bonita
Don't come find me in Reseda
I'll go crazy
Read my gold chain, says, "Lanita"
When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way
Blood on my feet on the street
I'm dancin' crazy
Spin it 'til you whip it into a cream, baby
Print it into black and white pages, don't faze me
Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying
I know, I know, I know that you hate me
Honey, I got up so early
And then, I got into the shower
I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half
So that rocked, um, anyway
I had this dream where, um, I don't know
(Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss)
You heard my baby's back in town now
You should come, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come, come over
Back, back to the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Oh God, I 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
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah)
Back in the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything's whatever
Oh God, I 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
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (get high)
Jealous of your love (drop acid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (never die)
Jealous of your love (not tonight, Lake Placid)
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 (oh, God, I miss you on my lips)
Jealous of your love (it's me, your little Venice bitch)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (on the stoop with the neighborhood kids)
Jealous of your love (callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss)
(Mm-mm, Lake Placid)
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
(Mm-mm)
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss
(Mm-mm)
(Yeah)
Pass me my vape, I'm feeling sick, I need to take a puff
Imagine if we actually gave a f*ck
Wouldn't that be something to talk about for us?
Caribbean blue in sweater weather
I'm fallin' into you
Although it seems I've gotten better
I can be violent too
That's why they call me Lanita
When I get down like bonita
Don't come find me in Reseda
I'll go crazy
Read my gold chain, says, "Lanita"
When I'm violent, it's Carlito's Way
Blood on my feet on the street
I'm dancin' crazy
Spin it 'til you whip it into a cream, baby
Print it into black and white pages, don't faze me
Before you talk, let me stop what you're saying
I know, I know, I know that you hate me
Honey, I got up so early
And then, I got into the shower
I was just able to go back to sleep for a hour and a half
So that rocked, um, anyway
I had this dream where, um, I don't know
(Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss)
You heard my baby's back in town now
You should come, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come, come over
Back, back to the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Oh God, I 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
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah)
Back in the garden
We're gettin' high now because we're older
Me myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything's whatever
Oh God, I 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
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss (yeah, yeah)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (get high)
Jealous of your love (drop acid)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (never die)
Jealous of your love (not tonight, Lake Placid)
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 (oh, God, I miss you on my lips)
Jealous of your love (it's me, your little Venice bitch)
If you weren't mine, I'd be (on the stoop with the neighborhood kids)
Jealous of your love (callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss)
(Mm-mm, Lake Placid)
Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss
(Mm-mm)
Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss
(Mm-mm)
(Yeah)
Writer: Elizabeth Woolridge Grant, Jack Michael Antonoff, Mike Hermosa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Blvd (stylized in sentence case) is the ninth studio album by American singer-songwriter and record producer Lana Del Rey. Released on March 24, 2023, by Interscope and Polydor Records, the album features production by Del Rey, Mike Hermosa, Jack Antonoff, Drew Erickson, Zach Dawes, and Benji. It includes collaborations with Jon Batiste, Bleachers, Father John Misty, Tommy Genesis, SYML and Riopy.
The album received critical acclaim from music critics, with most of them praising Del Rey's lyricism and the production, and some calling it her best work to date as well as her magnum opus. It was ranked amongst the best albums of 2023 by various publications. Commercially, the album topped the record charts in eight countries and reached the top-five in over 20 countries, including the United States, where it peaked at number three on US Billboard 200.
Two singles and one promotional single preceded the release of the album: the title track was released as the lead single on December 7, 2022, while "A&W" was released as the album's second on February 14, 2023. "A&W" was nominated for Song of the Year and Best Alternative Music Performance at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards. The release of the third single,"The Grants", followed one month later on March 14, 2023. The album was nominated for Album of the Year and Best Alternative Music Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards; the fourth single "Candy Necklace", released on October 6, 2023, was also nominated for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance.
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Lana Del ReyThe album received critical acclaim from music critics, with most of them praising Del Rey's lyricism and the production, and some calling it her best work to date as well as her magnum opus. It was ranked amongst the best albums of 2023 by various publications. Commercially, the album topped the record charts in eight countries and reached the top-five in over 20 countries, including the United States, where it peaked at number three on US Billboard 200.
Two singles and one promotional single preceded the release of the album: the title track was released as the lead single on December 7, 2022, while "A&W" was released as the album's second on February 14, 2023. "A&W" was nominated for Song of the Year and Best Alternative Music Performance at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards. The release of the third single,"The Grants", followed one month later on March 14, 2023. The album was nominated for Album of the Year and Best Alternative Music Album at the 66th Annual Grammy Awards; the fourth single "Candy Necklace", released on October 6, 2023, was also nominated for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance.
Genre(s): Americana, alt-pop
Producer(s): Jack Antonoff, Benji, Zach Dawes, Lana Del Rey, Drew Erickson, Mike Hermosa
Length: 77:43
Released: March 24th, 2023
Year: 2023