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Lana Del Rey

Genres: Pop

Tropico Lyrics - 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. 

 

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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 

 

Photos 

 

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) 

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