Okay I’m gonna go all fan girl here and I have my reasons. Stick with me even if you don’t give a single flip about Lana Del Rey. This post is going to be a little more on the power of food marketing and branding believe it or not. Why is that a good thing you may ask?? It gets you to buy shit you don’t need and didn’t even wanted in the first place. Are we slaves to the power that capitalism and a consumer economy has over us. Who the frack know but here we go….
So what is Lana Del Rey but an invention, an amalgam? What do we really know about her? She grew up Catholic, I don’t know how Catholic but there’s that. I think she writes her own songs but this persona that she portrays is some kind of bad girl noir almost hip hop gangsta super model type. Yeah I have a real hard time thinking lyrics were written by Lana or whomever like these:
My p__ tastes like Pepsi cola
My eyes are wide like cherry pies
I got sweet taste for men who are older
It’s always been so, it’s no surprise
He’s in the sky with diamonds
And he’s making me crazy (I come alive, alive)
All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby
Come on baby let’s ride..
We can escape to the great sunshine
I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind
We made it out to the other side.
—Cola, Lana
Or how about quoting Walt Whitman singing the 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, feelin’ alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind
I sing the body electric
Whitman is my daddy, Monica’s my mother
Diamonds are my bestest friend
Heaven is my baby, suicide’s her father
Opulence is the end
And lastly this…
Play house, put my favorite record on
Get down, get your crystal method on
You were like dark tan driving round the city
Flirting with the girls like you’re so pretty
Springsteen is the king don’t you think
I was like, hell yeah that guy can sing
—American, Lana
I mean she name checks The Boss!! What’s not to like? Like watching your favorite noir flick but inside your ears, all up In your head.
Lana, a good thing.
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