Lolita

 

This week a personal favourite of mine from Lana Del Rey, Lolita. Of course, I love Serial Killer, too, but this one takes the spot for the preferred song on the playlist.

Lolita
By: Lana Del Rey

One, one

Would you be mine? Would you be my baby tonight?
Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine
‘Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don’t you know?
It’s you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes

Kiss me in the d-a-r-k dark tonight
D-a-r-k do it my way
Kiss me in the p-a-r-k park tonight
P-a-r-k let them all say

Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I’m not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I’m not gonna say

No more skipping rope, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown
Just you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down

I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight
Topple you down from your sky forty stories high
Shining like a God, can’t believe I got you and so
Look at what I bought, not a second thought, oh, Romeo

Kiss me in the d-a-r-k dark tonight
D-a-r-k do it my way
Kiss me in the p-a-r-k park tonight
P-a-r-k let them all say

Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I’m not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I’m not gonna say

No more skipping rope, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown
Just you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down

I want my cake and I want to eat it too
I want to have fun and be in love with you
I know that I’m a mess with my long hair and my sun tan, short dress, bare feet
I don’t care what they say about me, what they say about me
Because I know that it’s L.O.V.E.
You make me happy, you make me happy
And I never listen to anyone
Let them all say

Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
I know what the boys want, I’m not gonna play
Hey, Lolita, hey
Hey, Lolita, hey
Whistle all you want but I’m not gonna say

No more skipping rope, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown
Just you and me feeling the heat even when the sun goes down

 

Hotel California

This song is perfect to listen to when reading. Also, I’ve just gotten into the Avatar fandom and is currently just really sad about having missed the best fic in the fandom because it was taken down :C


Hotel California
By: Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax, ” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! “

The Broken Ones

This is one song that rang true with quite a few of the stories I’ve been reading recently. Listen to the song – it’s really beautiful.


The Broken Ones
By: Dia Frampton

I know they’ve hurt you bad.
Why hide the scars you have?
Baby let me straighten out your broken bones,
All your faults/flaws to me make you more beautiful.

I can’t help it,
I love the broken ones,
The ones who
Need the most patching up.
The ones who
Never been loved,
Never been loved,
Never been loved enough.
Maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece always trying to fit in.
The shattered heart
Hungry for a home.
No, you’re not alone.
I love the broken ones.

You don’t have to drive,
With your headlights off.
It’s a pocket knife,
Not a gift from God.
Don’t you learn of love from the love they kept.
I will be your anchor slowly,
Step by step.

I can’t help it,
I love the broken ones,
The ones who
Need the most patching up.
The ones who
Never been loved,
Never been loved,
Never been loved enough.
Maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece always trying to fit in.
The shattered heart
Hungry for a home.
No you’re not alone.
I love the broken ones.
I love the broken ones.

Maybe we can rip off the bandage.
Maybe you will see it for what it is.
Maybe we can burn this building,
Holding you in.

I can’t help it,
I love the broken ones,
The ones who
Need the most patching up.
The ones who
Never been loved,
Never been loved,
Never been loved enough.
Maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece always trying to fit in.
The shattered heart
Hungry for a home.
No you’re not alone.
I love the broken ones.
I love the broken ones.
I love the broken ones.
I love the broken ones.

Back Now

So I’ve been gone for really long – between NaNoWriMo and my relatives in a place with spotty wifi at best and none most of the time, there really was not much for me to put up here.

On the track, for NaNoWriMo, I’ve tried it with an original story this year, in fact, with the draft outline I posted a while back, but I really lost steam barely a third through the month, and no matter how much I tried, it just stayed there – I chugged on, obviously, but I barely made the mark.

So I guess what I’m likely saying now is that I’ve completely lost interest in my own story. Which means that it would not only be boring me.

It’s kind of sad, now that I think of it, but I’ll just let it sit for a year, maybe two, until I hit upon something.

On the brighter side, I have more ideas, now, for stuff, and I know what I don’t like writing. Yay!

And I’ll be back to regular updates, too. Wednesdays with lyrics and Saturdays/Sundays with whatever comes to mind.