Ride (Instrumental) / All music rights reserved by Lana Del Rey
One day, we are all going to be mothers, and as their angel, what will you teach them? Will you teach her to tremble, or will you teach her your magic tricks? How, every month, your legs stain with blood but still somehow hold the power to bare something like you. “I promise to remind you everyday, not of your beauty, because baby, that’s already a given. Instead, I will teach you how to escape and how to find a place where you can fit in, even when that place is nowhere. I will teach you to explore even the dustiest corners of your mind.” This is my story, listen to the words, but look for yourself. “I am unwanted, undesirable, and unsatisfactory. But I am also raw; I am weak, broken and starved, but I have survived the hardest part. I hope one day you will see the things I see because there is so much beauty trapped in this rage. And maybe I am crazy, maybe I am out go my goddamn mind, but these lights casted on me are both so bright and bewildering. This glow, although bizarre, is some twisted sort of wonderful. I am a goddamn mine field and this is not craze. This is my force, my power, my passion. Cover your faces because the fire will blind you, and the lights, they will burn you. But for me, this is the best thing I’ve seen in a while. I am so blessed to have been granted these highs, because they are almost too perfect, so unrealistically realistic. “We are substance. We are the water you bleed, we are the smoke you cough up.” I’ve tried to dim my light for you, but you cannot force the sun to sleep. Keep both hands on your chest and hold onto that rage because when your skin rips itself apart and leaves you exposed that is all that will be left. Your mother, and her mother before her, they are our truth. Their truth, their pain, their love, that is all we are made up of and she has made me into a revolution. I am lost, but I am so loved. Seeking and striving, my Angels, they came just at the right time.