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Ride Monologue - Lana Del Rey

1) The speaker was in the winter of her life and found her only summer through the men she met along the road who she briefly belonged to. 2) She spent three years touring endlessly, sustaining herself through memories as her only real happy times were in the past as a less popular singer. 3) Now she believes in the freedom of the open road and rides to escape her darkest fantasies and past, finding freedom in living fast, dying young, and being wild.

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Ride Monologue - Lana Del Rey

1) The speaker was in the winter of her life and found her only summer through the men she met along the road who she briefly belonged to. 2) She spent three years touring endlessly, sustaining herself through memories as her only real happy times were in the past as a less popular singer. 3) Now she believes in the freedom of the open road and rides to escape her darkest fantasies and past, finding freedom in living fast, dying young, and being wild.

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Porquerino, Gia Layne C.

IV – BSA

Ride Monologue – Lana Del Rey

I was in the winter of my life Because I was born to be the other woman
And the men I met along the road were my only Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone
summer Who had nothing, who wanted everything
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing With a fire for every experience and an obsession
and laughing and crying with them for freedom
Three years down the line of being on an endless That terrified me to the point that I couldn't even
world tour talk about it
And my memories of them were the only things that And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that
sustained me both dazzled and dizzied me
And my only real happy times Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people
I was a singer, not a very popular one And finally I did
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet On the open road
But upon an unfortunate series of events We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we
Saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million desired anymore
stars in the night sky Except to make our lives into a work of art
That I wished on over and over again, sparkling and Live fast
broken Die young
But I didn't really mind because I knew that Be wild
It takes getting everything you ever wanted And have fun
And then losing it to know what true freedom is I believe in the country America used to be
When the people I used to know found out what I I believe in the person I want to become
had been doing I believe in the freedom of the open road
How I had been living, they asked me why And my motto is the same as ever
But there's no use in talking to people who have a "I believe in the kindness of strangers"
home And when I'm at war with myself
They have no idea what its like to seek safety in I ride
other people I just ride
For home to be wherever you lie your head Who are you?
I was always an unusual girl Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul Have you created a life for yourself where you can
No moral compass pointing me due north experience them?
No fixed personality I have
Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as I am so undeniably crazy
wavering as the ocean But I am free
And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way
I'd be lying

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