Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, You know you made my eyes burn.
I’m a born and bred Metalhead, but I’m a music lover first and foremost.
I’ve only within the past year or so started listening to Lana Del Rey, but her hauntingly beautiful voice draws me in when I’m feeling either content or pessimistically melancholy…and sometimes even at the same time. I’ve read her described as “Gangster Nancy Sinatra.” Personally, I wholeheartedly agree. Not even Samuel Jackson can make the word “Motherfucker” sound so smoothly rolled off the tongue.
Blue Jeans is the song of my now while I’m coping with some difficult life decisions.
Take a listen with me.
I will love you ’til the end of time.
I would wait a million years.
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine.
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before.
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember, oh baby ooh
I will love you ’til the end of time.I told you that no matter what you did, I’d be by your side
Cause Imma ride or die
Whether you fail or fly.
Well, shit. At least you tried.
She reminds me a lot of Marianne Faithful voice-wise or even some of Stevie Nicks’ more mellow stuff. A fashion model turned acoustic low-fi pop folk act is both music to the eyes and ears.