Le clip du jour : Ride de Lana Del Rey

OK. C’est  vrai, je rigole beaucoup en voyant les affiches H&M de Lana Del Rey. Elle ne ressemble à rien du tout, et puis ses ongles verts et trop longs me font toujours aussi peur. Par contre, là où je ne rigole plus du tout c’est quand je regarde ses clips. On peut dire tout ce qu’on veut sur cette nenette, mais ses vidéos défoncent tout. Des clips bricolés du début aux vidéos plus abouties réalisées par Y. Lemoine (Woodkid), il y en a pas un que je n’ai pas aimé. Le dernier en date, c’est Ride, dévoilé ce matin même.

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Esthétique léchée et vintage, des bikers, un désert, Lana Del Rey tour à tour, chanteuse de cabaret très  Jessica Rabbit, Lana en indienne, Lana en jolie lolita…de l’amour, des morts, de la folie, un beau road-trip… C’est tout l’univers romantico-mélancolique et très cinématographique de la jeune fille qu’on retrouve dans ce clip de dix minutes. Rien que ça ! Un clip qui commence par une longue tirade, assez émouvante  sur la liberté, la jeunesse, l’amour…

 

Sinon, voici le texte de la demoiselle :

I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to kno found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art.

Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become.
I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever —
I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself — I ride. I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I have.
I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

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Une pensée sur “Le clip du jour : Ride de Lana Del Rey

  • 12 octobre 2012 à 17 h 25 min
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    Putain c’est sublime… et je crois que si j’avais pas vu le clip – l’univers qu’elle développe derrière ce morceau – j’en aurais pas saisi la puissance.
    C’est vraiment con qu’elle arrête de chanter

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