An interpretation of "Get Free" by Lana Del Rey
Finally, I'm crossing the threshold
From the ordinary world
To the reveal of my heart
Undoubtedly, that will for certain
Take the dead out of the sea
And the darkness from the arts
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This is my commitment
My modern manifesto
I'm doing it for all of us
Who never got the chance
For [Whitney] For [Amy] (shut up, shut up)
And all my birds of paradise (shut up, shut up)
Who never got to fly at night (shut up, shut up)
'Cause they were caught up in the dance
šš¦š šš¦šŗ šŖš“ š“šµš¢šµšŖšÆšØ šµš©š¢šµ š“š©š¦ š©š¢š“ š®š¢š„š¦ šŖšµ š©š¦š³ š®šŖš“š“šŖš°šÆ šµš° š£š¦ šµš³š¶š¦ šŖšÆ š©š¦š³ š¢š³šµ š§š°š³š® š£šŗ š£š¦šŖšÆšØ š©š°šÆš¦š“šµ šøšŖšµš© š©š¦š³š“š¦šš§ š¢šÆš„ š¤š³š¦š¢šµšŖšÆšØ š§š³š°š® šµš©š¢šµ š±šš¢š¤š¦. šš©š¦ š³š¦š¤š°šØšÆšŖš»š¦š“ šµš©š¢šµ š„š¶š¦ šµš° šµš©š¦ šŖšÆš§šš¶š¦šÆš¤š¦š“ š°š§ š“š°š¤šŖš¦šµšŗ šµš©š¦š³š¦ š¢š³š¦ š¤š³š¦š¢šµšŖš·š¦š“ šøš©š° š¢š³š¦ š£š¢š³š³š¦š„ š§š³š°š® šµš©š¢šµ š§š³š¦š¦š„š°š® š£š¦š¤š¢š¶š“š¦ šµš©š¦šŗ š©š¢š·š¦ šÆš°šµ š£š¦š¦šÆ šŗš¦šµ š¢š£šš¦ šµš° š£š³š¦š¢š¬ š§š³š¦š¦ š§š³š°š® šµš©š¦ š£š°š¹š¦š“ š¦šÆš¤šš°š“š¦š„ š¢š³š°š¶šÆš„ šµš©š¦š®. šš©š¦ ššŗš³šŖš¤š“ šŖšÆ š±š¢š³š¦šÆšµš©š¦š“š¦š“ š¢š³š¦ š£š¢š¤š¬šØš³š°š¶šÆš„ š·š°š¤š¢šš“ š¦š¤š©š°šŖšÆšØ "š“š©š¶šµ š¶š±" š¢šš®š°š“šµ š¢š“ šŖš§ šµš° š¢šµšµš¦š®š±šµ šµš° š“šŖšš¦šÆš¤š¦ š©š¦š³ š§š³š°š® š±š¶šµšµšŖšÆšØ šµš° šøš°š³š„š“ šµš©šŖš“ š§š³š¢š®š¦ š°š§ šµš©šŖšÆš¬šŖšÆšØ. ššÆ š“š°š¤šŖš¦šµšŗ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµš“ šµš©š¢šµ š“šµš³š¢šŗ š¢šøš¢šŗ š§š³š°š® š®š¢š«š°š³šŖšµšŗ šµš©šŖšÆš¬šŖšÆšØ š¤š¢šÆ š“š°š®š¦šµšŖš®š¦š“ š£š¦ š„šŖš“š¤š¢š³š„š¦š„ š“š° šŖš§ šøš¦ š¢š³š¦ šÆš°šµ š¤š¢š³š¦š§š¶š šøš¦ š§š¢šš šŖšÆšµš° š¢ šš°šµ š°š§ šØš³š°š¶š± šµš©šŖšÆš¬ šøš©šŖš¤š© š¤š¢šÆ šµš¢š¬š¦ š¢šøš¢šŗ š°š¶š³ š¢š¶šµš°šÆš°š®šŗ š¢šÆš„ šš¦š¢š„ š¶š“ š°šÆ š„š°šøšÆ š¢ š±š¢šµš© šøš¦ šÆš¦š·š¦š³ š¤š°šÆš“š¤šŖš°š¶š“ššŗ š„š¦š¤šŖš„š¦š„ šµš° šØš° š„š°šøšÆ. šš©šŖš“ š¤š¢šÆ šš¦š¢š·š¦ š¶š“ š„šŖš“šŖššš¶š“šŖš°šÆš¦š„ š¢šÆš„ šš°š“šµ.
Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind
I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone's game, or live my own life
And now I do, I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black)
Into the blue (into the blue)
šš©š¦š³š¦ š¢š³š¦ šµšŖš®š¦š“ šøš©š¦šÆ šøš¦ š©š¢š·š¦ š¤š°šÆšµš³š¢š„šŖš¤šµšŖšÆšØ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµš“ šµš©š¢šµ š¤š¢šÆšÆš°šµ š¤š°š¦š¹šŖš“šµ š¢šÆš„ š£š¢šµšµšš¦ šøšŖšµš© š¦š¢š¤š© š°šµš©š¦š³ š¢šÆš„ šŖšµ š¤š³š¦š¢šµš¦š“ š¤š°šØšÆšŖšµšŖš·š¦ š„šŖš“š“š°šÆš¢šÆš¤š¦ š¢š“ šøš¦ š¢š³š¦ šÆš°šµ š¢š£šš¦ šµš° š¤š°š®š¦ šµš° š¢ š¤š°šÆš“š¦šÆš“š¶š“ š°š§ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµ. šš©šŖš“ š³š¦š“š¶ššµš“ šŖšÆ š„šŖš“š¤š°š®š§š°š³šµ š¢šÆš„ š£š¦š¤š°š®š¦š“ š§š¦š³šµšŖšš¦ šØš³š°š¶šÆš„š“ š§š°š³ š¢ššŖš¦šÆ š°š±šŖšÆšŖš°šÆš“ šµš° šØš³š°šø š¢šÆš„ š°š·š¦š³š³š¶šÆ. šš¢šÆš¢ š©š¢š“ š§šŖšÆš¢šššŗ š£š³š°š¬š¦šÆ š§š³š¦š¦ š§š³š°š® šµš©šŖš“ š¤š°šÆšµšŖšÆš¶š°š¶š“ š¤š°šÆš§ššŖš¤šµ š£šŗ š³š¦š§š¶š“šŖšÆšØ šµš° š±šš¢šŗ š£šŗ šµš³š¢š„šŖšµšŖš°šÆš¢š š³š¶šš¦š“ š¢šÆš„ š±š³š¦š„š¦š“šµšŖšÆš¦š„ ššŖš§š¦ š±šš¢šÆš“ šµš©š¢šµ š©š¢š·š¦ š®š¢š„š¦ š©š¦š³ š§š¦š¦š ššŖš¬š¦ š¢ š±šŖš¦š¤š¦ šŖšÆ š“š°š®š¦š°šÆš¦ š¦šš“š¦'š“ šØš¢š®š¦. šš“ šŖš§ š“š©š¦ šøš¢š“ š¢ š±š³š¦-š±š³š°šØš³š¢š®š®š¦š„ š„š³š°šÆš¦, š¢šÆš„ šÆš°šµ š¢šÆ šŖšÆš„šŖš·šŖš„š¶š¢š š§š¶šššŗ š¤š¢š±š¢š£šš¦ š°š§ šŖšÆš„š¦š±š¦šÆš„š¦šÆšµ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµ. šš©šŖš“ š“š¦šš§ š„šŖš“š¤š°š·š¦š³šŗ š¦šÆš¢š£šš¦š“ š©š¦š³ šµš° š“š¦š¦ ššŖš§š¦ šŖšÆ š¢ š®š°š³š¦ š¤š°šš°š³š§š¶š š¢šÆš„ š£š¢šš¢šÆš¤š¦š„ šøš¢šŗ.
Finally, gone is the burden
Of the Crowley way of being
That comes from energies combined
Like my part was I
Was not discerning
And you, as we found out
Were not in your right mind
šš³š°šøšš¦šŗ šøš¢š“ š¢ 20šµš© š¤š¦šÆšµš¶š³šŗ š°š¤š¤š¶ššµšŖš“šµ šøš©š°'š“ "šš° šš©š¢šµ šš©š°š¶ ššŖššµ" š“š¤š©š°š°š š°š§ š§š³š¦š¦ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµ šøš¢š“ š·š¦š³šŗ š±š°š±š¶šš¢š³ š¢š®š°šÆšØš“šµ š®š¶š“šŖš¤šŖš¢šÆš“ šŖšÆ šµš©š¦ 90'š“ š¢šÆš„ š¦š·š¦šÆ š±š³š¦š“š¦šÆšµššŗ (šš¦š„ š”š¦š±š±ššŖšÆ, šš©š¦ šš¦š¢šµšš¦š“). šš¦ šŖšÆš¤š°š³š±š°š³š¢šµš¦š„ š·š¢š³šŖš°š¶š“ šŖš„š¦š¢š“ š§š³š°š® šøš¦š“šµš¦š³šÆ š¢šÆš„ š¦š¢š“šµš¦š³šÆ š³š¦ššŖšØšŖš°šÆš“ š£šš¦šÆš„šŖšÆšØ šµš©š¦ š®š¢šÆšŖš±š¶šš¢šµšŖš·š¦ šÆš¢šµš¶š³š¦ š°š§ š³š¦ššŖšØšŖš°š¶š“ šµš³š¢š„šŖšµšŖš°šÆš“ šøšŖšµš© šµš©š¦ š±š¢š³š¢š„š°š¹šŖš¤š¢š š§š³š¦š¦ š¦š¹š±š³š¦š“š“šŖš°šÆ š°š§ š“š¦šš§ šµš©š°š¶šØš©šµ š§š°š³š®šŖšÆšØ š¢ š±š³š°šØš³š¦š“š“šŖš·š¦ š“š¦š¦š®šŖšÆšØ š“šµšŗšš¦ š°š§ š®š¦šÆšµš¢š š£š°šÆš„š¢šØš¦ šµš©š¢šµ ššš š„š¦š±šŖš¤šµš“, š±š³š¦š“š¦šÆšµš¦š„ šŖšµš“š¦šš§ š¢š“ š¦š®š¢šÆš¤šŖš±š¢šµšŖš°šÆ. ššŖšµš© šµš©šŖš“ š„šŖš“š¤š°š·š¦š³šŗ š“š©š¦ š³š¦š¢ššŖš»š¦š„ šµš©š¢šµ š¢ššµš©š°š¶šØš© šŖšµ š“š¦š¦š®š¦š„ š¢š“ šŖš§ š“š©š¦ šøš¢š“ š§š³š¦š¦ š“š©š¦ šøš¢š“ š“šŖš®š±ššŗ ššŖš·šŖšÆšØ š¤š°šÆšµš³š¢š„šŖš¤šµš°š³šŗ šµš° š“š°š¤šŖš¦šµš¢š šÆš°š³š®š“ š³š¢šµš©š¦š³ šµš©š¢šÆ š¤š°šÆšÆš¦š¤šµšŖšÆšØ šøšŖšµš© šµš©š¦ š·š¦š³š“šŖš°šÆ š°š§ š©š¦š³š“š¦šš§ šµš©š¢šµ š©š¢š“ šÆš°šµ š£š¦š¦šÆ šŖšÆš§šš¶š¦šÆš¤š¦š„ š¢šÆš„ š±š³š¦š„š¦š“šµšŖšÆš¦š„ šŖšÆš“šµš¦š¢š„ š°š±šµšŖšÆšØ šµš° ššŖš·š¦ šŖšÆ š¢ šøš°š³šš„ šŖšÆ šøš©šŖš¤š© š“š©š¦ š±š¢š·š¦š“ š©š¦š³ š°šøšÆ š±š¢šµš©.
There's no more chasing rainbows
And hoping for an end to them
Their arches are illusions
Solid at first glance
But then you try to touch them (touch, touch)
There's nothing to hold on to (hold, hold)
The colors used to lure you in (shut up, shut up)
And put you in a trance (ah, ah, ah, yeah)
šš©š¦ š©š¢š“ š„šŖš“š¤š°š·š¦š³š¦š„ šµš©š¢šµ š³š¦š¢ššŖšµšŖš¦š“ š¢š³š¦ š°šÆššŗ š¢ š¤š³š¦š¢šµšŖš°šÆ š°š§ š°š¶š³ š¤š°šÆš“šŖš¤š°š¶š“ šµš©š¢šµ š°š¶š³ š±š¦š³š¤š¦š±šµšŖš°šÆš“ š¤š³š¦š¢šµš¦š“ š©š°šø šøš¦ šµš¢š¬š¦ šŖšÆ šøš©š¢šµ šµš©š¦ šøš°š³šš„ š±š³š¦š“š¦šÆšµš“ šµš° š¶š“. ššµ š“š¦š¦š®š“ šµš° š£š¦ š“š¦šÆš“šŖš£šš¦ š¢šµ š§šŖš³š“šµ š¢šÆš„ šµš³š¶š¦ š£š¶šµ š¶š±š°šÆ š§š¶š³šµš©š¦š³ šŖšÆš“š±š¦š¤šµšŖš°šÆ šøš¦ š³š¦š¢ššŖš»š¦ šŖšµ šŖš“ š¢ š§š°š³š¦š·š¦š³ š¦š·š°šš·šŖšÆšØ š¦š¹šŖš“šµš¦šÆš¤š¦. šš©š¦ š±š³š°š®šŖš“š¦ š°š§ š¢šÆ š¦š“šµš¢š£ššŖš“š©š¦š„ š¤š°šÆš¤šš¶š“šŖš°šÆ š°š§ š¢ š©š¢š±š±šŗ, š³šŖš¤š© ššŖš§š¦ š©šŗš±šÆš°šµšŖš»š¦š“ š¶š“ š¢šÆš„ šŖšÆš§šš¶š¦šÆš¤š¦š“ š°š¶š³ š„š¢šŗ šµš° š„š¢šŗ š¤š©š°šŖš¤š¦š“. šš¶šµ š“š©š¦ š©š¢š“ š³š¦š·š¦š¢šš¦š„ šŖšµ šŖš“ š«š¶š“šµ š¢ š§šŖšØš®š¦šÆšµ š°š§ š°š¶š³ š¤š°šÆš¤š¦š±šµšŖš°šÆ.
Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride
I never really noticed that I had to decide
To play someone's game or live my own life
And now I do
I wanna move
Out of the black (out of the black)
Into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black)
Into the blue (into the blue)
Out of the black (out of the black)
Into the blue (into the blue)