Non il ne s'agit pas d'un eargasm anglais des années 70, encore moins d'une composition orientale de l'époque de Abd El Ouahab.
Il s'agit en fait d'un nouveau né, "Ride" de Lana Del Rey. La chanteuse en elle même est une vraie artiste, ils pourront dire ce qu'ils voudront, elle ne manque pas d'ingéniosité et de beauté, c'est du rêve ce qu'elle nous offre.
Esthétique, sexy et vintage, tel est l'univers de Lana, "Ride" est sans doute un peu plus aventurier que les autres. Avec des bikers, des déserts, des mecs dangereux et des roads-trip. Filmé un peu à la Instagram, comme à l'habitude, c'est une perle cinématographique chargée d'émotions et d'histoires.
Ce clip est vraiment une évasion, Lana sait comment susciter le désir, comment réveiller en vous vos rêves enfouis. Habitée par, Dieu sait quel démon, elle vous donne l'effroyable envie de tout envoyer en l'air et de partir à l'aventure. Entre amour, alcool, colère et violence, de l'interprète de "born to die" à la voîx si envoûtante frappe fort.
Lana est une artiste, je ne cesserai de le répéter.
De nos jours consacrer 4 minutes d’introduction à un texte uniquement porté par des violons, est un réel défi, mais Lana Del Rey dégage tellement d'anbiguité et de curiosité autour de sa personne extravagante, en plus d'une réelle avidité de la voir, que le challenge semble réussi.
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.
