Lana Del Rey - Tropico (Short Film) (Explicit)

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Written by Lana and directed by Anthony Mandler, Tropico is a tale of redemption told to the music of Body Electric, Gods and Monsters and Bel Air -- all tracks taken from Lana's Born To Die -- The Paradise Edition album.

Tropico stars Lana Del Rey and Shaun Ross.

The Tropico EP is available on iTunes, featuring the full film plus Body Electric, Gods And Monsters and Bel Air from The Paradise Edition.
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Short film by Lana Del Rey performing Tropico, directed by Anthony Mandler. (C) 2013 Lana Del Rey, under exclusive licence to Polydor Ltd. (UK). Under exclusive licence to Interscope Records in the USA

"Lana Del Rey - Tropico (Explicit) (2013)"

And the spirit of John
moved upon the face of the waters.

And John said: "Let there be light".

And there was light.

And John saw that it was good.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, master of the universe,
creator of all, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Thank you.

I wanna tell you where you are at.

You're with me in this campsite.

And I am gonna teach you
how to be cowboys.

And if you wanna be tough cowboys.

I don't wanna hear you crying.
I don't wanna hear you bellyaching.

You gotta get on this horse and ride.

Don't be afraid...
Wear your boots up high, your pants low.

-Sex is a part of nature.
-And your hat in a good way.

I go along with nature.

When you get on there, don't be jerking on it.

Just ride nice and soft.

You can do it, I believe in you.

Ride with the wind,

Don't complain.

Never say you're sorry,

'cause sorry is a sign of weakness.

I don't want you
to go back to your mama.

Because I'll run you back out.

And lead us not into temptation.

I want you.

... Love you.

You are a good kid.

All you little cowboys
will do a good job for me.

Make sure you do it, pilgrim,

'cause I'll be watching you.

Life can change or a dime.

Sometimes you just have to gamble.

Yeah, baby, that's what it is.
That's what it's all about.

Amen.

Don't forget, I'll write to your mama.

"(1) Lana Del Rey - Body Electric"

Elvis is my daddy,

Marilyn's my mother,

Jesus is my bestest friend.

We don't need nobody,

'cause we got each other,

Or at least I pretend.

We get down every Friday night.

Dancing and grinding
in the pale moonlight.

Grand Ole Opry,

we're feeling' alright.

Mary prays the rosary
for my broken mind.

[I said, "dont worry about it"]

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric.

I'm on fire, sing that body electric.

Whitman is my daddy,

Monaco's my mother,

Diamonds are my bestest friend,

Heaven is my baby,

suicide's her father,

Opulence is the end.

We get down every Friday night,

Dancing and grinding in
the pale moonlight.

Grand Ole Opry,

we're feeling alright,

Mary prays the rosary
for my broken mind.

[I said, "dont worry about it"]

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric.

I'm on fire, sing that body electric.

My clothes still smell like you,

And all the photographs say that
you're still young.

I pretend I'm not hurt,

And go about the world like I'm having fun.

We get crazy every Friday night,

Drop it like it's hot
in the pale moonlight.

Grand Ole Opry, feeling alright.

Mary swaying softly
to her hearts delight.

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric,

I sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric,

Sing the body electric.

I'm on fire, sing that body electric.

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric, baby.

I sing the body electric.

The armies of those I love engirth me
and I engirth them.

they will not let me off
till I go with them,

respond to them.

Man, you've got to be crazy.

And discorrupt them,

and charge them full with
the charge of the soul.

Womanhood, and all that is a woman,

and the man that comes from woman,

The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk,
tears, laughter, weeping,

Love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,

The voice, articulation,

language,

whispering, shouting aloud,

Food, drink, pulse,
digestion, sweat, sleep,

walking, swimming,
poise on the hips,

leaping, reclining, embracing,
arm-curving and tightening,

The continual changes of
the flex of the mouth,

and around the eyes,

The skin,

the sun-burnt shade,

freckles,

hair,

The curious sympathy one feels,

when feeling with the hand
the naked meat of the body,

The circling rivers, the breath,

and breathing it in and out,

The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips,
and thence downward toward the knees,

Then thin red jellies within you, or within me

the bones, and the marrow in the bones,

the exquisite realization of health.

Oh I say, these are not the parts and
poems of the Body only,

but of the soul,

Oh I say now these are the Soul!

"(2) Gods & Monsters"

In the land of gods and monsters,

I was an angel,

Living in the garden of evil.

Screwed up, scared,
doing anything that I needed,

Shining like a fiery beacon.

You got that medicine I need.

Fame, Liquor,
Love, give it to me slowly,

Put your hands on my waist,
do it softly,

Me and God,
we don't get along, so now I sing...

"No one's gonna take my soul away".

Living like Jim Morrison,

Headed towards a fucked up holiday.

Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing:

"Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven,
what I truly want"

It's innocence lost.

Innocence lost.

In the land of gods and monsters,

I was an angel,

Looking to get fucked hard,

Like a groupie, incognito,
posing as a real singer.

Life imitates art.

You got that medicine I need,

Dope, shoot it up,
straight to the heart, please.

I don't really wanna know
what's good for me,

God's dead,
I said, "baby that's alright with me".

No one's gonna take my soul away.

Living like Jim Morrison,

Headed towards a fucked up holiday.

Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing:

"Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven,
what I truly want".

It's innocence lost.

Innocence lost.

When you talk, it's like a movie
and you're makin' me crazy,

Cause life imitates art.

If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?

You tell me, "life isn't that hard".

No one's gonna take my soul away.

Living like Jim Morrison,

Headed towards a fucked up holiday.

Motel sprees sprees and I'm singing:

"Fuck yeah give it to me this is heaven,
what I truly want".

It's innocence lost.

Innocence lost.

For I must have you or no one.

You know it's not gonna
always be this great?

Yeah.

So just chill... alright.

Yeah.

Just remember, I am always there for you.

In honor of Jack's birthday tonight,

I thought I bring somebody here tonight
that jack can jack off to.

In all due seriousness, are you ready?

Ladies.

"Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising."
(Burning Love by Elvis)

I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness,

starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the
negro streets at dawn,

looking for an angry fix,

angel-headed hipsters burning
for the ancient heavenly connection,

to the starry dynamo
in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and
hollow-eyed and high,

sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats,

floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El,
(El = elevated railway)

and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities
with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas,

and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from
the academies for crazy,

and Publishing obscene odes
on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,

burning their money in wastebaskets
and listening to the Terror through the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards
returning through Laredo,

with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels,

or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley,

death,
or purgatoried their torsos night after night,

with dreams, with drugs,
with waking nightmares.

And so,

From being created in his likeness,

to being banished from wanting
to be too much like him,

we were cast out,

and the Garden of Eden,
transformed into the garden of evil.

Los Angeles.

The City of Angels.
A land of gods and monsters.

The in between realm, where only
the choices made from your freewill,

will decide your soul's final fate.

Some poets called it
the entrance to the underworld,

but on some summer nights,

it could feel like paradise.

Paradise lost.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.

Master of universe, creator of all,
forgive us our sins.

Dear John, forgive us our sins.
Dear John...

(John Wayne's "America, Why I Love Her", 1973)

You ask me why I love her?
Well, give me time, I'll explain.

Have you ever seen a Kansas sunset or
an Arizona rain?

Have you ever drifted on
a bayou down Louisiana way?

Or watched a cold fog come
drifting in over San Francisco Bay?

Have you heard a Bobwhite calling
in the Carolina pines?

Or heard the bellow of a diesel
in the Appalachia mines?

Does the call of Niagara thrill you
when you hear her waters roar?

Or do you look in awe and wonder
Massachusetts shore

where brave new men
first stepped on Plymouth Rock?

And do you think of them
when you stroll along a New York City dock?

Have you seen a snowflake drifting
in the Rockies way up high?

Or seen the sun come blazing down
from a bright Nevada sky?

Do you hail to the Columbia
as she rushes to the sea?

Or bow your head at Gettysburg in our...
struggle to be free?

You ask me why I love her?...

I've got a million reasons why.

It's my beautiful America...

beneath Gods' wide, wide sky.

"(3) Bel Air"

Gargoyles standing
the front of your gate.

Trying to tell me to wait,
But I can't wait to see you.

So, I run like I'm mad to heaven's door.

I don't wanna be bad,
I won't cheat you no more.

Roses, Bel Air, take me there,

I've been waiting to meet you.

Palm trees in the light,
I can see late at night.

Darling, I'm waiting to greet you,

Come to me, baby.

Spotlight, Bad Baby,
you've got a flair

for the violentest kind of
love anywhere out there.

Mon amour, sweet child of mine,

You're divine.

Didn't anyone ever tell you,
it's ok to shine?

Roses, Bel Air, take me there,

I've been waiting to meet you.

Palm trees in the light,
I can see late at night.

Darling, I'm waiting to greet you,

Come to me, baby.

Don't be afraid of me,
don't be ashamed.

Walk in the way of my soft resurrection.

Idol of roses, iconic soul.

I know your name.

Lead me to war with
your brilliant direction.

Roses, Bel Air, take me there,

I've been waiting to meet you.

Palm trees in the light,
I can see late at night.

Darling, I'm waiting to greet you,

Come to me, baby.

Roses, Bel Air, take me there,

I've been waiting to meet you

Grenadine, sunshine
can you fade inside of mine.

Darling, I'm waiting to greet you,

Come to me baby.

You are always on my mind.

You are always on my mind.

Typed, Corrected & Synchronized By : Reza Fa