While you make pretty speeches,
I’m being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions—
a delicate balance.
— Radiohead, “Like Spinning Plates”
I have just—theories like that…which means I probably should be sectioned, but…
…you know, that’s the way it is. But, um, also, I’m not a pessimist. I feel positive because I have to be positive; and also, I think when it comes down to it, it’s all about how we should be caring for each other, and how we interact, and how we connect with each other, and blah blah blah, hippie bollocks.
And also about—how do I say this without sounding really revolting?—you have to get up every day and have love in your heart. There you go. I sound like some sort of lunatic..ha.
— Thom Yorke, on decidedly “bleak” lyrics and ideas about the state of the world we inhabit

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
Is 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 that 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, speed, sprees and I’m singing

Fuck yeah, give it to me
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost.
Innocence lost.

When you talk, it’s like a movie and you’re making 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
I’m living like Jim Morrison
Headed towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, speed, sprees, and I’m singing

Fuck yeah, give it to me
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost.
Innocence lost.

//Lana Del Rey, Gods & Monsters