The lyric where she sings “Lana how I hate those guys” is one of the most serotonin inducing moments of the album. The final song on the standard edition of BTD, This Is What Makes Us Girls is a high school coming of age film in a pop package and a reflection on Lana’s rebellious teenage years back in Lake Placid (she was actually sent away to boarding school by her family to try and combat the behaviour).
It’s so many stereotypical Lana Del Rey tropes all bundled into one package, a dark cinematic melodrama about wishing you were dead and lover’s that have left. Dark Paradiseĭark Paradise sounds like it’s been written by one of those TikTokkers that create songs in the style of artist’s trademark styles. I love how Lana uses her baby voice on this track – such a trademark of the era. Million Dollar Man is at its best when Lana sings it live, occasionally belting the final chorus up the octave and leaning into a really theatrical performance. It kind of reminds me of the way Rihanna sounds drunk when she sings Love On The Brain. Non canonical of course, but it’s always felt SO James Bond to me. Carmen is so dated, but I adored it when the album first came out. The thing about Born To Die is it’s so iconic and we look back with such nostalgia, but the fact of the matter is it’s often a real mess. Can you imagine? Everyone would just be silently and awkwardly watching me and my new husband sway to a saccharine song that has the ugliest cymbal crash in the world stomping all over its chorus. I’m laughing a lot thinking about 16 year old me hearing this and saying it’s going to be my first dance song at my wedding. The lyrics are crap, the melody unlikeable, the chorus shouty and annoying and the production tinny.
I also think it’s not just the worst song on Born To Die, but the worst song in the entire Lana Del Rey discography. It was my worst song on the record 10 years ago and it’s my worst song on it now. Here’s every song on Born To Die by Lana Del Rey reflectively ranked, a birthday present from me to an album that I’ve listened to more than literally any other album. I’d never so quickly felt like I’d found an artist I was going to spend the rest of my life being obsessed with.ġ0 years later, and the Born To Die era easily defined and soundtracked an entire generation coming of age, and left in its wake a new cohort of alt-pop female artists who cite it as the reason they now make the music they do. I remember going straight to YouTube and soaking in every Lana Del Rey song I could find – Video Games, Born To Die, Blue Jeans. Lana Del Rey practically radiated star quality off the print, blood running down her face in a tiara wearing cover shoot that was paying homage to Carrie. One month, the cover star was a woman I’d never seen or heard of before but was instantly enamoured with. I found Q to be a bit white-men-with-guitars leaning for my taste, but I always read it nonetheless.
I soaked in my secondhand music journalism about a month after everybody else because of this.
My dad didn’t have a music magazine subscription, but every month, his mate would shove a crumpled up and well read copy of last month’s Q magazine through the door.
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