Lana Del Rey - hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it

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  • Alia Wilkinson
    Alia Wilkinson  21 hours back

    I like how Lizzy Grant she looks here

    • Michael S
      Michael S  1 days back

      What a fu** awesome voice!

      • francesca quieros
        francesca quieros  1 days back

        this gave me nostalgia for a time i’ve never lived

        • exper5
          exper5  2 days back

          amazing

          • HOT MUZIK
            HOT MUZIK  2 days back

            she does anything she wants, even the name of the songs. I love you Lana :)))

            • Sofia Scarpetta
              Sofia Scarpetta  2 days back

              TE AMOOO TE AMO TANTOOOOO!!!!

              • Just A Girl
                Just A Girl  2 days back

                **Writing in blood on my walls cuz the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad**

                • Norrri Ambare
                  Norrri Ambare  3 days back

                  Drop the album please sis

                  • Gordon Jenkins
                    Gordon Jenkins  3 days back

                    "A little bit of knowledge

                    Can be a dangerous thing;

                    Or it can be a vibrant seed

                    Giving rise to verdant forests

                    And awakening sleeping giants."


                    From Chan Thoma - The Adam and Eve Story
                    https://ia801506.us.archive.org/25/items/ChanThomasTheAdamAndEveStoryTheHistoryOfCataclysms1993FullUNCENSORED/%5BeBook%5D%20Chan%20Thomas%20-%20The%20Adam%20And%20Eve%20Story%20-%20The%20History%20Of%20Cataclysms%20%281993%20Full%20UNCENSORED%29.pdf

                    • Pneu Michelin
                      Pneu Michelin  3 days back

                      Raya del guey somptuous

                      • Kleki
                        Kleki  3 days back

                        I hate boys :(

                        • A mermaid
                          A mermaid  3 days back

                          🌟🎴❄

                          • حيدر haydar
                            حيدر haydar  3 days back

                            💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

                            • Bethy Styles
                              Bethy Styles  3 days back

                              Hey guys I just covered this song on my channel! I hope you guys will check it out! I also have covers to Video games and Venice bitch! Thank you so much!

                              • Pedro H. Serpa
                                Pedro H. Serpa  4 days back

                                She protecc
                                She attacc
                                But most importantly
                                She has hope

                                • emo tears
                                  emo tears  5 days back

                                  Lyrics! (Enjoy!)

                                  I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
                                  Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
                                  All of these debutantes
                                  Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
                                  But I'm not, baby, I'm not
                                  No, I'm not, that, I'm not

                                  I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                  24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                  Writing in blood on the walls
                                  'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
                                  Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
                                  But at best, I can say I'm not sad
                                  'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                  Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

                                  I had fifteen-year dances
                                  Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
                                  Spilling my guts with the Bowery bums
                                  Is the only love I've ever known
                                  Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
                                  Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the Triad
                                  Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
                                  Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"

                                  I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
                                  Like a goddamn near sociopath
                                  Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
                                  Got this black narcissist off my back
                                  She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
                                  So there's no more to say about that
                                  Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                  Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

                                  There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
                                  Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
                                  A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
                                  Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
                                  A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

                                  I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                  24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                  Writing in blood on your walls
                                  'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
                                  They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
                                  But at best, you can see I'm not sad
                                  But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                  Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

                                  Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                  But I have it
                                  Yeah, I have it
                                  Yeah, I have it
                                  I have

                                  • Theo S
                                    Theo S  5 days back

                                    Jack Antonoff playing the piano

                                    • SportsGamez Montage
                                      SportsGamez Montage  6 days back

                                      I would like to thanks Lanna for touching my soul.

                                      • S D
                                        S D  6 days back

                                        love

                                        • Just A Girl
                                          Just A Girl  7 days back

                                          I love how she referred to church basement romances = AA meetings, usually held in church basements, then spilling her guts with the Bowery bums (those who she assumably shared with in regards to the same) I knew she was referring to her past with battling alcohol, but when I actually thought about it I'm just like wow can this woman be any more brilliant in her artist analogies?! Lana I love you so much, you are so strong and beautiful, Queen 💕🤗🌹

                                          • user
                                            user  1 weeks back

                                            One of her most poetic songs.

                                            • Caroline Rodrigues
                                              Caroline Rodrigues  1 weeks back

                                              I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
                                              Maybe if I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
                                              All of these debutantes
                                              Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
                                              But I'm not, baby, I'm not
                                              No, I'm not that, I'm not

                                              I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                              24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                              Writing in blood on my walls
                                              'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
                                              Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
                                              But at best I can say I'm not sad
                                              'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                              Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

                                              I had fifteen-year dances
                                              Church basement romances, yeah, I've got
                                              Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
                                              Is the only love I've ever known
                                              Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
                                              Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
                                              Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
                                              Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say: Hi, Dad

                                              I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
                                              Like a goddamn near sociopath
                                              Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
                                              Got this black narcissist off my back
                                              She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
                                              So there's no more to say about that
                                              Except: Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                              Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past

                                              There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
                                              Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
                                              A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
                                              Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
                                              A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off

                                              I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                              24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                              Writing in blood on your walls
                                              'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
                                              They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
                                              But at best, you can see I'm not sad
                                              But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                              Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

                                              Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                              But I have it
                                              Yeah, I have it
                                              Yeah, I have it
                                              I have

                                              • Matheus Telles
                                                Matheus Telles  1 weeks back

                                                Brasil 🇧🇷 alguém ?

                                                • cynthia flores
                                                  cynthia flores  1 weeks back

                                                  😭

                                                  • efdea
                                                    efdea  1 weeks back

                                                    I'm sad

                                                    • Mariana Rodrigues
                                                      Mariana Rodrigues  1 weeks back

                                                      In terms of lyrics, the main emotion of this song reminds me of a lot of Gods & Monsters (except I personally think the last one has a better deliver). Nonetheless, it's very beautiful...

                                                      • Sir Sheoldieayto Sir Solosveros Sunwoo De Solomon

                                                        Yo Next True King Of Israel Here - #Solosveros #HebrewReaper World War 3 Soon - Im Your Boss #Hope

                                                        • NAOMESIS
                                                          NAOMESIS  1 weeks back

                                                          Sylvia Plath poem

                                                          I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
                                                          With tigery stripes, and a face on it
                                                          Round as the moon, to stare up.
                                                          I want to be looking at them when they come
                                                          Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
                                                          I see them already -- the pale, star-distance faces.
                                                          Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
                                                          I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
                                                          They will wonder if I was important.
                                                          I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
                                                          My mirror is clouding over --
                                                          A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
                                                          The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.

                                                          I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
                                                          In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can't stop it.
                                                          One day it won't come back. Things aren't like that.
                                                          They stay, their little particular lusters
                                                          Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
                                                          When the soles of my feet grow cold,
                                                          The blue eye of my tortoise will comfort me.
                                                          Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
                                                          Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
                                                          They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
                                                          Under my feet in a neat parcel.
                                                          I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark,
                                                          And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.

                                                          Last words

                                                          • Kak7uS
                                                            Kak7uS  1 weeks back

                                                            the way she says ''fucking'' is insane , it makes this word so beautiful

                                                            • exo’s Love shot
                                                              exo’s Love shot  1 weeks back

                                                              If she isn’t my mother then explain how she puts me to sleep every night after a tiring day

                                                              • Damla mon
                                                                Damla mon  1 weeks back

                                                                no tears left to cry.

                                                                • heckles
                                                                  heckles  1 weeks back

                                                                  i need this song in my night playlist.

                                                                  • heckles
                                                                    heckles  1 weeks back

                                                                    hope is a dangerous for a human like me to have. but i have it..🌿

                                                                    • heckles
                                                                      heckles  1 weeks back

                                                                      🌷🌿

                                                                      • Davis E
                                                                        Davis E  1 weeks back

                                                                        A melancholy song with a bit of positivity at the end..because, she says despite everything she STILL has hope...

                                                                        • Chaos
                                                                          Chaos  1 weeks back

                                                                          She has a very distinct Nasal geometry, its beautiful.

                                                                          • Наталья Лидумс

                                                                            Колыбель моей жизни- хотя перевода не знаю... умиротворяюще... циклично как сезоны времени года... как любовь .. сама нежность в самое сердце... для меня это гениальное открытие, просто обстоятельство моей жизни ... просто 🙌 здорово

                                                                            • exo’s Love shot
                                                                              exo’s Love shot  1 weeks back

                                                                              What i find amazing about this is that I barely have any thoughts when listening to this, it’s like meditating, AND im an overthinker.

                                                                              • Гусь__
                                                                                Гусь__  1 weeks back

                                                                                omg,i don't know why, but im cry

                                                                                • Brunno Machado
                                                                                  Brunno Machado  1 weeks back

                                                                                  I Love Lana Del Rey

                                                                                  • Manu MB
                                                                                    Manu MB  2 weeks back

                                                                                    We all have some kind of illness, and u know that

                                                                                    • WakingRibbons
                                                                                      WakingRibbons  2 weeks back

                                                                                      Some people say Lana del Rey is the Tori Amos of this era. That's not true. Lana del Rey reminds me of Joni Mitchell. And I think Myra would agree.

                                                                                      • Leia Math
                                                                                        Leia Math  2 weeks back

                                                                                        Lyrics:

                                                                                        I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
                                                                                        Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
                                                                                        All of these debutantes
                                                                                        Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
                                                                                        But I'm not, baby, I'm not
                                                                                        No, I'm not, that, I'm not
                                                                                        I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                                                                        24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                                                                        Writing in blood on the walls
                                                                                        'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
                                                                                        Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
                                                                                        But at best, I can say I'm not sad
                                                                                        'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        I had fifteen-year dances
                                                                                        Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
                                                                                        Spilling my guts with the Bowery bums
                                                                                        Is the only love I've ever known
                                                                                        Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
                                                                                        Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the Triad
                                                                                        Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
                                                                                        Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"
                                                                                        I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
                                                                                        Like a goddamn near sociopath
                                                                                        Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
                                                                                        Got this black narcissist off my back
                                                                                        She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
                                                                                        So there's no more to say about that
                                                                                        Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
                                                                                        There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
                                                                                        Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
                                                                                        A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
                                                                                        Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
                                                                                        A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
                                                                                        I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
                                                                                        24/7 Sylvia Plath
                                                                                        Writing in blood on your walls
                                                                                        'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
                                                                                        They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
                                                                                        But at best, you can see I'm not sad
                                                                                        But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
                                                                                        But I have it
                                                                                        Yeah, I have it
                                                                                        Yeah, I have it
                                                                                        I have

                                                                                        If your reading this....

                                                                                        everyone has been asking for the “random person” with the lyrics so here u go ;)

                                                                                        • Leia Math
                                                                                          Leia Math  2 weeks back

                                                                                          My favorite song ever!! Gives me chills❤️

                                                                                          • Węglowy
                                                                                            Węglowy  2 weeks back

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                                                                                            • Renato Santos
                                                                                              Renato Santos  2 weeks back

                                                                                              🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷

                                                                                              • Christian Lucid Rioz
                                                                                                Christian Lucid Rioz  2 weeks back

                                                                                                i’m glad i share the same zodiac sign as lana ♋️💜

                                                                                                • José Canjungo
                                                                                                  José Canjungo  2 weeks back

                                                                                                  This song!😍