Lana Del Rey has released a new video of her reciting a poem taken from her spoken-word album Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass.
The first edition of the project will be shared as an audiobook and, as a listing on Amazon points out, it will be 33-minute collections of 14 tracks. Del Rey’s poetry will also be supported by music created by close and frequent collaborator Jack Antonoff.
The project will also be given a physical release and, as a listing on bookseller Waterstones states, Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass will be sold as a comprehensive 112-page book which is due for release on September 29. The audiobook version was released on July 28.
“’Violet bent backwards over the grass’ is the title poem of the book and the first poem I wrote of many. Some of which came to me in their entirety, which I dictated and then typed out, and some that I worked laboriously picking apart each word to make the perfect poem,” Del Rey said of the project.
“They are eclectic and honest and not trying to be anything other than what they are and for that reason I’m proud of them, especially because the spirit in which they were written was very authentic. I’m happy to donate a substantial portion of the proceeds to go to some Native American organisations I have always wanted to donate to, because of the experiences that I’ve had which have greatly shaped my own life course.”
The musician previously explained that “thoughts are meant to be shared” when announcing her new spoken word record, also confirming that it will be available to purchase for just $1 with half will go toward Native American organisations. According to Del Rey, she “wanted to do it because in doing my own work in connecting to my family lineage, I was encouraged to also try and connect with the country’s lineage—this was a while ago—and it kind of informed the next album that I’ve been working on.”
For now, see Del Rey recite ‘Salamander’, below.
Lana Del Rey ‘Salamander’ Lyrics:
Get out of my blood, salamander! I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are, And there I am
I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me Some stories aren’t meant to be sold Some words aren’t meant to be told
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through with your worn warm after-work hands I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet! My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy! My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free
You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach Untouchable, safe, otherworldy Unable to be deciphered or metabolized
Something metaphysical, like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window
A thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more etherea