Lana Del Rey se convierte en una prostituta "libre" en el espectacular corto/videoclip para 'Ride'

Lana Del Rey se ha forrado con sus campañas para H&M y Jaguar, así que ha invertido un buen pastizal en el videoclip para Ride, el nuevo single extraído de la edición 'Paradise' de su álbum debut, 'Born To Die', y una de las 8 canciones nuevas que incluirá esta reedición. 

Con una estética similar a la de 'Drive' y filtritos amarillos por doquier, la propia Lana Del Rey nos cuenta la historia de una chica que quería ser una "poeta" y acaba acostándose con señores de mediana edad por dinero. Aun así, asegura que es feliz viviendo así y que, de esa manera ha conseguido ser completamente libre y convertir su vida en una "obra de arte". 

El videoclip ha sido escrito por ella misma y dirigido con exquisito gusto por Anthony Mandler. Además, para este nuevo video promocional, el estilista ha decidido que ya está bien de cardados y vestidos de los sesenta, y nos muestra a una Lana Del Rey ochentera, con chaquetas vaqueras de flecos y rizos. Sin que sirva de precedente, nos gusta este cambio. Tenéis el vídeo y la transcripción a continuación:

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I was in the winter of my life — and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.

 

I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet — but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again — sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

 

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living — they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

 

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying — because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one — who belonged to everyone, who had nothing — who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about — and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

 

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people — and finally I did — on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore — except to make our lives a work of art.

 

Live fast. Die Young. Be Wild. And Have Fun.

 

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become.

 

I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever.

 

I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself — I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?

 

Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?

 

I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.