Lana Del Rey has hardened herself as an unmistakable lyricist in the option pop scene, with her contemplative vocals inspiring the unique idea of “less complex occasions.” Late yesterday, the artist dropped off another track called “seek is a perilous thing after a lady like me to have – yet I have it,” which in itself uncovers her eagerness to endeavor harnassing a feeling of good faith.
The track finds Lana behind the piano, her usual modus operandi, which allows her layered and vivid lyricism to shine. “Ive been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, 24/7 Sylvia Plath,” she sings, referencing an iconic feminist poet from the 1960s. “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.”
Arrangement-wise, “Hope” remains relatively straightforward, which makes sense given the scope of the song’s imagery. “I’ve had fifteen-year dances, Church basement romances,” she continues. “Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums, is the only love I’ve ever known.” Sometimes, a singer and their instrument is all you really need.
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