Music | Shy’m: Il faut vivre

Shy’m
Production: WeKapture
Réalisateur: Darius Salimi pour WeKapture
Etalonnage: Anne Szymkowiak pour REEPOST
Robe : As I Am Paris
Décors: Ville de Goussainville, au Golf de Gonesse
Equipe équestre: Mario Luraschi

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I am fucking crazy. But I am free | Lana Del Rey: Ride

I was in the winter of my life – and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and 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 really didn’t 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 its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide 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.

I’ve been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy
White and gold
Singing blues has been getting old
You can be my full time, baby
Hot or cold

Don’t break me down
I’ve been travelin’ too long
I’ve been trying too hard
With one pretty song

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
So, I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

Dying young and I’m playing hard
That’s the way my father made his life an art
Drink all day and we talk ’til dark
That’s the way the road doves do it, ride ’til dark.

Don’t leave me now
Don’t say good bye
Don’t turn around
Leave me high and dry

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

I’m tired of feeling like I’m f-ck-n crazy
I’m tired of driving ’till I see stars in my eyes
I look up to hear myself saying,
Baby, too much you strive, so just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I
I’ve got a war in my mind
I just ride
Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

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

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.

Who are you?
Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy.
But I am free.

Music video by Lana Del Rey performing Ride. (C) 2012 Lana Del Rey, under exclusive licence to Polydor Ltd. (UK). Under exclusive licence to Interscope Records in the USA.

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Julien Doré: L’Été Summer

Ta muse t’a fait pleurer
Ta muse t’a soulevé le cœur
Tu te disais « ouais c’est l’été »
Mais sais-tu que l’été se meurt
Veux tu bien te rhabiller
Mettre une veste sur ton cœur
Tu n’as qu’à ramasser
Celle que t’a jeté tout à l’heure

It is the end of the summer
L’été summer
This is the end of the summer
L’été summer

Oh ça se vide à toute blinde
Ça sent le casino fermé
Même les plages ont l’air fauché
Le soleil a l’air de s’éteindre

L’amour n’est jamais qu’un décor
Un iceberg en Amazonie
Une chambre avec vue sur le port
Où tu vas chialer toute la nuit

It is the end of the summer
L’été summer
This is the end of the summer
L’été summer

Ton amour c’était pas le bon
Tu voulais trop te réchauffer
Tu as juste choisi la saison
Où il fait déjà 40°
Prochaine fois t’essaieras l’hiver
Quand tu auras le cœur bien froid
Tu lui achèteras une polaire
Si t’as toujours rien dans les bras

It is the end of the summer
L’été summer
This is the end of the summer
L’été summer

T’as racheté tes à côtés
T’as ravalé ton haut le cœur
Tu te disais « ouais c’est l’été »
Mais sais-tu que l’été se meurt

It is the end of the summer
L’été summer
This is the end of the summer
L’été summer

Music video by Julien Doré performing L’Eté Summer. (C) 2011
SME (France) SAS

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