Our father. Who's arts in heaven. Hollow be thy name.

I'm not looking to make this a love story.  Not in the slightest bit.  But you can watch this and not fall in love?  It was only two months ago when Lana Del Rey was only an apparition.  A ghost to millions.  So we dig deeper.  As we always do.  Guess what?  We found nothing.  If this Mrs. Del Rey had something going prior to her engagement with music then we are all missing out.  It is about time that some American broad gets raw.  And you can hear that rawness in her chorus.
Here's my issue with this madness.  Quick to name drop and always plump in the lips she still needs help.  Nothing shy of fake, her voice is something stellar, but a studio worth M's can do that for this driven drunk (what I would do to that mouth).  So you read this and say, "who are you to bash," and my answer is, no one.  Just a man with a voice that will be heard by few, never replicated.  Needless to say I am smitten.  So when you hear her blue jeans or video games playing on your favorite blog radio site, I would be hell-bent if your not worried that your listening to the same song.