Six hours of Lana Del Rey

Am I going to discover myself in Lana Del Rey's fandom for a lifetime after six hours? Or will these six hours be the death of me?

HOUR 1

I type Lana Del Rey on YouTube, and Young and Beautiful tops the list. Her songs seem slow paced, and I decide to wait a few more minutes to not be this judgmental so quick.

Alright, the background instrumental hum is rising and exploding with hints of violins from an almost inaudible state. Her youthful timbre accompanying her dark style is breathtaking. The unpredictable and striking shifts in her tone seem like a therapy material.  Now I'm pretty sure I'm going to love her songs, and I don't want the upcoming ones to ruin this impression. 

Also, I want to pronounce Beautiful like she does.

HOUR 2

Having gone through many of her songs, I believe this woman is obsessed with July. In Lust For Life when she sings 'take off, take off', I feel like the beauty unfurling from her music is going to toss me into the unending abyss of her fandom. And I think she was advising a plane to take off. Pfft.

HOUR 3

I'm loving Youtube's playlist — the way it's making me swim through Lana's music without getting disappointed at a single one. There's this one song which is as beautiful as the sorrowful film effects. It reminds me of a Sepia kind of day on The Walking Dead. Hint: The song's called 'Grishmer Bishonnota' when translated into Bangla.

HOUR 4

It's afternoon and her music is so soulful that it drives me to the rooftop. Plugging in my headphones, I watch the mob of crows fly in a blue sky co-existing with cotton trails and splotches of flame. The leaves are rustling in the unending fresh winds. The echo of her music is drifting me away from unfinished assignments, convoluted thoughts, noise pollution, and of course, reality. I can tell for sure this is the moment I want to freeze for a lifetime.

Fresh air, Lana Del Rey, sky and bird watching (can I call crow a bird?) are all a person needs.

HOUR 5

The past hour experience was eye opening to me in two ways. 1.  I realised Lana Del Rey's music ropes itself to the nature as if they are one. 2. You are likely to be met with disturbing stares from the neighbours when your gaze is fixed at the sky with headphones on.

Anyway, I've put 'Serial Killer' on repeat.

HOUR 6

I'm happy with my decision as it helped me unveil the curtain of another world. Now I'm aimlessly winding in a dark void poked with stars. In a few minutes, I'll probably fall on a planet where white dogwood trees in green fields, cotton candy sky with streaks of orange, peony gardens, endless wind and everything Lana Del Rey will greet me.

Isn't her existence a gift to music?