The song Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey is a metaphoric song, describing a lifestyle of sadness, emptiness and loneliness. She begins the song "In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel, living in the garden of evil" creating the imagery of a mythical place, most likely the garden of Eden found in the bible. Throughout the song the tone of the background music is low, incorporating despondent synths and drums. I've always leaned towards darker music, and Del Rey has been since her debut album, serving this type of sound.This song is extremely special to me because of my past with Christianity and my pentecostal parents. At the end of the chorus she repeatedly asks "Is innocence lost? ... Innocence lost ?" but in a manner that asks self reflectively showing uncertainty. Since I've left my church, I constantly find myself asking this same question about everything (spiritually, relationships, money.)
In the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel.
Living in the garden of evil,
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed.
Shining like a fiery beacon,
You got that medicine I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly.
Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
Living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing,
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
In the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel, lookin' to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art
You got that medicine I need
Dope, shoot it up straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'.
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
Living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing,
Fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want
It's innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy,
'Cause life imitates art.
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me life isn't that hard.
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I'm living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a fucked up holiday.
Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing,
Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want.
It's innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
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