{"id":378,"date":"2022-07-11T10:29:33","date_gmt":"2022-07-11T10:29:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/7hi7.com\/hits\/?p=378"},"modified":"2022-07-18T13:35:39","modified_gmt":"2022-07-18T13:35:39","slug":"50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/7hi7.com\/hits\/50\/","title":{"rendered":"50"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>50<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-block-embed-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Lana Del Rey - Ride\" width=\"580\" height=\"326\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Py_-3di1yx0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Lana Del Rey &#8211; Ride<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>141M views\u00a0\u00b7\u00a09 years ago<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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 my memories of them were the only things that sustained me and my only real happy times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was a singer, not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky. That I wished on over and over again sparkling and broken. But I really didn\u2019t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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\u2019s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it\u2019s like to seek safety in other people for home to be wherever you lie you head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>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 and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn\u2019t plan for it to turn out this way, I\u2019d be lying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Because I was born to be the other woman who 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\u2019t even talk about it and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve been out on that open road<br>You can be my full time daddy, white and gold<br>Singing blues has been getting old<br>You can be my full time baby, hot or cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don&#8217;t break me down<br>I&#8217;ve been traveling too long<br>I&#8217;ve been trying too hard<br>With one pretty song<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hear the birds on the summer breeze<br>I drive fast, I am alone at midnight<br>Been trying hard not to get into trouble<br>But I, I&#8217;ve got a war in my mind<br>So I just ride, just ride, I just ride, I just ride<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dying young and playing hard<br>That&#8217;s the way my father made his life an art<br>Drink all day and we talk till dark<br>That\u2019s the way the road dogs do it, light till dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Don&#8217;t leave me now<br>Don&#8217;t say goodbye<br>Don&#8217;t turn around<br>Leave me high and dry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hear the birds on the summer breeze<br>I drive fast, I am alone at midnight<br>Been trying hard not to get in trouble<br>But I, I&#8217;ve got a war in my mind<br>I just ride, just ride, I just ride, I just ride<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m tired of feeling like I&#8217;m fucking crazy<br>I&#8217;m tired of driving till I see stars in my eyes<br>It&#8217;s all I&#8217;ve got to keep myself sane, baby<br>So I just ride, I just ride<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hear the birds on the summer breeze<br>I drive fast, I am alone at midnight<br>Been trying hard not to get in trouble<br>But I, I&#8217;ve got a war in my mind<br>I just ride, just ride, I just ride, I just ride<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Every night I used to pray that I\u2019d find my people and finally I did on the open road. 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