More songs by Lana Del Rey
Description
Producer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Lana Del Rey
Programmer, Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer, Composer Lyricist: Jack Antonoff
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Laura Sisk
Recording Second Engineer: Jon Sher
Recording Second Engineer: Tate McDowell
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Mastering Second Engineer: Will Quinnell
Lyrics and translation
Original
John met me down on the boulevard.
Cry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard.
The waves coming over my head.
What you been up to, my baby?
Haven't seen you 'round here lately. All of the guys tell me lies, but you don't.
You just crack another beer and pretend that you're still here.
This is how to disappear.
This is how to disappear.
Joe met me down at the training yard.
Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard. And now he's in over his head.
But I love that man like nobody can.
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.
I watch the guys getting high as they fight for the things that they hold dear to forget the things they fear.
This is how to disappear.
This is how to disappear.
Now it's been years since I left New York.
I got a key into Gatz and the Yard. The California sun and the movie stars.
I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years.
As I whisper in your ear.
I'm always going to be right here.
No one's going anywhere.
English translation
John met me down on the boulevard.
Cry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard.
The waves coming over my head.
What you been up to, my baby?
Haven't seen you 'round here lately. All of the guys tell me lies, but you don't.
You just crack another beer and pretend that you're still here.
This is how to disappear.
This is how to disappear.
Joe met me down at the training yard.
Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard. And now he's in over his head.
But I love that man like nobody can.
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.
I watch the guys getting high as they fight for the things that they hold dear to forget the things they fear.
This is how to disappear.
This is how to disappear.
Now it's been years since I left New York.
I got a key into Gatz and the Yard. The California sun and the movie stars.
I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years.
As I whisper in your ear.
I'm always going to be right here.
No one's going anywhere.