Marry The Night: The Prelude Pathètique
The Prelude Pathètique:
When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened, it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it.
It's clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer.
Memories are not cycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics.
They can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting. And as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality.
For example, those nurses?
They’re wearing next season Calvin Klein.
And so am I.
And the shoes?
Custom Giuseppi Zanotti.
I tip their gauze caps to the side because I think it’s romantic and I believe that mint will be very big in fashion next spring.
Check out that nurse on the right.
She’s got a great ass... Bam.
The truth is back then at the clinic they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair.
And that girl on the left?
She ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple hours ago.
They only gave her the gummy bears.
I’d wish they’d only given me the gummy bears.
Marry The Night:
I'm gonna marry the night
I won't give up on my life
I'm a warrior queen
Live passionately tonight
I'm gonna marry the dark
Gonna make love to the stark
I'm a soldier to my own emptiness
I am a winner
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night
Gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm not gonna cry anymore
I'm gonna marry the night
Leave nothin' on these streets to explore
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
I'm gonna lace up my boots
Throw on some leather and cruise
Down the street that I love
In my fishnet gloves
I'm a sinner
Then I'll go down to the bar
But I won't cry anymore
I'll hold my whiskey up high
Kiss the bartender twice
I'm a loser
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm gonna marry the night
I'm not gonna cry anymore
I'm gonna marry the night
Leave nothin' on these streets to explore
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
Nothing's too cool
To take me from you
New York is not just a tan that you'll never loose
Love is the new Denim or black
Skeleton guns are wedding bells in the attic
Get Ginger ready
Climb to El Camino front
Won't poke holes in the seats with my heels
Cuz that's where we make love
Come on and runnnnnn...
Turn the car on and runnnnnn...
I'm gonna marry the night
We're gonna burn a hole in the road
I'm gonna marry the night
Leave nothin' on these streets to explode
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry
Ma-ma-ma-marry the night
I'm gonna marry
Marry
I'm gonna marry
Marry
C'mon, c'mon
The night, the night, the night, the night
The night, the night, the night, the night
The night, the night, the night, the night
The night, the night, the night, the night
The night
