Del Rey fills much of the track with reverberated wails, but this isn’t a sad song—it’s about a honeymoon, after all. I just think the couple celebrating their nuptials died in 1966 and has been driving their black Cadillac—complete with ‘Just Married’ written on the rear windshield—around the spirit world of L.A. in a sort of black and white, mono purgatory ever since.
“We both know the history of violence that surrounds you, but I’m not scared, there’s nothing to lose now that I’ve found you.”
“History of violence”? “There’s nothing to lose”? These two are dead. Dead as rusty doornails. They probably died in a car accident on the PCH while making out at 90 miles an hour, and now they’re sailing around Los Angeles—their apparitions passing through every Prius stuck in traffic as they maintain tongue contact and a constant speed for all eternity.
“We could cruise to the blues, Wilshire Boulevard if we choose,” Ghost Lana sings, because she and her Ghost Husband can go anywhere they please. And you know what? They don’t feel like leaving LA. Ever.
“It’s no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you, everything you do is elusive to even your honey dew.”
More proof that these two are ghosts. No man in town can fight or find the Ghost Husband? Hmm, probably because it’s hard to see a bundle of spirit energy that lives on another plane of human existence. “Elusive to even your honey dew,” you say? Everyone knows honey dews are incapable of making contact with the dead.
It’s sad to know that Lana Del Rey has passed on, but it’s nice that she’s still recording from the other side.
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