Lana Del Rey - Body Electric

Lana is fairly recent in my life as well - I knew of her, but I don't think I'd ever really listened to one of her songs before. Back in the dark year of 2013, I vividly recall one day watching TV - maybe the History channel or something like that - and during the commercials a song started playing, and I was left wondering whose voice that could be. It was beautiful, powerful, sweet, certain of itself - and yet it seemed fragile, almost on the edge of cracking. My old buddy Shazam then told me it was Lana herself.
Oh boy, time to hit the internet and get what I could. I still follow her to this day - hell, her last album 'Norman Fucking Rockwell' was one of my albums of the year last year. But truth be told, I don't always have the patience to listen to her, at least not a full album. It's a phenomenon that's not exclusive to her, it's something I find when all the songs sound pretty much all the same as one another. I do need some diversity in an album to keep it interesting.
One of my fondest memories of Lana is being in the goth festival 'Entre Muralhas' in Leiria, and while pretty much everyone was clad in black, wearing all kinds of goth get-up and knee-high boots, I wandered in knee-length denim shorts, white tank top, my copy of Walt Whitman's 'Leaves of Grass' and by a tree I sat down and read it while she sang the body electric.