Marina And The Diamonds, "Teen Idle"

All these beautiful skulls boil down to Mexican traditions of celebrating their Mexican Halloween. Let's ask Wikipedia:

I got in touch with Mexican culture a little bit during reading "The Lollipop Shoes" by Johan Harris. The main antagonist Zozie de L'Alba had lived in Mexico for some time and used a lot of Aztec magic against the main protagonists. Many Aztec gods (though to my mind they're totally impossible to pronounce) and holidays were mentioned, so now I have some idea about Mexican culture. I've been feeling like tasting a sugar skull and pan de muerto (Bread of the Dead) - a sweet egg bread. (Oh, damn, I'm so hungry right now, so I almost smell it)
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Sugar skulls and pan de muerto |
I wanna be a bottle blonde
I don’t know why but I feel conned
I wanna be an idle teen
I wish I hadn’t been so clean
I wanna stay inside all day
I want the world to go away
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake
I wanna be a real fake
Yeah I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle
Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible
Feeling super, super (super!) suicidal
The wasted years, the wasted youth
The pretty lies, the ugly truth
And the day has come where I have died
Only to find I’ve come alive
I wanna be a virgin pure
A 21st century whore
I want back my virginity
So I can feel infinity
I wanna drink until I ache
I wanna make a big mistake
I want blood, guts and angel cake
I’m gonna puke it anyway
Yeah I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle
Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible
Feeling super, super (super!) suicidal
The wasted years, the wasted youth
The pretty lies, the ugly truth
And the day has come where I have died
Only to find I’ve come alive
Come alive, I’ve come alive
I wish I wasn’t such a narcissist
I wish I didn’t really kiss the mirror when I’m on my own
Oh God! I’m gonna die alone
Adolescence didn’t make sense
A little loss of innocence
The ugly years of being a fool
Ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?
Yeah I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle
Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible
Feeling super, super (super!) suicidal
The wasted years, the wasted youth
The pretty lies, the ugly truth
And the day has come where I have died
Only to find I’ve come alive
Only to find I’ve come alive
Only to find I’ve come alive
Come alive
Feeling super, super, super!
Feeling super, super, super!
Feeling super, super, super!
Come alive
Talking about the make up, so it's also called sweet skull, and as far as I understood, everybody does it for the celebration. Isn't that amazing? There are so many variations of the make up, you can do anything you just imagine. Only rules are a beautiful idea of the skull and flowers, mostly. Though, unfortunately, I have no flower on my header, except some hints in my paintings.

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Catrinas |
Be brave and beautiful to the death!
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