Lorde’s sophomore album, ‘Melodrama,’ made its debut on June 16th, and here’s my take.
The unfolding of Melodrama has been glorious. This is my melodrama. The wait was long, but well worth the wait.
Contrary to “Royals,” there’s pure royalty in Lorde. No longer a princess, but a queen in her own right.
Early songs leave early impressions of a breakup story until they begin to possess the mood and highs and lows of a house party through her vulnerable accounts.
Isn’t a house party the perfect place for a breakup story anyway?
The album release marks exactly 4 months since my breakup, when shit blew up like homemade d-d-d-dynamite. But, for the first time in 4 months, I see the green light and realize it’s time to hit the pedal to the metal.
Nighttime lullaby and morning melodies; it has become “a bit of a protective talisman for me.”
A house party unravels, starts off sober, innocent, free of jadedness. A crush is born, and it takes off and grows. We’re the “King and Queen of the weekend.”
Without a doubt, the comedown awaits. I start to lose control of my heart. “I’m clean out of my air in my lungs. It’s all gone.”
“Broadcast the boom, boom, boom…” – The Louvre
I feel a little much like a liability. What once was so attractive, shiny and new has lost its charm and frills, leading to hard feelings of love, loss and loveless existence. The true and familiar feelings of our generation and our lovers.
Daylight and dawn break and awaken a second sobering melodrama of getting back up again, leaning on family, friends, and committing to emotional and spiritual maintenance.
It unlocks the desire to write my story – the good, the bad, and the ugly. Two writers left in the dark – one cast away and the other choosing such an existence.
“In my head, I play a supercut of us
All the magic we gave off
All the love we had and lost
And in my head
The visions never stop
These ribbons wrap me up
But when I reach for you
There’s just a supercut
‘Cause in my head (in my head, I do everything right)
When you call (when you call, I’ll forgive and not fight)
Because ours (are the moments I play in the dark)
We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart.”
Dusk sets in and paints a picturesque, pastel sunset as the backdrop. I realize my worth once again. A rustic antique is all the more beautiful when able to see the worn edges and chipped paint. It’s my reprise.
As the longest and brightest day of the year approaches, it sends me to perfect places that make up a horizon to endure the distance.
If not the full spectrum of colors and emotions, “what the f**k are perfect places anyway?”