6 Lorde Lyrics That Prove Her Poetic Prowess


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Disclaimer: I am obsessed with Lorde. She’s only eighteen and she’s already released her debut studio album, Pure Heroine, to international critical acclaim and curated and produced the Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part I soundtrack. All her accomplishes aside, girl is a seriously talented writer who pens her own lyrics. Here are a smattering of lyrics that prove Lorde’s poetic prowess. You might want to have a pen nearby- you’re about to be inspired.

1. from “Buzzcut Season

I remember when your head caught flame
It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain
Well you laughed, baby it’s okay
It’s buzzcut season anyway


2. from “Ribs

we can talk it so good
we can make it so divine
we can talk it good, how you wish it would be all the time
this dream isn’t feeling sweet
we’re reeling through the midnight streets
and I’ve never felt more alone
feels so scary getting old


3. from “Tennis Court

baby be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
it’s a new art form showing people how little we care
we’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear
let’s go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah
it looked alright in the pictures
getting caught soft with the triple is it
I fall apart, with all my heart
and you can watch from your window


4. from “400 Lux

you pick me up and take me home again
head out the window again
we’re hollow like the bottles that we drain
you drape your wrists over the steering wheel
pulses can drive from here
we might be hollow, but we’re brave


5. from “Glory and Gore

there’s a humming in the restless summer air
and we’re slipping off the course that we prepared
but in all chaos, there is calculation
dropping glasses just to hear them break
you’ve been drinking like the world was gonna end (it didn’t)
took a shiner from the fist of your best friend (go figure)
it’s clear that someone’s gotta go


6. from “Yellow Flicker Beat

I dream all year but they’re not the sweet kinds
and the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time
and now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
people talk to me and all their faces blur
but I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison
and I’m locking up anyone who ever laid a finger on me


Contributing Editor


Fortesa Latifi is a 21-year old poet. Her first book, This Is How We Find Each Other was published through Where Are You Press in 2014. She hopes you find something good here. She knows you will.