Lorde’s ‘Melodrama’ Brilliantly Relates A House Party To A New Relationship


Self-realization. Pain. Ambivalence. Loss. Hedonistic pursuits. Growth. Shattered expectations. Partying. Self Doubt. Lights. Darkness. Melancholy. Heartbreak. Drama.

Oh, the f*ucking melodrama.

It isn’t doing the album justice to define it in a mere list of words, but it’s a start. Melodrama, Lorde’s shining sophomore masterpiece, exists as an emblem of what iconic pop music should be and, more importantly, can be…with the right artist for the right time.

Billboard Top 200 crowned Melodrama, the number one album this week, which comes as no surprise to me or you if you’ve done yourself the grand favor of popping in earphones and truly listening. If you want to hear the unnerving, raw blend of desperation, longingness for something (or rather, someone) that no longer belongs to you, and the sheer sound of realizing the love you find in yourself holds precedence over the love of another, then…Listen. To. This. Album.

Chances are you’re not too far away from the emotional battle that is being a teenager yourself. I want to jolt your memory and make you recall all that it was and is to be a teenager. Bottle up teenage emotions, raging reckless parties, and adventures; and drink up Melodrama to revisit your darkest adolescent moments, as well as your most vivid, colorful experiences. It is a tale of love lost in another, and love found in yourself. A party from start to finish, and all the nonsense that accompanies being encapsulated in a house, or rather encapsulated in love.

The album reflects the pit of being confined in heartbreak, and the peak of breaking through the barriers of a relationship, to find the energy to go through the “Green Light” to discover independence.  I find strong parallels between the concept of a single house party, which Lorde noted as the running theme of the album, with the trails of first love, first heartbreak, and ultimately the path to self-discovery when no one is holding you, loving you, or making you feel the way you wish someone could.

According to the New York Times feature, “She decided that ‘Melodrama’ would tell the story of a single house party. This conceit, impressionistic rather than schematic, would allow her to organize a variety of moods into a tense but cohesive whole. ‘With a party, there’s that moment where a great song comes on and you’re ecstatic,’ she explained, ‘and then there’s that moment later on where you’re alone in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, you don’t think you look good, and you start feeling horrible.'”




Lorde’s play-by-play of a house party vs. the stages of a relationship:  

Beginning of the Party: You walk into the party and the lights are dim. People are everywhere. It is mad crowded. The room is full of possibility. The mix of deep excitement and the allure of decadence is wildly present.

Beginning of the Relationship: You are filled with the excitement of possibility, nothing but the drive to learn more about your partner…nothing has tarnished your feelings about each other yet. You’re full of love and can’t help but fantasize about your future together.

For these feels, check out “The Louvre”

“A rush at the beginning

I get caught up, just for a minute

But lover, you’re the one to blame, all that you’re doing

Can you hear the violence?

Megaphone to my chest”


Middle of the Party: Everything is starting to get a little too crazy. It’s a little too much. Everyone is overly intoxicated, over-stimulated, the lights are dim…it is getting really dark here. People jumping to their favorite song, as your best friend cries in the corner. The one overly drunk girl is screaming about her ex boyfriend, and you’re in the center of it all.

Middle of the Relationship: You’re in too deep, the love is full throttle. You’re too far in to turn back now. You are committed and in love and everything is complicated. The emotions are everywhere. The intoxicating feeling of fighting, than making up overcome you.

For these feels, check out “Homemade Dynamite,” “Sober” and “Perfect Places”

“So let’s let things come out of the woodwork

I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies

Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love

Hands under your t-shirt

Know I think you’re awesome, right?

Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind

Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired

Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Now you know it’s really gonna blow”


We’re King and Queen of the weekend

Ain’t a pill that could touch our rush

(But what will we do when we’re sober?)

When you dream with a fever

Bet you wish you could touch our rush

(But what will we do when we’re sober?)

These are the games of the weekend

We pretend that we just don’t care

But we care


Every night, I live and die

Feel the party to my bones

Watch the wasters blow the speakers

Spill my guts beneath the outdoor light

It’s just another graceless night

I hate the headlines and the weather

I’m 19 and I’m on fire

But when we’re dancing I’m alright

It’s just another graceless night


Are you lost enough?

Have another drink, get lost in us

This is how we get notorious, oh

‘Cause I don’t know

If they keep tellin’ me where to go

I’ll blow my brains out to the radio, oh



The End of the Party: The lights that were once dim and dark, filled with illusions of possibility and fun, are now turned on. Everything feels less exciting when the lights are on and you see everything for what it really is. Reality starts to settle in.

The End of a Relationship: You start to feel the relationship is taking too steep of a turn. Feelings are shifting, changing. You love the person, but it is not the same as it used to be. The craziness of the ups and the downs of the relationship finally reach a tipping point, and you have to really think about if the two of you have a future together or not.

For these feels, check out “Sober II (Melodrama)” and “Hard Feelings / Loveless”

You asked if I was feeling it, I’m psycho high

Know you won’t remember in the morning when

I speak my mind

Lights are on and they’ve gone home, but who am I?

Oh, how fast the evening passes, cleaning up

The champagne glasses


We told you this was melodrama

(Oh, how fast the evening passes

Cleaning up the champagne glasses)

Our only wish is melodrama”


Alone with the hard feelings of love

God, I wish I believed you when you told me this was my ho-o-ome

I light all the candles

Got flowers for all my rooms

I care for myself the way I used to care about you

These days, we kiss and we keep busy

The waves come after midnight

I call from underwater

Why even try to get right?

When you’ve outgrown a lover

The whole world knows but you

It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon”


The Aftermath of a Party: Half empty cups are everywhere. Everything’s a mess. You have to pick up all the pieces and put them back in the right place. You’re exhausted beyond belief, killer headache. The blinding morning light is the last thing you want to deal with. But the memories from the night before a hazy but you play a “supercut” of the best parts, trying to forget all the nonsense that also occurred. Your makeup is smeared all down your face, you need a good shower. ASAP.

The Breakup: The reality of the breakup starts to really sting. It’s hard to swallow it’s actually over. You have to remember who you are without anyone attached to your name. You come and go as an individual now, remembering only what you want to of your past relationship. You’re now seeking independence and you seek fulfillment in yourself rather than in another.

For these feels, check out “Supercut,” “Green Light,” “Writer in the Dark,” “Liability” and “Liability (Reprise)”

“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”


Regarding “Green Light” Lorde told Beats 1, “ I realized this is that drunk girl at the party dancing around crying about her ex-boyfriend who everyone thinks is a mess. That’s her tonight and tomorrow she starts to rebuild. And that’s the song for me.”


I am my mother’s child, I’ll love you ’til my breathing stops

I’ll love you ’til you call the cops on me

But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power

I’ll find a way to be without you, babe


“Baby really hurt me

Crying in the taxi

He don’t wanna know me

Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm

Says it was poison

So I guess I’ll go home

Into the arms of the girl that I love

The only love I haven’t screwed up

She’s so hard to please

But she’s a forest fire

I do my best to meet her demands

Play at romance, we slow dance

In the living room, but all that a stranger would see

Is one girl swaying alone

Stroking her cheek”


“All of the dreams that get harder

All of the things that I offer you

And all of the shit that we harbour

Make all of the kids in the choirs sing woo-hoo

Maybe all this is the party

Maybe the tears and the highs we breathe

Maybe all this is the party

Maybe we just do it violently

But you’re not what you thought you were

But you’re not what you thought you were