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This next song is an old favorite of mine, but I would first like to write a brief disclaimer: I am not taking any particular stance or political position with this song choice. I just love the music, the artist, and the poetic quality this piece possesses. I am in no way trying to push any agenda or viewpoint, I am simply here to analyze a piece of art.
That being said, I will introduce our next song: “Buzzcut Season” by Lorde, from her album, Pure Heroine. It might just be the fact that I too have unruly, dark brown, curly hair, but I have always had a soft spot for Lorde, and this song is definitely one of her best. Her willowy voice has the power to plunge listeners into a deep, dreamy state. And I would know. I once listened to this song on repeat for a full 15 hours while reading Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead.
You can look online at hundreds of interpretations of this song. Some say it is about society’s corrupt influences on teens, some claim it is a summer ballad, and others just think it is a mystical song and don’t really care about the meaning.
I, for this blog, will be analyzing the song within the context of war, as this is the way I have always listened to it.