Eliza Sophie Caird (born 15 April 1988), better known by her stage name Eliza Doolittle, is an English musician and recording artist from Camden Town, London. After performing her music in live venues around London from the age of 15, Eliza signed to Parlophonein 2008.
Ella Marija Lani Yelich-O'Connor (born 7 November 1996), better known by her stage name Lorde (/ˈlɔːrd/), is a New Zealand singer-songwriter and record producer. Born in Takapuna and raised in Devonport, Auckland, she became interested in performing as a child. In her early teens, she signed with Universal Music Group and was later paired with songwriter and record producer Joel Little. At the age of sixteen, she released her first extended play, The Love Club EP (2012), reaching number two on the national record charts in both New Zealand and Australia.
"Royals" was serviced as Lorde's debut single in mid-2013, becoming an international crossover hit and made her the youngest solo artist to achieve a US number-one single on the Billboard Hot 100 since 1987. Lorde's debut studio album Pure Heroine (2013) garnered positive reviews for her depiction of suburban adolescence; yielding the additional top-ten single "Team", it topped the national charts in New Zealand and Australia and reached number three on the US Billboard 200. The following year, Lorde curated the soundtrack for The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 (2014) and provided its lead single, "Yellow Flicker Beat". Lorde released her second studio album Melodrama (2017) after a three-year hiatus, launched with "Green Light" as its lead single. She served as executive producer alongside Jack Antonoff. The record dealt with themes of heartbreak and solitude.
An Animal Resembling Desire Under an undecided bird the day whines about orphanhoods, clouds of absence hurting a dark putrid silence. One by one the city awakens its dead under a tired sky to offer the waters of its most recent words. An animal resembling desire extends its laborious wings to petriphy the only tree that remains standing. Under fear's silhouette infancy picks up its waist and places it on a stone blind wall. Under desperation leaves a god made of solitudes forces the clouds to rain punishments and transform boulders into jaguars.
The promise to return to the place w6here life began Failure, to be banished from an endless happiness Shadows that wandered the desert carrying their own past A leaf-storm-fear thrown to the felines of night A beggar's desire going door to door and sitting on the steps of last threshold to discuss his ragged loneliness his bones, a premonition of the mirror where death calls The indelible imprint of pain and undaunted scars A history of humiliating executioners and false fabulists The unsatisfied thirst of gods who bully us with their vengeance and a tree who in its old age only nested birds of prey
Last night I slept with a faceless man and his shadow. The seas know nothing of the case. His caresses, arrows that I taught to soar. His manhood, sullen. He hit me with a hammer on the coccyx. We lived that spiteful health with which hunger kills when laying with another body. I had a shipwreck in my bed. He desecrated all my saintly shafts wrapped in God and bed sheet, he did not ask permission. We talked about celestial decorations and icons. But it ended when the saint and sign was given.
The roof place where hell burns endlessly, where we cure loneliness. Where men kiss each other and from their mouths gush red rays that bristle legs. Six wall hangout like heads that swell in size when it rains. Where survivors laugh while the voice of an angry boombox blasts. On those 2x6 large frame walls I treasured life like a trained bird, filled my hands with its blood, loved a man while dancing. He loved me back between unnumbered glasses of Dom Perignon.
Wild Needle Raindrops It rained inside the bedroom. Outside these sea walls the day is a hot red knot. My body fills up with wet nouns. Silence has a light-blue Spanish accent. The men in my photographs drowned. Their cries of distress stopped breaking the water. I am a moist flesh statue. Lightning begins, embedded in my feet. The walls crawl with electricity. I doze off again listening to turtle music.