“Ribs” is an ethereal lament about adolescence, and the bittersweet experience of growing up. Lorde has said she especially likes the song.
Lorde sings in the same deep, smoky voice showcased in her cover of “Swingin' Party”, and then switching to a younger, higher voice in the choruses.
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[Verse 1]
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mum and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
[Verse 2]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet
We're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old
[Bridge]
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts
Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
I want 'em
[Refrain]
You're the only friend I need
(You're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids
(Sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing till our ribs get tough
(Laughing till our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough
(But that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need
(You're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids
(Sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing till our ribs get tough
(Laughing till our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough
(But that will never be enough)
[Outro]
But that will never be enough
But that will never be enough
But that will never be enough
But that will never be enough
[Produced by Joel Little]
Ribs was written by Lorde & Joel Little.
Ribs was produced by Joel Little.
Lorde talked about what inspired this song at a concert:
I wrote this song on a Monday in February, last year. And I wrote it following this weekend where my and my sister and our best friend threw this huge house party at my place. Like the kind of house party where people eating all the shit out...