La nostalgia de crecer en 'Ribs' de Lorde
La canci贸n 'Ribs' de la artista neozelandesa Lorde es una exploraci贸n melanc贸lica de la transici贸n de la adolescencia a la adultez. La letra refleja una lucha interna con el paso del tiempo y el miedo a envejecer, un tema recurrente en la juventud que se enfrenta a la p茅rdida de la inocencia y la llegada de nuevas responsabilidades. La referencia a 'Lover's Spit' sugiere una conexi贸n con la m煤sica que marca momentos significativos de nuestras vidas, y c贸mo estos se repiten en nuestra memoria, a veces de manera dolorosa.
El estribillo 'We can talk it so good, we can make it so divine' puede interpretarse como un anhelo por mantener conversaciones profundas y significativas, una b煤squeda de conexi贸n que a menudo se pierde en la adultez. La repetici贸n de 'It feels so scary getting old' resalta la ansiedad y el temor que puede acompa帽ar el proceso de maduraci贸n. Lorde utiliza la m煤sica para expresar estos sentimientos universales, creando un himno para aquellos que se sienten abrumados por el inexorable avance del tiempo.
La parte final de la canci贸n, donde se menciona 'Sharing beds like little kids' y 'We’ll laugh until our ribs get tough', evoca la intimidad y la comodidad de las amistades de la infancia, contrastando con la soledad que a menudo se asocia con la adultez. La repetici贸n de 'That will never be enough' sugiere que, a pesar de los esfuerzos por aferrarse a esos momentos de felicidad y conexi贸n, hay una aceptaci贸n de que esos sentimientos son ef铆meros y no pueden protegernos completamente del paso del tiempo. 'Ribs' es una canci贸n que encapsula la complejidad emocional de crecer, resonando con oyentes que se identifican con la melancol铆a de dejar atr谩s la juventud
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)



