Searching for "ribs" reveals its use across various genres, appearing in lyrics of 16 tracks.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
ribs
Singer: rusted root
you can not
you can not break my ribs
my ribs are strong
you can not
you can not break my ribs
my ribs are strong
Singer: biffy clyro
start
ribs break
souls stay bare
start
ribs break
souls stay bare
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
Singer: ghost town
your skeleton forgot to bring its backbone
your broken ribs are cracking me up
you say i'm bad to the bone
your skeleton forgot to bring its backbone
your broken ribs are cracking me up
you say i'm bad to the bone
Singer: elbow
i wanted to explode
to pull my ribs apart
and let the sun inside
i wanted to explode
to pull my ribs apart
and let the sun inside
Singer: henson, keaton
take it easy on me. i'm older now and long to be
twenty-three. and blood red heart on my busted lip. paint and sawdust on our fingertips. and blood spilled out from my broken ribs. now here's a gun
you don't deserve to live. blood spilled out from my broken ribs. here's a gun
take it easy on me. i'm older now and long to be
twenty-three. and blood red heart on my busted lip. paint and sawdust on our fingertips. and blood spilled out from my broken ribs. now here's a gun
you don't deserve to live. blood spilled out from my broken ribs. here's a gun
Singer: keaton henson
take it easy on me. i'm older now and long to be
twenty-three. and blood red heart on my busted lip. paint and sawdust on our fingertips. and blood spilled out from my broken ribs. now here's a gun
you don't deserve to live. blood spilled out from my broken ribs. here's a gun
take it easy on me. i'm older now and long to be
twenty-three. and blood red heart on my busted lip. paint and sawdust on our fingertips. and blood spilled out from my broken ribs. now here's a gun
you don't deserve to live. blood spilled out from my broken ribs. here's a gun
Singer: regan, fionn
the meetings of the waters
just below the ribs
to the higher reach
the meetings of the waters
just below the ribs
to the higher reach
Singer: skye, justine
open up your heart
knocking on your ribs
underneath your skin
open up your heart
knocking on your ribs
underneath your skin
Singer: job for a cowboy
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this virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body. nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat. weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift. beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child. a child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb. bearing a bastard child. bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord. bearing the serpent's lamb. overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak. staying attentive becomes more burdensome
a struggle to stay awake as her body starts to contract
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this virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body. nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat. weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift. beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child. a child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb. bearing a bastard child. bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord. bearing the serpent's lamb. overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak. staying attentive becomes more burdensome
a struggle to stay awake as her body starts to contract
Singer: dashboard confessional
i will take your path as mine
i feel it in my ribs
feel it in my soul
i will take your path as mine
i feel it in my ribs
feel it in my soul
Singer: bamford, gord
oak on the fire
ribs on the rack
smoke em if ya got em
oak on the fire
ribs on the rack
smoke em if ya got em
Singer: george thorogood and the destroyers
broilers
detroit barbecue ribs
you get the hit of the week
broilers
detroit barbecue ribs
you get the hit of the week
Singer: lil happy lil sad
i did
i feel fucked up of all the ribs
i feel like i know what he did
i did
i feel fucked up of all the ribs
i feel like i know what he did
Singer: half-a-mil
that's why i'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much
i could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch
then to see me eat
that's why i'm not inviting niggas to the crib as much
i could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch
then to see me eat
Singer: carcass
limb from limb. curled glands. hacked giblets. stumps for hands. limb from bloody limb
ruptured spleen. rancid loin. shattered ribs. splattered groin. retching pus. dissect and slash. limb from limb. stenching gash.
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limb from limb. curled glands. hacked giblets. stumps for hands. limb from bloody limb
ruptured spleen. rancid loin. shattered ribs. splattered groin. retching pus. dissect and slash. limb from limb. stenching gash.
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