Don't you think that it's borin' how people talk?
Makin' smart with their words again, well, I'm bored
Because I'm doin' this for the thrill of it, killin' it
Never not chasin' the million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is, full of it
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me (yeah)
Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
Pretty soon I'll be gettin' on my first plane
I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head's fillin' up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known?
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, lovin' them
Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne
But I know it's not forever (yeah)
Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)
Gettin' caught's half of the trip, though, isn't it? (Yeah)
I fall apart with all my heart (yeah)
And you can watch from your window (yeah)
And you can watch from your window
Baby, be the class clown, I'll be the beauty queen in tears
It's a new art form, showin' people how little we care (yeah)
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like, yeah (yeah), and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like, yeah (yeah), and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like, yeah (yeah)
About This Song
"Tennis Court (Single)" is a sardonic meditation on teenage ennui and the performative nature of youth culture, wrapped in Lorde's signature minimalist production. The song critiques the hollow pursuit of material gratification and social posturing that defines adolescent life, with Lorde expressing simultaneous participation in and disdain for these rituals. The tennis court serves as a metaphor for exclusive social spaces and class dynamics, while the lyrics reveal a protagonist who is both self-aware and trapped within the very systems she mocks. Musically, the track features sparse, atmospheric production with heavy use of reverb and subtle electronic elements that create an almost ethereal backdrop for Lorde's distinctive vocal delivery. Her voice alternates between whispered vulnerability and confident declaration, perfectly capturing the contradictory emotions of teenage experience. The song's genius lies in its ability to articulate the specific feeling of being young, intelligent, and simultaneously enchanted by and disgusted with consumer culture and social hierarchies. It resonated with listeners because it gave voice to a generation's complex relationship with privilege, boredom, and the search for authentic experience in an increasingly artificial world. The track established Lorde as a unique voice capable of transforming teenage angst into sophisticated pop art.
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