Urthboy, Montaigne - Rubble of the Past lyrics
[Urthboy, Montaigne - Rubble of the Past lyrics]
The wounds we licked and losses inflicted
Drifted off in the distance
And battle scars lifted
If history is told by the victor
Rip the old script up, painted over picture
The official version of the vista
Rose coloured glasses but can you hear the
Whispers? They're singing
And of all of those winters
Those incremental inches
The memory of which is
Like sand through the fingers
If history is told by the richest
Maybe you could pay to fix
The painted over picture (Picture, picture)
Official version of the vistas
But can you hear the
Whispers? They're singing
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I can remember on that day
We were the reigning champions
You swallowed down that trophy
All you remember is what they said
You're digging in to debris
For shards of glass that reflect the self
You thought was good and now all those parts
Of you are dying somewhere else
Cough it up it's gonna hurt
But, if you cough it up you'll remember
All the roses that you grew
And all of the beauty that came through
Dusty skin from the rubble of the past
Wipe off the shit and find at last
We are right here, we are right now
And we're gonna get through
All of this somehow somehow
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble (Somehow)
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
So we tried to write it down
And document it in the hope
That maybe later you can understand the
Fuck where we're coming from
And the photograph is sepia and thinnin'
You could swear to God it's not a
Version of ourselves we're running from
What's necessary to forget
For history repeating
The finer details like a
Hairline that had receded
So we're going through the rubble
Looking for a treaty
To find a pulse when you thought
The heart had stopped beating
And if a spoonful of fiction
Helps the history go down
Can you trust the version of
Events that we know now?
Who we think we are become a battleground
The past is a thing that we fling around
A thing that we fling around
A thing that we fling around
A ship we can run aground
Wreck for the treasure found
Settle on a new account
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Drifted off in the distance
And battle scars lifted
If history is told by the victor
Rip the old script up, painted over picture
The official version of the vista
Rose coloured glasses but can you hear the
Whispers? They're singing
And of all of those winters
Those incremental inches
The memory of which is
Like sand through the fingers
If history is told by the richest
Maybe you could pay to fix
The painted over picture (Picture, picture)
Official version of the vistas
But can you hear the
Whispers? They're singing
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I can remember on that day
We were the reigning champions
You swallowed down that trophy
All you remember is what they said
You're digging in to debris
For shards of glass that reflect the self
You thought was good and now all those parts
Of you are dying somewhere else
Cough it up it's gonna hurt
But, if you cough it up you'll remember
All the roses that you grew
And all of the beauty that came through
Dusty skin from the rubble of the past
Wipe off the shit and find at last
We are right here, we are right now
And we're gonna get through
All of this somehow somehow
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble (Somehow)
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We're still trying to swallow down the past
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Before the past takes us down
With her at last yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
So we tried to write it down
And document it in the hope
That maybe later you can understand the
Fuck where we're coming from
And the photograph is sepia and thinnin'
You could swear to God it's not a
Version of ourselves we're running from
What's necessary to forget
For history repeating
The finer details like a
Hairline that had receded
So we're going through the rubble
Looking for a treaty
To find a pulse when you thought
The heart had stopped beating
And if a spoonful of fiction
Helps the history go down
Can you trust the version of
Events that we know now?
Who we think we are become a battleground
The past is a thing that we fling around
A thing that we fling around
A thing that we fling around
A ship we can run aground
Wreck for the treasure found
Settle on a new account
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble
Going through the rubble