Ancient History
The Church · Other Songs - The Church
You just cannot comprehend the things that I do
The truth is so fragile, the ties are so true
Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew
So now you're asking what is this mystery
And all these questions, ancient history
Sometimes I wonder what is left to be said
If I'm consumed and fading will the children be fed?
The roof is always creaking, the stone has been bled
You say I'm just existing and you leave me for dead
Sometimes I can see your love is a sled
Sliding down the slopes that will lead to your bed
Some of us are white, some of us are red
Some have got these visions going 'round in our heads
As you go just blow a kiss to me
And as it falls, ancient history
Sometimes a joke can get out of hand
Laughing like a conqueror in a new land
Convinced down to his buttons this was how it was planned
Turns his back on ruins, that was nothing but sand
Crossing your Alps, the ice and cold blister me
And all the rest, ancient history
Ancient History
Ancient History stands as a compelling song in The Church's expansive discography, showcasing the band's signature blend of atmospheric rock and introspective songwriting. Emerging from the Australian new wave scene, the group is renowned for crafting ethereal soundscapes that balance melodic accessibility with complex textures. This track reflects the band's ability to weave haunting guitar lines with thoughtful lyrical themes, a hallmark of their most celebrated recordings. While often overshadowed by their global hit, the song demonstrates the consistent quality found throughout their body of work. It captures the moody, reverb-drenched aesthetic that defined their early era, offering listeners a deeper exploration of their sonic identity beyond their most famous singles. The recording remains a testament to their enduring influence on alternative rock.