Table Scraps of the Sixties

(Verse 1)
People talk like it’s brand new fire,
But it’s smoke from an old desire,
Hand-me-down dreams in neon light,
Recycled truths dressed up as fights.

Voices echo from vinyl cracks,
Painted vans and protest tracks,
We wear the past like it’s couture,
But nothing feels completely pure.

(Pre-Chorus)
We’re chasing ghosts in faded frames,
Calling history by new names—

(Chorus)
People today still dine on yesterday’s plate,
Table scraps of the sixties served up as fate,
Passing the rhythm, the rebel cries,
Like sacred relics we won’t revise.
Oh, we dance like it’s something new,
But it’s borrowed breath we’re breathing through—
Yeah, we’re still living off what they threw,
Table scraps of the sixties… me and you.

(Verse 2)
Tie-dye slogans, peace on repeat,
Marching echoes down every street,
Freedom sings in a familiar key,
Like déjà vu in harmony.

We quote the lines, we mime the rage,
Rewriting scripts from a borrowed page,
Every revolution feels rehearsed,
Like we’re the sequel, not the first.

(Pre-Chorus)
We raise our fists, but hesitate,
Are we too late—or just too late?

(Chorus)
People today still dine on yesterday’s plate,
Table scraps of the sixties served up as fate,
Passing the rhythm, the rebel cries,
Like sacred relics we won’t revise.
Oh, we dance like it’s something new,
But it’s borrowed breath we’re breathing through—
Yeah, we’re still living off what they threw,
Table scraps of the sixties… me and you.

(Bridge)
But maybe there’s a spark in the dust,
A hidden flame in borrowed trust,
Not just leftovers, not just remains—
But seeds still growing through the stains.

(Breakdown)
So do we keep what came before,
Or finally open a different door?

(Final Chorus)
People today at the edge of a shift,
Holding the past like a dangerous gift,
We can repeat or redefine,
Draw a new truth, redraw the line.
Oh, the music plays—but it’s up to you,
To change the song or just pass it through—
Are we more than what we once knew?
Or just table scraps of the sixties… coming through.

(Outro)
Yeah, the echoes fade—but never die,
It’s up to us to ask them why.

Female Vocals, Swinging, Indie Pop, Alternative