1855
Justin Rutledge Lyrics


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What would Walter do if he'd run into you
Laying down among the blades of grass?
He'd turn the pages slow, as histories of snow
Speaking like each word would be his last

So I give you a ring
Made of fiddle string
And I can hear the trumpets from the hills
The words I love the best are the words that you undress
As flowers crowd the open windowsills

Everything depends
On a grove where the river bends
Where I imagine waking up with you
With you and I alive in 1855
Today the skies are colorblind and blue

The lighthouse keeper cheered
The old man and his beard
But he swallowed up the last of all our gin
He stumbled home alone, to the shipwrecks and the storm
Wishing he was where your voice had been

Everything depends
On the time when the money ends
When we ain't got a penny or a clue
With you and I alive in 1855
Today the skies are colorblind and blue

Everything depends
On the way that you move your hands
And draw the curtains wide to see the view




With you and I alive in 1855
Today the skies are colorblind and blue

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Justin Rutledge's song "1855" depict a scene set in the past, specifically in the year 1855. The singer imagines what the historical person Walter would do if he encountered the person mentioned in the song. The setting is described as blades of grass, and the singer envisions Walter carefully turning the pages of a book, perhaps of historical significance, as if each word he speaks would be his last. This imagery suggests a sense of nostalgia and longing for the past.


The song continues with the singer offering a ring made of fiddle string, symbolizing a token of love or commitment, as they listen to the sounds of trumpets coming from the hills. The singer expresses a deep affection for the words spoken by the person mentioned, peeling back layers of vulnerability, likening it to flowers crowding open windowsills. This imagery evokes a sense of beauty and intimacy in their connection.


The next stanza depicts the lighthouse keeper, an old man with a beard, who cheers but also consumes the last of the gin. This portrays a sense of loneliness and longing for the person's voice. The lighthouse keeper, in this case, becomes a metaphor for the singer's yearning and isolation.


Throughout the song, the repetition of the phrase "Everything depends" implies that the singer's emotions and happiness rely on specific circumstances, such as the bend in a river grove or the absence of money. These elements serve as metaphors for the delicate balance of love and life. The mention of 1855 represents a desire to escape to a different time, perhaps an idyllic past or an alternative reality where love and connection are more accessible. The final line, "Today the skies are colorblind and blue," suggests a sense of longing and resignation, acknowledging that the present may lack vibrancy and meaning.


Overall, "1855" is a song that explores themes of nostalgia, longing, and the reliance of emotions on specific circumstances. Its evocative imagery and poetic language create a sense of yearning for a different time and a deep connection with another person.


Line by Line Meaning

What would Walter do if he'd run into you
If Walter were to come across you lying in the grass, he would approach with caution and curiosity


Laying down among the blades of grass?
Resting peacefully amidst the blades of grass


He'd turn the pages slow, as histories of snow
He would carefully read through the pages of your life, each one resembling the delicate and intricate patterns of falling snow


Speaking like each word would be his last
Uttering every word with a sense of urgency and significance, as if it might be his final opportunity to do so


So I give you a ring
As a symbol of my affection and commitment, I offer you a ring


Made of fiddle string
Crafted from the delicate strings of a fiddle, representing the beauty and harmony of our connection


And I can hear the trumpets from the hills
In my heart, I can hear the joyous sound of trumpets echoing from the distant hills as a celebration of our love


The words I love the best are the words that you undress
The most cherished expressions are the ones you reveal when you let go of pretense and show your true self


As flowers crowd the open windowsills
Just like a multitude of flowers adorning the open windows, the words you speak bring beauty and vibrancy to our surroundings


Everything depends
The outcome of everything is reliant on


On a grove where the river bends
The turning point lies within a tranquil grove where the river takes a curve


Where I imagine waking up with you
Imagining the blissful moment of starting each day together


With you and I alive in 1855
In this shared fantasy, we exist and experience life together in the year 1855


Today the skies are colorblind and blue
At present, the sky appears devoid of vibrant hues, only displaying a serene yet melancholic blue


The lighthouse keeper cheered
Filled with delight, the lighthouse keeper expressed his happiness through cheers


The old man and his beard
Referring to the elderly man with a long beard, symbolizing wisdom and experience


But he swallowed up the last of all our gin
However, he consumed the remaining gin, which was the final trace of our shared pleasure and indulgence


He stumbled home alone, to the shipwrecks and the storm
He made his way back to his residence, feeling lonely and faced with the chaos of shipwrecks and a storm


Wishing he was where your voice had been
Longing to be in the place where he last heard the sound of your voice


Everything depends
The outcome of everything is reliant on


On the time when the money ends
The crucial factor lies in the moment when financial resources become depleted


When we ain't got a penny or a clue
During a time when we lack both money and direction


With you and I alive in 1855
In this shared fantasy, we exist and experience life together in the year 1855


Today the skies are colorblind and blue
At present, the sky appears devoid of vibrant hues, only displaying a serene yet melancholic blue


Everything depends
The outcome of everything is reliant on


On the way that you move your hands
The key aspect lies in how you skillfully and gracefully use your hands


And draw the curtains wide to see the view
As you widen the curtains to behold the scenery outside, it signifies your willingness to embrace the beauty of the world


With you and I alive in 1855
In this shared fantasy, we exist and experience life together in the year 1855


Today the skies are colorblind and blue
At present, the sky appears devoid of vibrant hues, only displaying a serene yet melancholic blue




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Justin Rutledge

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