
The Kelly Song Collective
Scatter My Ashes
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Scatter my ashes in the hollows and cracks
of memory familiar and warm.
Scatter my ashes down the roads and the tracks,
so they’ll settle in the place I was born.
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And if the winds will to raise
my remains, don’t protest.
They can blow me from Long Beach to Clare.
Just hold my vessel to your chest.
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Scatter my ashes wherever you will,
by the sea or by the highlands.
Scatter my ashes in a garden still
where I laid every stone with my hands.
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And if the winds will to raise
my remains, don’t protest.
They can blow me from my heart to yours.
Just hold my vessel to your chest.
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I don’t need your tributes.
I don’t need your cheers.
I don’t need you whoring out your soul.
I don’t need your memories.
I don’t need your tears.
I don’t need to have the starring role .
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Scatter my ashes, scatter my heart
where brown eyes and a bishop and bluebells are.
Scatter my ashes for as soon as you start,
I’ll be there to mend over a scar.
