Ashes to Ashes - Jenny Hval

She had this dream about a song

She was certain that it was about a burial

The ritual beautifully written

Even the groove was filled with sadness

Every beat went all the way down

Into the two holes in the ground

It had the most moving chord changes

She was certain the lyrics

Went about burying someone’s ashes

And then having a cigarette

Like it was telling her, «Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

From me to you,» but I don’t think it was

I had a dream about this song

That I had not written yet

Like I used to dream of fucking before I knew how

I was playing some kind of instrument

That was just a shape in the earth

Like I was playing by digging my own grave

And I scooped out dirt with two fingers

Placed it in my mouth

Like ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Put two fingers in the earth

Into rotting plums

Into the honeypot

Into moist nude magazines

Or on your device

Swipe with two fingers

Like you were kicking feet underwater, or under the earth

To get up to the surface

Put two fingers in the earth

Into the honeypot

I am digging my own grave in the honeypot

Like ashes to ashes, dust to dust