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  • The Kinks - Scattered: lyrics and video

    All The Kinks:
    Lyrics:
    I'm scattered here and scattered there
    From the day we are born
    To the fields we are scattered
    While sitting in my solitude
    A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace

    We get bruised
    I wish I knew
    Wish I could prove
    Though it's scattered in the world beyond
    Those scattered clues she left behind
    Ever since she's been gone
    You're going home so what does it matter
    And with emotional glue
    Through it all we were scattered
    By a breeze that is blown
    And is she up there out of view
    To grow wild and sleep rough
    Beaten and battered
    There'll only be my ashes to scatter
    And the spirit can live on
    To a worrying mind
    A photograph with a smiling face
    Is scattered like the universe
    She's out of view

    Till from the earth we are torn
    Time and space and why world's move
    But then I find
    We're gonna stick together, body and mind
    To a new life, a new dawn
    The reason why this life on earth
    No sight nor sound
    We survive somewhat battered
    We get battered
    Now my life is all scattered
    Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
    On some higher platitude
    To an atomic mind
    We are torn, we are shattered
    Bits of me scattered everywhere
    And I've been out of my mind
    And all the logical answers
    Ever since she's been gone



    I look around that empty room
    And a soul that is free
    To the earth you are scattered
    I've been alone to contemplate
    Can live on eternally
    I've watched the stars and wondered why
    To the fields we are scattered
    Like a seed that is sown

    In the end what will it matter
    But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered


    Will be scattered in time
    And the fields where we gathered
    Now the crops are all scattered
    They're scattered up there in the sky
    All the children are scattered

    I guess I'll never see her again
    I feel the blues coming on

    Ever since she went away
    Then from the dust we are born

    She's left so soon
    A coffee cup with her lipstick stains

    I feel older, I feel fatter
    Scattered here while you travel time

    Now some of us are barmy and battered


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