Ashes in My Pocket Remix - Under the Rust | INDIE FOLK | FOLK POP

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Title: Ashes in My Pocket
Genre: INDIE FOLK AMERICANA CINEMATIC FOLK POP

A song about what we carry when we think we have let go.
About the fragments that follow us quietly, not as chains but as embers.
Even when we believe the fire is gone, it still leaves its warmth in our pockets.

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About this track
"Ashes in My Pocket" was inspired by the way love and loss refuse to vanish on command.
Sometimes what is left is not the storm, not the cry, but the quiet weight of what mattered.
A coat that still smells like a season you lived together.
A folded scrap of paper hidden in the back of a drawer.
Ashes you never meant to keep, yet cannot throw away.

It is a song about memory as both a burden and a shelter.
The verses trace the small rituals of keeping someone close without speaking their name.
The choruses open to the truth that forgetting can hurt more than remembering.

This is not about mourning in shadows, but walking forward with small sparks in your hands.

Creative tools
This track is Made with AI, but every word, every pause, every lift in the melody is ours.
We shaped the phrasing, the rise, and the fall until the song breathed in rhythm with the story it tells.
AI provided the frame. We gave it the pulse.

What do you still carry without meaning to
Share the ashes you keep in the comments. Someone else might understand them.

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Lyrics

I cleaned the shelf where you once stood
The dust was thick, but the light was good
I found a note you never meant
Folded deep where silence went

Your name still echoes in the draw
Where nothing fits just like before

I've got ASHES in my pocket
From a fire I didn’t start
You left "traces in the lining"
That still sing inside my heart
I don’t cry when I remember
But I BURN when I forget
I’ve got ashes and I’m not done yet

I wore your coat to feel the weight
The sleeves too long, the fit not great
But every thread still held a spark
Even washed in soap and dark

I swore I’d throw it all away
But love just learns how to stay

I've got ASHES in my pocket
From a fire I didn’t start
You left "traces in the lining"
That still sing inside my heart
I don’t cry when I remember
But I BURN when I forget
I’ve got ashes and I’m not done yet

Some ghosts don’t howl, they hum instead
And sleep between the words you said

I've got ASHES in my pocket
They remind me I was whole
And if I carry them with silence
That’s just how I keep control
I don’t cry when I remember
But I BURN when I forget
I’ve got ashes and I’m not done yet