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Ghost.

from Hogarth. by Sylvia Haynes

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Constant calling coming from a silver throat.
Made my mind up after only several strokes.

Raindrops echo in a tin pan.
Hubris falling into my hands.

Constant calling coming from a silver throat.
Made my mind up after all the words I wrote.

Silence, heavy over my head.
Violence, hiding under my bed.

Constant calling coming from a silver throat.
All the children laughing at the billy goat.

The most that a grape is worth is wine and the sand on the beach isn't worth my time, and the moon aint worth a good god damn, and the sun just aint part of my plan, and the ocean is just a mystery, and the earth is just something to seed, and the bleeding you do will not relieve the pain that you cause your self with greed, and

the lines that you leave, they are just make-believe, and
the air that you breathe, it is just make-believe, and
the filth and the trees, they are just make-believe, and
the ghost that I leave, it is just make-believe, and

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from Hogarth., released May 15, 2014

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Sylvia Haynes New Jersey

a musician trying to score a film larger than she can comprehend.

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primarily home recordings.

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Kentucky Wonder Records
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