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Recycled Meat

from Stanley by Sylvia Haynes

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I fall into the skyline, I hang on the horizon
I choke upon my poison, I lay beside an omen
I wash away my knowledge, and regurgitate my garbage
My brain is bare and bottomless, my skin, it begs for tenderness

I lead a nation of regrets to burn their love like cigarettes
To crush their idle silhouettes, to table-dance with castanets
And realize that they are blessed by the empty homes that they posses
They carry consciousness like a crutch, and hide the evidence in a rush

When not enough feels like too much, and the tangible is out of touch
your broken mirror will bring you luck, and free the body in which you are stuck

When this song is done i’ll write my own from remnants of the names i’ve known and syllables I spoke in sleep, so deep and clear, let lied Beneath this waking world of eyelid thieves, and games that only blinkers cheat
We crash into the fear we drink and vengeance drives us to the brink

Now,Infallible lips emit decrees to smoke the bluebirds from their trees
The truth, it does not fly, it flees to solitude beneath the sea
Now the illiterate write symphonies on dollar bills and TV screens
And scream to halls of empty seats

The echo from the theatre seems
To drown out the final gasping pleas
Of children hooked on symmetry
But as I walk into the hall I see
The person on the stage is me

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from Stanley, released February 2, 2023

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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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