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Flying On Recycled Fumes
(Verse 1)
I gather up the silence you left in the hall
I harvest every insult written on the wall
All the bitter carbon from a promise made of glass
Breathing in the damage just to make the feeling last
I let the pressure build inside this hollowed-out machine
Waiting for the catalyst, the spark to make it clean
(Pre-Chorus)
Then you walk in with your hydrogen fire, your casual demand
And a single burning touch from your unforgiving hand
(Chorus)
And oh, we’re flying on recycled fumes tonight
Taking all this poison and turning it to flight
We're making jet fuel from the wreckage and the blues
In this closed-loop heart, it’s all I’ve got to lose
Yeah, we're flying high on yesterday’s exhaust
Ignoring all the damage, whatever be the cost
(Verse 2)
I choke down all the vapors of the words we didn't mean
The engine screams a protest, but the cockpit is serene
For a moment up above it, we can almost see the sun
'Til the tank runs dry and gravity remembers what we’ve done
And we're falling back to earth to where the cycle has to start
Collecting all the pieces of a badly-beating heart
(Pre-Chorus)
You find me in the quiet with your hurricane of need
Planting a new fire with a single desperate seed
(Chorus)
And oh, we’re flying on recycled fumes tonight
Taking all this poison and turning it to flight
We're making jet fuel from the wreckage and the blues
In this closed-loop heart, it’s all I’ve got to lose
Yeah, we're flying high on yesterday’s exhaust
Ignoring all the damage, whatever be the cost
(Bridge)
They say that nothing’s wasted, that energy just shifts
But this chemistry between us isn’t progress, it’s a grift
Is this a climb or just a different kind of fall?
We’re building our own engine just to burn it all
I can't breathe without the poison, I can't live without the pain that fuels you
(Chorus - Breakdown into Full Power)
(Softly, then builds with choir) Oh, we’re flying on recycled fumes tonight
(Full belt) Taking all this poison and turning it to FLIGHT!
WE'RE MAKING JET FUEL FROM THE WRECKAGE AND THE BLUES!
IN THIS CLOSED-LOOP HEART, IT'S EVERYTHING TO LOSE!
YEAH, WE'RE FLYING HIGH ON YESTERDAY’S EXHAUST!
I'LL BURN MYSELF TO ASHES AND NEVER COUNT THE COST!
(Outro)
Flying high... on recycled fumes...
Breathing in... breathing you...
(Music fades on a low organ drone and the faint crackle of a flame)
About The Song
“Flying On Recycled Fumes” transforms a scientific breakthrough into a raw metaphor for a codependent, cyclical relationship. Inspired by the news of scientists creating jet fuel from recycled CO2 and green hydrogen, the song explores the toxic process of a couple who uses their own pain, arguments, and history (“carbon emissions”) as the raw material for their passion. With a touch of desperation and connection (“the hydrogen catalyst”), they convert their suffering into brief, exhilarating moments of flight (“jet fuel”), only to crash and restart the unsustainable loop. The musical style is heavily influenced by the raw, soulful power of artists like Teddy Swims, where the visceral emotion of the vocals communicates the desperation and addiction at the heart of the theme. The song asks what it means to be powered by the very thing that pollutes you, turning personal wreckage into a high-stakes, closed-loop engine of emotion.
Production Notes
Genre: Soulful Alt-Rock / Gospel-infused Pop
Vocals: The lead vocal is paramount. Needs a singer with immense range and grit, capable of a soft, breathy verse and a full-throated, gospel-choir-competing belt. Mic: Neumann U 47 or similar warm tube mic. Chain: Into a Neve 1073 preamp, light compression from a Tube-Tech CL 1B to catch peaks without killing dynamics. Performance is key; it’s a story of controlled desperation breaking into raw power. Backing vocals should feel like a small, soulful choir, entering at the bridge and swelling into the final chorus.
Arrangement: Start sparse. A slightly overdriven Rhodes or Wurlitzer with a simple kick/snare pattern. Bass should be low, felt more than heard. A Hammond B3 organ should creep in during the pre-chorus to build tension. The chorus explodes with the full band: loud, loose drums, the organ full and swelling, and a slightly gritty electric guitar playing power chords and a simple melodic line. The bridge should pull back to just the vocal and Rhodes before the final chorus breakdown, which should be an absolute wall of sound. End on the organ holding a single note that fades out.
Mix Automation: This song lives in its dynamics. Automate reverb and delay throws on the vocals, especially on the ends of phrases in the verses. During the choruses, saturate the master bus slightly to give it a feeling of being pushed to its limits, just like the metaphor. The final chorus should feel overwhelming and cathartic before everything cuts out for the final fading organ note. Let it breathe and collapse.
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