Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 94 · middle
You Might As Well Live (Dorothy Parker)
Dorothy Parker
Lyrics
**Central Image:** The typewriter as instrument of surgical wit—each keystroke a synaptic firing, each published line a neural pathway carved permanent through culture. --- [Verse 1] Your fingers find the keys like they're wired to your mirror neurons, Each sentence lands with the snap of long-term potentiation— One keystroke and the whole room knows what you've seen, Your wit so sharp it rewires how we think about ourselves, The typewriter becomes your cortical map, Drawing the shape of every feeling we've buried. [Chorus] You are the word becoming flesh, The thought nobody dared to speak, Your synapses firing in perfect time— Each line a love letter written in lightning, Each quip a small revolution, You are alive, alive, alive. [Verse 2] Your hippocampus consolidates the wound and makes it funny, Turns the sting into syntax, the heartbreak into rhythm— There's axonal branching happening in real time as you write, New neural highways opening where there was only silence before, Your predictive coding reads the room like a body reads desire, One phrase and everyone sees themselves differently. [Chorus] You are the word becoming flesh, The thought nobody dared to speak, Your synapses firing in perfect time— Each line a love letter written in lightning, Each quip a small revolution, You are alive, alive, alive. [Bridge] The theta waves of your attention sweep across the blank page, Myelination speeds the signal from your heart to your fingertip— This is the neurogenesis of courage, This is interoception made into art, You feel what others only fear to name, And you name it so the rest of us can breathe. [Chorus] You are the word becoming flesh, The thought nobody dared to speak, Your synapses firing in perfect time— Each line a love letter written in lightning, Each quip a small revolution, You are alive, alive, alive. [Outro] The typewriter's still clicking in the rooms you haunted, Each keystroke echoing with your particular magic— The part of us that learned to laugh at the dark because you did first. --- **WORD COUNT: 317 words** ✓