Goldeneye Was a House First (Ian Fleming)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers mapped the neural pathways of desire—
each sentence a synapse firing across the page,
dark martinis and the blonde who moves through smoke
like theta waves through sleeping cortex,
and you knew: repetition rewires the brain,
the same gun, the same woman, the same
cigarette burned down to ash means
long-term potentiation, means
your reader's neurons will never forget
the shape of danger in a tuxedo.

[Chorus]
You built cathedrals out of wanting,
each blueprint a body learning to crave,
your words axonal, branching, reaching
into the dark where we all live and ache—
and god, we cannot look away,
we cannot look away.

[Verse 2]
You understood proprioception: the spy knows
exactly where his body ends in space,
each muscle calibrated for survival,
and you gave your creation that precision—
the cortical remapping of a man remade
by circumstance into something sleeker,
something with mirror neurons trained
to read the room before the room reads him,
predictive coding in flesh and fedora.

[Chorus]
You built cathedrals out of wanting,
each blueprint a body learning to crave,
your words axonal, branching, reaching
into the dark where we all live and ache—
and god, we cannot look away,
we cannot look away.

[Bridge]
Every secret is a seed of neurogenesis,
every martini a form of interoception—
feeling the self from inside the self—
and you knew that addiction to the narrative
meant hippocampal consolidation,
the story cementing deeper with each telling,
myelination of the wanting.

[Chorus]
You built cathedrals out of wanting,
each blueprint a body learning to crave,
your words axonal, branching, reaching
into the dark where we all live and ache—
and god, we cannot look away,
we cannot look away.

[Outro]
Your man still walks through casinos,
still orders the same drink with the same
specific shake—your synapses firing
in ten million minds, dancing.

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