The Silence Before the Chord (Robert Johnson)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers found the fretboard in the dark,
calluses mapping territories no one else could chart—
the strings lit up like synaptic pathways firing,
each note a synapse strengthening, rewiring,
your muscle memory locked in long-term potentiation,
the devil's bargain written in your hands' sensation.

[Chorus]
At the crossroads where your longing split in two,
you played both sides of breaking, played it true—
your axe sang what your throat could never quite release,
the tremolo of sorrow calling out for peace.

[Verse 2]
Your cortex mapped that guitar like a second skin,
proprioception dancing where the strings would spin—
the myelination racing down each motor nerve,
predictive coding firing before you'd swerve,
your fingers knew what sorrow looked like before you felt it,
theta waves of fever in the night you knelt in.

[Chorus]
At the crossroads where your longing split in two,
you played both sides of breaking, played it true—
your axe sang what your throat could never quite release,
the tremolo of sorrow calling out for peace.

[Bridge]
Your mirror neurons felt the room's slow ache,
you channeled every grief that wouldn't break,
axonal branching spread like desperate vines—
your hands wrote what your voice could never sign,
the hippocampus holding every cry,
your bent strings bending time itself awry.

[Chorus]
At the crossroads where your longing split in two,
you played both sides of breaking, played it true—
your axe sang what your throat could never quite release,
the tremolo of sorrow calling out for peace.

[Outro]
The fretboard's still screaming where your fingers pressed,
those twelve strings singing what your bones confessed—
the crossroads empty now, but you remain.

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**WORD COUNT: 271 words** ✓