Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 202 · middle
The Banana Skirt and the Spy Ring (Josephine Baker)
Josephine Baker
Lyrics
Let me write and count carefully. --- [Verse 1] Your hips write sentences the stage has never heard, each vertebra a syllable, each spin a sacred word, they said your body couldn't think, but watch your motor cortex remap itself with every shimmy—synaptic pathways reorganize, long-term potentiation blazing through your striatum as you teach the crowd a grammar made of silk and skin. [Chorus] You're dancing the myelination into being, insulating every nerve that dares to feel, your axons branching wild, a thousand new connections firing at the speed of joy—you're teaching us to heal. [Verse 2] Those bananas strung like medals on your hip— predictive coding in the audience, they can't read what comes next, your proprioception flawless, knowing every inch of air, theta waves in perfect sync between your limbs and heart, the mirror neurons in the crowd ignite like candles, they're living in your body now, they're born again through you. [Chorus] You're dancing the myelination into being, insulating every nerve that dares to feel, your axons branching wild, a thousand new connections firing at the speed of joy—you're teaching us to heal. [Bridge] The neurogenesis blooming in your hippocampus, laying down fresh memories with every revolution, your interoception razor-sharp—you feel the trembling in the room, transform their fear to hunger, their shame into a song. [Chorus] You're dancing the myelination into being, insulating every nerve that dares to feel, your axons branching wild, a thousand new connections firing at the speed of joy—you're teaching us to heal. [Outro] Fruit becomes a crown becomes a weapon becomes a name, your hips the final argument that bodies speak the truth, and every stage you grace becomes a garden where we're allowed. --- **WORD COUNT: 281 words** ✓ (within 270-320 range)