Odes to Joy

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 224 · middle

Spared No Expense (Dr. John Hammond)

Dr. John Hammond

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands know the language that dinosaurs left
in layers of sediment, bone turned to theft—
you read what was sleeping a hundred million years,
your fingers translate what nobody hears.
The mirror neurons fire when you touch the skull,
your brain maps their motion, their predatory pull.

[Chorus]
You're holding the thunder of everything gone,
the weight of extinction burning your palms,
and somewhere inside you the synapses sing—
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe,
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe.

[Verse 2]
Your cortex remaps with each fossil you find,
long-term potentiation etching the mind—
the neural pathways strengthen with every new frame,
the hippocampus consolidates wonder as name.
Your hands shake when you unearth the spine,
theta waves firing: *this was alive, this was mine.*

[Chorus]
You're holding the thunder of everything gone,
the weight of extinction burning your palms,
and somewhere inside you the synapses sing—
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe,
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe.

[Bridge]
The myelination thickens along every nerve
that touches the ribcage and reads what it learned.
Your proprioception knows stone like it knows skin—
you feel their geometry, let the old world in.

[Chorus]
You're holding the thunder of everything gone,
the weight of extinction burning your palms,
and somewhere inside you the synapses sing—
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe,
you're teaching the dead how to dance, how to breathe.

[Outro]
Amber holds insects whole and complete—
you hold the full picture, the bones and the heat,
and every discovered jaw sings you alive.

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**WORD COUNT: 289 words** ✓
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