Alice Had the Hands

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your sentences circle like hands on a dial,
each word breeding the next in a synaptic bloom—
repetition fires those neural pathways hot,
long-term potentiation aching in the marrow of form.
You taught us that language lives in the body,
that saying a thing twice makes it *true*.

[Chorus]
A rose is a rose is a rose is alive,
the way your tongue loops and doubles and thrives,
you've rewired how we taste the bone of a word,
made the familiar strange, made the strange something heard,
a rose is a rose is a rose in your mouth.

[Verse 2]
Your predictive coding runs backwards through syntax—
you unmake the sentence to find where meaning *begins*,
theta waves pulsing through groundless assertion,
axioms born from repetition, not reason.
Your mirror neurons firing against the convention,
cortical remapping of what a sentence can be.

[Chorus]
A rose is a rose is a rose is alive,
the way your tongue loops and doubles and thrives,
you've rewired how we taste the bone of a word,
made the familiar strange, made the strange something heard,
a rose is a rose is a rose in your mouth.

[Bridge]
Axioms breed axioms—your hippocampal consolidation
of the mundane into shrine, the tender into theorem.
You didn't just write through the break in tradition,
you *embodied* the sentence itself as a body,
flesh and repetition inseparable.

[Chorus]
A rose is a rose is a rose is alive,
the way your tongue loops and doubles and thrives,
you've rewired how we taste the bone of a word,
made the familiar strange, made the strange something heard,
a rose is a rose is a rose in your mouth.

[Outro]
Your sentences spiral like gardens of cells,
each repetition a bloom, each bloom a bell.
Say it again—and watch it grow real.

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