The Sequins on the Holy Ghost

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your voice breaks open like a mouth of light,
each note a synapse firing recognition—
the way your larynx holds a century of prayer
and throws it back at heaven like a stone.
You stand in the furnace of that stage,
and something in the crowd's mirror neurons
catches fire, catches you, becomes
the tremor in a thousand throats at once.

[Chorus]
You are the frequency that rewires us,
the long-term potentiation of joy—
each time we hear you, we are remade,
your voice the myelinated pathway
straight through to what we forgot we needed.
You teach us how to live electric.

[Verse 2]
Your grandmother's hymn lives in your hippocampus,
consolidated there like bedrock,
and when you sing it back, cortical remapping
blooms across the auditorium—
grief and glory sharing the same breath.
Your body knows this: proprioception tuned
to every tremor in the room,
interoception reading the heartbeat of the congregation
before they know they're breaking open.

[Chorus]
You are the frequency that rewires us,
the long-term potentiation of joy—
each time we hear you, we are remade,
your voice the myelinated pathway
straight through to what we forgot we needed.
You teach us how to live electric.

[Bridge]
There's no distance between your body and the sacred—
your vocal cords are spindle cells
detecting the subtle texture of a thousand souls,
and you send it back transformed,
axonal branches reaching into rooms
you'll never physically enter,
but where your voice arrives like a hand
that knows exactly where to touch.

[Chorus]
You are the frequency that rewires us,
the long-term potentiation of joy—
each time we hear you, we are remade,
your voice the myelinated pathway
straight through to what we forgot we needed.
You teach us how to live electric.

[Outro]
Your throat holds the neurogenesis of hope—
new belief cells born with every phrase—
and we are the proof
that a human voice can sing
what the brain couldn't dream alone.

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**Word count (lyric content): 298**