Squid-Ink Bread in the Salon (Captain Nemo)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands chart what no map holds,
through pressured dark where sunlight folds—
the Nautilus your phantom mind made real,
synaptic pathways firing as you'd wheel
through corridors of steel and glass,
long-term potentiation etched to last,
each dive rewires how your cortex learns to see,
axonal branches bloom in symphony.
Your genius blooms in isolation's keeps,
where theta waves conduct their ancient deeps,
and mirror neurons understand the sea
the way the sea already understands thee.

[Chorus]
You built a world beneath the world,
where currents turn and secrets swirl,
your vision glows in every riveted seam—
the deep is just your living dream,
the deep is just your living dream,
your heart keeps rhythm with the stream.

[Verse 2]
Your obsidian sub descends through thermal zones,
neurogenesis firing in your bones,
predictive coding reads the pressure's song,
proprioception says: this dark, this strong.
You've mapped the trenches no explorer knew,
myelination speeds each calculated move,
the hippocampus stores each trench, each ridge,
your ship becomes a synaptic bridge.
Interoception—breath within the hull—
your body knows the ocean's pull,
and every search rewrites your neural net,
you're grinning at the world you've never left.

[Chorus]
You built a world beneath the world,
where currents turn and secrets swirl,
your vision glows in every riveted seam—
the deep is just your living dream,
the deep is just your living dream,
your heart keeps rhythm with the stream.

[Bridge]
Cortical remapping as your windows gleam,
no tyranny above can reach your scheme,
your genius blooms in pressure, salt, and sighs,
the deep forgives all restless eyes.

[Chorus]
You built a world beneath the world,
where currents turn and secrets swirl,
your vision glows in every riveted seam—
the deep is just your living dream,
the deep is just your living dream,
your heart keeps rhythm with the stream.

[Outro]
Your phantom ship still spirals down,
through trenches where no surface dwells,
the ocean holds your grinning crown—
the Nautilus tolls its phantom bells.