Misir-Loop

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Daniel, your words in this worn paperback,
Thinking, Fast and Slow, dog-eared on page 62,
where you whisper about repetition's grip.
I hold you close, spine cracked from 2011 readings,
in that Yale lab, charts of market trends fluttering like ghosts.
Robert Shiller nods from across the room,
born in '46, his narrative economics spilling over coffee stains.

[Chorus]
Misir-loop, you coil in my amygdala,
familiarity dressed as truth, three times heard,
and I believe the lie, even warned.
Oh, illusion of truth, you're the hum in the fMRI,
scanning my biases at 2 AM, cold air at 20 degrees Celsius.
Loop me gently, but I see you now.

[Verse 2]
This styrofoam cup of instant coffee, bitter at midnight,
smells of metallic tang and stale grounds,
while the machine buzzes, mapping my brain's deceit.
Graduate students, unnamed in the papers,
run trials, their sweaters huddled against the chill.
You, the book, address me intimately,
teaching how falsehoods amplify, contagious as Shiller's stories.

[Chorus]
Misir-loop, you coil in my amygdala,
familiarity dressed as truth, three times heard,
and I believe the lie, even warned.
Oh, illusion of truth, you're the hum in the fMRI,
scanning my biases at 2 AM, cold air at 20 degrees Celsius.
Loop me gently, but I see you now.

[Bridge]
What gaps in the record, those missing assistants,
their nights lost to data on neural resistance.
Kahneman, born '34, your quote lingers:
frequent repetition blurs the line to belief.
I trace your pages, feeling the rough grip of the pen,
in that quiet Princeton carrel, musty with old texts.

[Verse 3]
Here in the cluttered lab, circa 2010,
walls lined with sticky notes: 'narrative contagion.'
You, the object of my resilience,
teach me to break the cycle, one breath at a time.
No more looping twice on the same false thread.

[Outro]
Misir-loop, I address you now, my old friend,
unwind in the twilight, let truth fade into view.