Odes to Joy

Tete a Sisukiro · Track 171 · middle

Le Tissu

fascia — the physical connective web holding the body's hidden memory of tension

Lyrics

[Intro]You, the second skin.The one beneath the skin.The ghost suit I wear,woven from pressure and time.Le tissu. The tissue of the story.[Verse 1]I remember the fall, nineteen ninety-three.The gravel on my knee.But you remember the brace in my right shoulder,the way I caught myself.You wrote it down.In collagen and fluid.A silent archive of every held breath,every minor impact,every night spent curled on the wrong side.A quiet cartographer,drawing maps of all my little wars.[Chorus]And Ida said it, didn't she?"Where you think it is, it ain't."The ache in my neck is a story about my ankle.The tightness in my jaw is a memory from my hip.This is the gospel of the body,a tensional network of truth.And where I point to the pain,is never where it began.[Verse 2]On a table in a quiet room,Rue de l'Échaudé, winter of '07.A stranger's educated elbowfinds a line of fire from my wrist to my spine.A knot I didn't know I'd tied.He calls it fascia.A spiderweb, he says, snagged on a memory.And for a moment, under that slow, deep pressure,the ghost in the suit starts to stir.The web begins to hum.[Chorus]And Ida was right."Where you think it is, it ain't."The ache in my neck is a story about my ankle.The tightness in my jaw is a memory from my hip.This is the gospel of the body,a tensional network of truth.And where I point to the pain,is never where it began.[Bridge]And if you could dissolve the rest...the muscle, the bone, the blood...I'd still be here.A perfect, three-dimensional outline of myself.A statue made of every tension I ever held.Every word I swallowed.Every fear that made me shrink.You hold it all.The physical shape of my unsaid things.[Outro]So let the gravity flow through.Let it flow.Unwind the thread.Release the story of the fall.Release the ghost from its suit.Just for a little while.
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