A love song for science majors. With apologies to William Blake.
Transcription
© Allison Lonsdale 1998
Live at Lestat's, Disc Two, Track 3
Limbic cortex burning bright
In the brain-pan of the night
What immortal MRI
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
It's a simple exchange
Of a few lines of code
Now there are alien languages in my dreams
Down deep in the source
In the wet gray machine
Now my head's full of someone else's memes
It got into my system with a touch
Now it sings in my veins with heat and light
It's a viral device of exultation
Limbic cortex burning bright
It's a line for a line
And a hook for an eye
And it parses as clear as divine conviction
At the base of the chain
Where the helices turn
I feel it shifting my core transcription
And I let it in without a fight
Because I've been a patchwork girl for years
If it frightens you much or you think you're immune
Better not look in any mirrors
It's a transfer that's high
In signal and joys
We're walking around in dumb communion
When the particles meet
In particular ways
Over hundreds of miles we've still got union
When I see you I hear Bell's Theorem
And my waveform refuses to collapse
Near your constant heart causality flows uphill
And local laws of physics lapse
It's a simple exchange
Of a few lines of code
Now there are alien languages in my dreams
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