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I'm not a fan of heavy metal. But…my engineer son has been listening to it since middle school, and he gave a shout out to this local band, Allegaeon, featuring virtuoso flamenco (and other style)guitar solos, and lyrics that are all about science.
Lyrics to “Gray Matter Mechanics”
Regenerate, the human brain
Through positive meditation
Stability, slow to breathe
Studied in revolving three dimensions
Observing growth in the thalamus
Inferior temporal gyrus
Orbitofrontal cortex
Larger volumes in the hippocampus
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics
Observable data of gray matter mechanics
Rare and strange, the movements made
Through endless repetitions
Bolstering immunity
Staving off disease and deterioration
Observing growth in the thalamus
Inferior temporal gyrus
Orbitofrontal cortex
Larger volumes in the hippocampus
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics
Observable data of gray matter mechanics
Neurons increased in size and number
Changing our structure
The mind:
Moving serene, no sight or touch
To interrupt us. Now, grow
Meditate and track the clockwork of organics
Observable data of gray matter mechanics
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around Tom Paine’s,
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
I offer’d her my hand,
She took me by the arm.
I knew that very instant,
She meant to do me harm.
“Depart from me this moment,”
I told her with my voice.
Said she, “But I don’t wish to,”
Said I, “But you have no choice.”
“I beg you, sir,” she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
“I will secretly accept you
And together we’ll fly south.”
Just then Tom Paine, himself,
Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up Tom Paine did run,
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said to me,
“I’m sorry for what she’s done.”