Lyrics for Central Dogma, track 3 from the album Supercollision by The Superconducting Supercolliders*.
*A fictional band fronted by Newton Geiszler in Designations Congruent with Things.
music by the talented allyspock.
Central Dogma
You meet when it’s raining Air pressure is waning Wind speeds rise, You’re inside.
You follow your central dogma, A song and a fifth of vodka You confirm It’s short term.
Residue by residue It propagates inside of you Veridical and vertical It’s all you have that’s personal. A code that you have half transferred To me, transcribing word for word.
Four years and five cities He thought you were pretty. Time to go, Quid pro quo.
No roots when you wander; Your child, your transponder. Improvise, Cut your ties.
A helix comes unscrewed So you can be renewed. Veridically and vertically, Literally and perfectly. Sequential code transfer In you, in me, transcription word for word.
An altered translation Produced by temptation. A work of art Split apart.
Your genes in a remix; Reworking of limits. An arced degree Spans you and me.