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The Secret Road to the Corner of Your Deserted Mind (Again) (Stephanie) lyrics & image by Stephanie & ChatGPT music by Suno AI The Secret Road to the Corner of Your Deserted Mind (Again) (Stephanie) The grass of the tundra is so beautiful, the song starts on the table for everyone to enjoy. A metronome hums in a borrowed year, 1984 breathing down our necks, A German band arguing softly backstage About sheep costumes, clowns, and artistic integrity. Someone says Nein, someone shrugs, Someone writes the hook anyway. The chorus was hidden in a filing cabinet, Labeled “BORN?” with a question mark and a coffee ring, Didn’t see daylight till ’85, When the label said, “Sure, why not,” And the tape machine sighed in relief. The melody stuck like glue on the internet’s shoe, It followed me home and explained itself for hours, With footnotes, hyperlinks, and a moral at the end. I nodded politely, learned nothing, Clicked “accept all cookies,” And forgot what year it was again. Then a German shepherd logged on, Paws clacking confidently on the keyboard, Ran a search, chased a theory, Barked once at a broken link. Academic, focused, tail wagging— Peer review has never been so loyal. Ooooh—born under fluorescent stars Ooooh—reissued memories and guitars Ooooh—the corner of a mind that’s closed for repairs There’s a road nobody mapped, Paved with liner notes and almost-truths, Where every fact wears a costume And every chorus knows your name. If you hum it quietly, it hums you back, If you forget it, it charts anyway. The table’s still there, set for everyone, The tundra keeps growing greener in the telling, And somewhere between versions and years, The song keeps starting— Not when it’s released, But when you decide it already was.