This piece is a wild, poetic anthem to neuroplasticity, a love song to the brain’s ability to rebuild itself through chaos, movement, and emotion.

Beneath the wit and weirdness runs a sincere message: that healing isn’t about perfection, but rhythm, rewiring through laughter, rest, connection, and sensory joy. 

Science meets spirituality on a dance floor of self-repair, part rave, part revelation, part neuroscience.

Lyrics.

[Intro]
What the hell is this?
My skull’s a disco.
Neurons doing congas,
Astrocytes on shift.
Who gave my brain a heartbeat?
Who wired my dreams in glitch?
Every thought’s a power cut,
Then back online. Again. Switch.

[Verse 1]
There’s static in my cerebellum,
A choir in the cortex hummin’, tell ‘em!
Glia whisper secrets in the dark,
While mitochondria strike the spark.

My dopamine’s on Northern time,
Late, chaotic, borderline sublime.
I’m a symphony of meat and light,
Half hungover, half divine.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not broken, I’m rewiring,
Synapses tired but still aspiring.
The chaos hums, the pulse is pure,
The system glitches, that’s the cure.

[Chorus]
Move your body, move your mind,
Your power plants will realign.
Feed the light, reduce the drain,
You can always rewire your brain.
Sing in sunlight, dance through rain,
Grow new neurons, lose the shame.
Cry, repair, breathe, remain,
You can always rewire your brain.

[Verse 2]
Two systems wrestle under skin,
The one that changes, one that clings.
Old habits whisper, new ones shout,
Plastic pathways sort it out.

Forget the hacks and guru tips,
Your cortex learns in bursts and slips.
Feed it meaning, feed it play,
Brains love weird, it’s how they pray.

[Bridge]
Mitochondria rave in every cell,
They hate bad sleep, they love to dwell
In sunlight, laughter, leafy greens,
They’re microscopic dopamine machines.
So rest your head, move your feet,
Let your gut bugs join the beat.
You’re not mad, you’re electric,
A self-healing neural aesthetic.

[Final Chorus]
Move your body, move your mind,
Let your circuitry realign.
Every scar’s a signal chain,
You can always rewire your brain.
Cry, repair, laugh, sustain,
Feel your thoughts evolve again.
What the hell is this refrain?
Oh yeah, I just rewired my brain.

copyright ©️ Dendritedisco 2025



What the hell is this.

Soundtracks for overstimulated souls, lyrical detours for the late diagnosed, and bangers for the kids who cried at the end of Art Attack.

I am a proud registered psychiatric nurse of 15 years. ❤️ -I write to process. 

I’m a lyricist through and through, 
each track hints at the vibe I imagine, but I’m under no illusion, These songs need to be lifted off the page and into the lungs of someone who can do them justice.

If something speaks to you, I'm always open to collaboration or hearing your take.

Lyrics, all my own. instrumental and voice- made with the help of AI.  (I write my lyrics and describe how I would like the song to sound, including instrumentals.) These are all my own creations. 

All uploaded songs will remain copywritied by myself  [DendriteDisco]©️ [2025]

What the hell is this.

DendriteDisco. [Laura Keable]