Verse 1 Every move you make becomes a line of code, written not by thinking it, but walking down the road. The hand don't learn from words you say, it learns from what it did — the program is the action, not some shadow that it hid. You can't edit it with telling, can't correct it with a phrase, the muscle keeps the score of every one of your replays. Chorus So mind what you rehearse, friend, mind what you repeat, the wrong note played in confidence will dig itself in deep. There's no shortcut through the wiring, no story you can tell it — you only own the version of the thing you went and felled it. Verse 2 Stop your drill at the same hard spot, time and time again, you're teaching it to hesitate right there, again and again. A fork gets built into the chain, a flinch before the bend — so vary where you call it quits, don't make the same place end. The tension creeps in early now, the body knows what's near, unless you scatter your retreats and don't let the spot take fear. Chorus So mind what you rehearse, friend, mind what you repeat, the wrong note played in confidence will dig itself in deep. There's no shortcut through the wiring, no story you can tell it — you only own the version of the thing you went and felled it. Verse 3 You think you'll learn it gentle if you only play it slow, but slow and fast ain't cousins, they're a different undertow. The tension ratios shift on you, the muscles change their plan — so burst it quick in fragments, let the pauses be the span. Shrink the gaps as you go on, let speed come from the parts, not from a crawl that calcifies the wrong shape in your arts. Chorus So mind what you rehearse, friend, mind what you repeat, the wrong note played in confidence will dig itself in deep. There's no shortcut through the wiring, no story you can tell it — you only own the version of the thing you went and felled it. Verse 4 Don't build just one road home to the same familiar place — play it big, then play it small, a different muscle base. Four wheels turning where you can, not just the front two spinning, so when one pathway falters, another road is winning. The shape stays true, the means don't have to copy one design — the body that has options is the body built to shine. Chorus So mind what you rehearse, friend, mind what you repeat, the wrong note played in confidence will dig itself in deep. There's no shortcut through the wiring, no story you can tell it — you only own the version of the thing you went and felled it. Verse 5 "I just did that" — say it plain, the simplest kind of true, not a lecture, not a verdict, just a name for what you knew. The cover thought comes just before the hand does what it's done, so tag it quick and you can change the race before it's run. The teacher's gift is bringing what was hidden into light — not the answer, just the noticing, and noticing sets it right. Chorus So mind what you rehearse, friend, mind what you repeat, the wrong note played in confidence will dig itself in deep. There's no shortcut through the wiring, no story you can tell it — you only own the version of the thing you went and felled it.
