[Verse 1]
Stand me up, palms turned outward, that's the pose where we begin
Every skeleton's got secret vocabulary hidden in its skin
Foramen's just a hole, a Roman word for opening wide,
a window where the nerves and vessels catch a ride
Fossa is a shallow ditch, a saucer carved in stone,
meatus is a tunnel, a canal that winds alone,
sinus is a hollow pocket, packed with air not marrow,
hollowing your skull out so your head's not quite so narrow
[Chorus]
Foramen's a hole where the messengers pass,
fossa's a hollow, a dish in the glass,
meatus the tunnel, sinus the cave,
learn the terrain and the bones start to behave
Condyle's a knuckle, epicondyle rides above,
tubercle's modest, tuberosity's the shove,
trochanter runs fast, crest climbs the ridge,
speak the bumps and holes, cross the whole bridge
[Verse 2]
Down at your elbow, down at your knee, a knob of bone appears,
condyle, kondylos in Greek, the word for knuckle through the years,
epi means "upon," so epicondyle just perches there,
a smaller passenger riding high, a tenant on the stair
Tubercle is the modest bump, polite and rarely seen,
tuberosity's the stretched-out cousin, big and rugged, lean,
deltoid tuberosity, the greater one that flares,
anchoring the muscle cables that lift you up the stairs
[Verse 3]
Out along the femur shaft, two trochanters keep watch,
greater and lesser, named for runners, bracing every notch,
muscles swing your stride from there with horsepower and pride,
a crest's a ridge, the mountain's edge you feel along your side,
iliac crest beneath your palm, a fountain carved in bone,
a spine's a sharp and pointed tip, the scapula's own throne,
and a process, simply put, is any jutting part,
the body labels every bump before it names the heart
[Chorus]
Foramen's a hole where the messengers pass,
fossa's a hollow, a dish in the glass,
meatus the tunnel, sinus the cave,
learn the terrain and the bones start to behave
Condyle's a knuckle, epicondyle rides above,
tubercle's modest, tuberosity's the shove,
trochanter runs fast, crest climbs the ridge,
speak the bumps and holes, cross the whole bridge
[Bridge]
Stand up straight now, palms turned forward, that's the rule we set,
medial leans toward the middle, lateral's the outer bet,
proximal stays close to center, distal drifts away,
anterior fronts the body, posterior guards the back all day,
superior climbs toward the crown, inferior sinks down low,
learn the compass of the skeleton and everywhere you'll know
[Chorus]
Foramen's a hole where the messengers pass,
fossa's a hollow, a dish in the glass,
meatus the tunnel, sinus the cave,
learn the terrain and the bones start to behave
Condyle's a knuckle, epicondyle rides above,
tubercle's modest, tuberosity's the shove,
trochanter runs fast, crest climbs the ridge,
speak the bumps and holes, cross the whole bridge