The stories behind Tame the Roaring Magnet

• Riding the Circus Polka Groove in Tame the Roaring Magnet — Take B leans into brassy cabaret theatricality and whip-crack percussion to dramatize imaging maintenance.
• Taming the Roaring Magnet Inside the Shielded Room — How an MRI suite becomes a three-ring circus of cryogenics, RF shielding, and field physics.

Lyrics

Boom, boom, boom,

boom, enter the iron cage of the

ferocious beast,

three tethers of raw magnetic fury.

Yoray!

Back!

Peace!

Back!

Behind the heavy copper door, the lion starts to growl

Ten thousand pounds of stainless steel upon the midnight prowl

Liquid helium freezing cold, magnetic field awake

Snatching paper clips and wrenches with a foundation shake

The radiology attendants tremble on the side

Afraid to step inside the ring where savage currents ride I step into the

cage with my non -magnetic wand

Ready to command the wildest monster in the pond

Whip, crack, back, back and back

Whip, crack, heed the metric track

Watch the lion tamer take his fearless stand

Calibrating giants in the palm of his

hand

Play the roaring magnet in the center ring

Listen to the beast's stormy vegging sing

Trumpets blare, drums of thunder beat

The wild men change the savage beat

Bow to the care, hear the cry, oh come on sigh

The bravest demonstration demonstration under the big top sky

I aligned gradient coils

With her steady eye

A roaring field subsided to

A gentle, blurring sigh

A phantom scan resolved

In a crystal clear display

The wild beast was docile

As a kitten on the hay I tipped

my top hat

Through the viewing window glass

Another dangerous performance brought

successfully to pass

Take the boring magnet in the center ring

Listen to the beast of an edging seam

Trumpets blare, drums of thunder beat

The biomed dreams the savage need

Bow to the chair, hear the cry of double sigh

The bravest demonstration under the big top sky

The beast, good magnet,

the cage Is a cure