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Event Horizon

by Quantum Prana

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FUNKY MATTERS Ancient Greeks figurin' it all, Democritos, the atom, reduction to the call Fundamental particles, grains of cosmology Dividing life, by analogy, with our reality Galilei’s method of induction Was grounded on eye observation Solitons / got noted / while ridin' a horse Newton and Huygens were fighting Over new tools for understanding How funky matters / make up the world Aether was then invented For light propagation However, the experiment couldn’t confirm the equation Einstein eventually, found the solution Special relativity killed the funky matter And gave us / Star Trek Will string theory save us all? Will we see the dilaton? Quantum gravity for all! ----------------- CHORUS Funky matters to all Come on and join us / at / the / shopping mall Warping space and time Enter the quantum loop, and join the ride ---------------- We're all cool funky matters Dancing on warping dimensions We all live under a Calabi-Yau Supergravity takes the ball Superpartner of the graviton Radiative corrections Are looping in the action A new bunch of particles was then invented But nobody has seen them in the Universe Dark matter remains very dark Though supersymmetry protects the Higgs We all need a superpartner! Will we see the dilaton? Quantum gravity for all! ----------------- CHORUS 2 Funky matters to all Come join us / at / the / shopping mall We're all cool funky matters Hunting and searching / the grand unification ----------------- CHORUS 3 We're all cool funky matters Particle or wave, (it) doesn't really matter Warping space and time Quantum gravity for all!
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Lyrics adapted from the poem "The Tyger" by William Blake (1794): Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night When the stars / threw down their spears And water'd heaven / with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made / the Lamb / make thee? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! Tyger Tyger, burning bright When the stars / threw down their spears And water'd heaven / with their tears On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?
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Walking down the hall, the comedy plays Students mocking me, "The hatchback will pay" The rector won't pay me regards The faculty has only retards Walking stick is carrying My twisted proportions My forehead is spacious To accommodate grandeur Massive head, naughty grin My asymmetric chin Showing the wasteland of my hatred for you BURN! THEM ALL! Petty dreams end in screams Fire, your sins BURN! THEM ALL! The final resolution Apocalypse of melted skin Students check their smartphone For quantum optics attention is gone Spoiling little brats, technology Life upon a display, making them restless Your ignorance, your blessing The final resolution I’m taking my leave Working in silence In the cellar Holding your smartphone My grin on their display BURN! THEM ALL! Makeup and soaring screams Flaming phones melt your skin BURN! THEM ALL! The final resolution I’m gonna be a superstar! (My) walking stick in flames But I won’t care at all Dancing on your graves My twisted figure at the shopping mall Delirium of the senses The women will be mine I shall just collect the pieces Legs oh, will be carbonised But after all, it will be fair! Stepping down the stairs, cursing them all You wonder why my laughing erupts “That evil man has gone nuts!” The dawn of my revenge Sabbatical call BURN! THEM ALL! BURN! THEM ALL! Revenge is nigh!
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released March 1, 2022

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The Dark Matter Guitar. Theoretical physicist, musician and martial artist. Active since 1994.
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