There was a man who woke up in early morn, Wondering why his shirt was torn And where was he before he was born.
Sat for about an hour in the shower stall And watched the crystal water fall But was he there even at all?
Delta 5 Minus 9 Inverse square Over time
Carry 1 Retrograde Vector of E-magnetic wave
(Verse Two)
There was a man who walked out into the rain, Missed his bus so he jumped the train. Does losing one’s self reduce the pain?
He got off early seeing a broken wall, Written on it in letters tall, “If you’re not big then maybe you’re small”.
Sine of L Prime of H Parallel Cartesian Plane
Factor in Low degree Reduction Quantum gravity
Root of pi Multiplied Beta X Theta Y
Total sums Equal not Answer was Smaller than he thought
(Chorus)
Hey-oh, there’s no other way down. It’ll be some kind of time from now until we hit the ground. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…
Hey-oh, this’ll be some kind of ride, Nothing less ever than some wild times. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…
Hey-oh, we see no us inside. 1.6 x 10-35. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…
(Verse Three)
If you’re not big then maybe you’re small. That’s what he saw. Paint still dripping off the wall there. Some vandal’s spray can lightning bolt bearing down On him from out of nowhere.
This random string of words Splayed across some random stack of bricks, That line some random alley way In some random corner of some random cityscape.
So he pondered where he was, If he was. What this ‘awakeness’ somewhere inside was made of, The flicker of light the so called self is said to be comprised of.
Rule out the body in all of its change It’s astronomical but ultimately pathologic, And yet he’s seen darker days. Well if not the body then how about the brain?
Throw this brain in another man’s suit And I think he might argue that he’d probably be there too. But synaptic, plastic, elastic Is the nature of the neuron.
And memories are all just cascades of brain sparks That are made up on the spot. Patterns that another lobe in some other part Perceives as being the essence of who you are.
And personality? Program a copy or two of you. Theoretical. Identical. A philosophical tool Or volatile fuel? For these goddamn no-branching rules.
If you’re not big then maybe you’re small. Bullshit or base line state? So he says to himself, if I even exist at all, man, I’m smaller than a Planck length.
(Chorus)
Hey-oh, there’s no other way down. It’ll be some kind of time from now until we hit the ground. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…
Hey-oh, this’ll be some kind of ride, Nothing less ever than some wild times. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…
Hey-oh, we see no us inside. 1.6 x 10-35. It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, it goes.
We’re smaller than a Planck length. Suck it up, Just got to let go. Hey…