A funny thing happened the other week on the forum.
Someone suggested I write alternative lyrics for one of my pet hate songs by the Fab Four.
I picked up the gauntlet and modestly called it Even Better than the Beatles. I didn’t learn how to play it properly, and probably won’t (although may give it a lash on the ukelele)
Not wanting to ‘waste’ some perfectly decent doggerel, I’m afraid I ‘fell off the wagon’ and reverted to my old habits of humdrum minor chord progressions, inane finger strumming patterns, and pressing record before learning to play and sing without reading off the screen (who writes this junk anyway?)
I had to alter the lyrics to fit in with the new song structure, and I’m afraid all that remains of Schrödinger’s pussy is a nod in the title and the portrait. (The full Monty can be found on YT.)
Whilst the whole purpose of the song is supposed to raise a smile from ‘the odd’ listener, the underlying philosophy of predeterminism is something I have come to believe in firmly over the last number of years. (and fortunately my deck was stacked with everything except ‘crap’)
G’wan… gi’z a smile!
Welcome to this game of cards, I like to call it life
My daddy was a dealer, as was his pretty wife
They shuffled all their chromosomes in pairs of 23
I got her looks, his brains, I play them carefully
Environmental influences make my genes unstable
Kings and queens and jokers, galore
This deck is stacked with crap and I end up underground
Lady luck, you can be a heartless whore
Chorus:
If you believe in physics all the same
If you think your thoughts are products of your brain
If your actions are a consequence of chemical cascades
free will be comes a sad charade (x2)
Let’s divide infinity with calendars and clocks
The sun, moon and hands spin too fast
Gaze into your present this crystal ball
You can only tell the future from the past (x2)
Einstein declared God don’t play no dice
No space nor time behaves randomly
No free will, hey man we got no choice
If we believe in laws of physicality
Chorus