Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
Soul Coughing
A song that takes particular note of complexity versus the human mind.
We “couch” our knowledge in mathematics; we build and utilise frameworks for reasoning using rules and sceptical analysis of pre-recorded data– as a direct visualisation: we cannot comprehend our own knowledge of the universe.
...
Something I can't comprehend
Something so complex and couched in its equation
So dense that light cannot escape from
In the dark, your brain glows, and it goes
Way-um-way, way-um-way, um
I know you're a supra genius
I know you're a supra genius
Will you shoot the blue Earth down?
In the space station, polishing the raygun
You say correlation is not causation
In the dark, your brain glows, and it goes
Way-um-way, way-um-way, um
I know you're a supra genius
I know you're a supra genius
I know you're a supra genius, babe, babe, babe
I know you're a supra genius