It's Time (AKA T Is For Time)

from by John Hinton

/

lyrics

It's time...
It's time to move on up to the fourth dimension,
And ask ourselves: is time just an invention?
It's a thing that we can't see or smell or feel,
So in what sense can we even say that time is real?

Time, we're told, is an arrow,
And this seems to make sense:
It always points from the past to the future tense.
But most equations in physics
Would function backwards through time,
Contradicting our instincts
That time is a one-way line.

I query a peerless time scientist about this,
And even she admits
That as you zoom in it's
Hard to be sure
That time is not a figment
Of our imagination,
A human sensation
With no true foundation.
We're all just as ignorant
On this score.

But she says there are clues
That time is not a ruse,
In quantum mechanics, and thermodynamics,
And the direction of electromagnetic potentials,
So maybe events really are sequential.

Time: it’s the tick tock trickle,
Beat by beat and breath by breath.
Time: it's essentially a product of entropy
That started with a bang and ends in heat death.

And yet,
Time and time again,
Time evades me.
Ask Einstein: there's no static Spacetime,
And with no fixed grid of second or minute to
Pin it to,
It slips betwixt my fingers,
Sand flowing free of the hourglass,
Casting me out at last
Into a timeless sphere
In which I disappear,
Because I am here
Because time is here.

Time: it’s the tick tock trickle,
Beat by beat and breath by breath.
Time: it's essentially a product of entropy
That started with a bang and ends in heat death.

Time can be tempo, the rate of your flow:
How slow can you go? How slow can you go?

Relativity, times Entropy, equals Time, to the power of Techno.
Time's up.

credits

from Ensonglopedia of Science, released May 23, 2017
Words and music by John Hinton. Beats by Vlad Sokolov.

tags

license

all rights reserved