Symphonic folkmetalfusion. This is not about math, I mean at all. It's about politics. Honest! The only political lyrics I've ever written. (Any other song would be about people into politics)
lyrics
One to five, ninety-nine to hundred
Block of sums of infinite numbers
Thoughts unique, reoccuring counts in charge
Ages gone since a first commenced
adding upp in line for the heaven sent
Floating point for the powered plant
scetching arithmetics on your hand
Integer caught in binary domains
You're at best a remain
Equal in worth for as long as you're in
Not a waste for the bin
In a universe derived from a point of no divide
will a sequence freely align
Do mind your value, it's more than zero
and a goal on its own
The foilage outside the room where the scholar adds rhyming to the thesis
announced that the spring arrived and cut his hour short
He would cash in on the fringe if he managed to land the algoritm
where all adds where equal, a part of the sum
And when it's time to shuffle blues and reds
the purple turns to grey and one to none
You're just a number
One to million chances to hit off
A floating point in a universal zero
You turned to the TV screen
to confirm what the unioned scholar said
"The more, we are mightier, you're nothing worth alone"
Then turned to your learning books
spared from days when you learned the calculus
to check for exceptions from logical design
And when he felt his thoughts of spring outside
he thought of feelings clustered in a grid
We're only numbers of whose sums align at origo
And while inside it's a meta-measured venture
Leaves, come green, contribute to big bang
Leaves, come clean, set your minds to green
Make like trees and leave by the autumn's call
Thank the sum for being what you strived for
Digits run, overflowed by candor
Scholars flunk everytime they spot the frame
So long now since they first agreed
on behalf of you all that we'll never exceed
the boundaries where individual gains
tend to show who's our man and who's free
Integer caught in binary domains
You're at best a remain
Equal in worth for as long as you're in
Don't apply to the sin
But the mode is that your ass
can't be saved by good intents
or a Zenith of no sense
We do mind your worth
if it's one or zero
and a mean for a goal
credits
from Veritas,
released October 1, 1978
Fredrik Andersson
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