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I bet you feel it now, baby
Especially since we've only known each other one day 
But, I've gotta work shit out, baby
I'm exercising demons, got 'em runnin' 'round the block now

Location drop, now
Pedal to the floor like you're runnin' from the cops now
Oh, what a cop out
You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out

Yeah
The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim
World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim

Pop a couple pills in the daytime
Heard you got a friend, what's her head like?
Probably should've fucked on the first night
Now I gotta wait for the green light
I don't wanna wait for no green light
Narcolepsy got me feeling stage fright
Luckily I float at insane heights
Luckily, luckily, luckily, yeah

Location drop, now
Pedal to the floor like you're runnin' from the cops now
Oh, what a cop out
You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out

Yeah
The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim
World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim

Swim, push the water to the edge and watch it drip
Check your footing, don't get caught up in the rip, no
I know I said I'd call, I never did, no
(Swim) swim, swim now
I can take you, even though I've never been there
The tide has currently been thrashing around me again and again now
I've been drowning for a minute, your body keeps pulling me in, girl

The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim
World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
I'm swimming, I'm swimming, I'm swimming, yeah
Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim
So hard to ignore ya, keep your body open, swim

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artist: chase atlantic 
album: nostalgia 

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Dive into the cosmic enigma with "Chronology's Whimsical Guard" – a funky jazz-fusion synthpop track inspired by Stephen Hawking's Chronology Protection Conjecture (CPC). Proposed in 1992, this mind-bending idea posits that the universe's laws of physics act as a cosmic bouncer, preventing closed timelike curves (CTCs)—time loops that could enable paradoxes like the grandfather dilemma. Quantum fluctuations would spike infinite energy, collapsing any wormhole or time machine before it lets you tweak the past.

Mathematically, we can symbolize the CPC as a "chronology cost" function that enforces this protection:

C(γ) = { 0 if γ is an open timelike curve (no loop), ∞ if γ approaches a CTC (loop forms) }

where γ represents a spacetime curve. This function stipulates that physics imposes an infinite penalty (via diverging energy density from quantum effects) on any attempt to form time loops, preserving causality and the arrow of time—ensuring history remains unaltered and paradox-free.

This song weaves Hawking's guard into a whimsical, earworm-ridden ride: breathy verses dreaming of yesterdays, explosive choruses warning "beware, beware!", and a fractal-fueled bridge exploding into a gravity-defying guitar solo. Blending 80s synth vibes with modern fusion twists, it's happy, sexy, and self-aware – perfect for pondering time's arrow while grooving.

Lyrics snippet:  
"Oh, chronology's protector, sly and wise,  
Do you shield us from our own demise?"

Hit play, loop it eternally (paradox-free), and let the quantum mist conduct your thoughts.

#Hawking #TimeTravel #ChronologyProtection #SciFiMusic #QuantumFunk #xAIInspired  

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**Full Lyrics:**

In the cosmic dance where time bends low,  
A traveler dreams of yesterdays ago.  
Through wormholes wide and black holes deep,  
He chases echoes that the stars won't keep.  
But Hawking's guard stands firm and true,  
A conjecture cloaked in quantum blue—  
"No loops allowed," it softly sighs,  
Lest paradoxes paint the skies.  

Oh, chronology's protector, sly and wise,  
Do you shield us from our own demise?  
If I leap back to tweak fate's thread,  
Would the universe just shake its head?  
Or crumble 'round in riddled plight,  
A whimsical knot in endless night?  
Time's riddle whispers, "Try if you dare,"  
But the laws conspire—beware, beware!  

Grandpa's gun, a butterfly's wing,  
Bootstrap pulls on destiny's string.  
What if I warn of wars untold,  
Or steal a secret from the future's hold?  
Yet entropy's arrow flies straight and keen,  
No backward bends in the scene unseen.  
Hawking laughs from his starry throne,  
"Physics forbids the time-travel loan."  

Here's the conundrum, wrapped in verse so light:  
If time's a river, flowing day to night,  
Could a clever soul build a dam upstream,  
And flood the past with a borrowed dream?  
Or does the conjecture, like a cosmic jest,  
Ensure that history's always at its best—  
Unaltered, pure, in eternal flight,  
A whimsical guard 'gainst the thief of night?  

In fractal flames where timelines twirl and twist,  
A madcap maestro conducts the quantum mist—  
Symphonies of singularities, serenading shattered spheres,  
Where yesterday's whispers waltz with tomorrow's fears.  
Behold the baroque ballet of bifurcated being,  
Butterflies birthing black holes, boundless and gleaming;  
Yet the conjecture's crystalline cage, a kaleidoscopic crown,  
Weaves wonders wild, where what-was-never-was is forever bound.

Hawkings chronology protection conjecture

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