[Silence]
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]
[Intro]
[Instrumental Intro: Low Piano Motif, Sub Bass Pulse, Slow Organ Swell]
[Minimal Beat, Spoken Vocal]
You said it first…
(“Political science…”)
Now let’s talk about real science.
[Beat drops — steady, deliberate]
[Verse 1]
Two-eighty parts per million
Back when the air ran clean
Now four-twenty climbing
And you still call it a dream
Twelve over thirteen
The ratio don’t lie
Radiocarbon’s missing
But you’re asking why
Fossil ghosts rising
From coal and oil and gas
No fourteen left in it
It’s the fingerprint of the past
[Pre-Chorus]
You can spin it any way you choose
But numbers don’t refuse
[Chorus]
Logarithmic truth
Written in the sky
Five point three five
Times the natural log
Three point seven watts per doubling
That’s the cost of the lie
Radiative forcing
You can’t veto the fog
(Record of the truth…)
[Instrumental]
[Guitar Riff — tight, rhythmic]
[Organ Stabs, Driving Bass, Snare March]
[Verse 2]
Methane in the margins
Twenty-five times heat
Nitrous in the ledger
Three hundred times repeat
Add it all together
Delta F total
Atmosphere accounting
Irrefutable
Volcano distraction
Ocean misdirection
But isotopes testify
Under cross-examination
[Refrain]
Never a word that’s new
When the data’s staring at you
[Bridge – Breakdown]
[Percussion Drops Out — Sub Bass & Piano Only]
[Spoken Vocal — restrained, cutting]
Freedom and property
Sound money and pride
But physics isn’t partisan
You can’t deregulate the tide
Insert yourself in history
Volunteer your name
When evidence gets louder
Backlash fans the flame
[Beat rebuilds]
[Instrumental]
[Saxophone Solo — tense, investigative tone]
[Rising Synth Filter]
[Chorus – Full Band]
Logarithmic truth
Written in the sky
Five point three five
Times the natural log
Three point seven watts per doubling
That’s the cost of the lie
Radiative forcing
You can’t veto the fog
[Break – Call & Response]
(Where’s the fourteen gone?)
— Buried in the dawn
(Why’s thirteen falling?)
— Fossil carbon calling
[Outro]
[Whistle Solo over steady snare march]
Record of the truth
Stamped in isotope ink
You can argue politics
But physics doesn’t blink
It’s funny how they speak
When the math runs through
The loudest in the room
Have the least to review
[Organ swell fades]
[Silence]
From the album “Account“