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Bohemian Mechanical Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Do objects have real states
Or just probabilities?

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see

Studying quantum (poor boy), I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little psi, little rho
No interpretation ever really matters to me, to me

Mama, just killed a cat
‘Least I think I might’ve did
Won’t know ‘til I lift the lid
Local realism was fun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m incoherent this time tomorrow
Calculate, calculate, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my state’s collapsed
Sends shivers down my spine
Decohering all the time
Goodbye determinism- you’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind for random chance
Einstein, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
God should not play dice
I sometimes wish I’d never read Born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a psi
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
Action at a distance, very very spooky to me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo where’d you go? I don’t know (oh, oh, oh)

I’m just a physicist, nobody loves me
No information has speeds more than c
Spare all our brains from non-locality
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bell’s theorem! No - we will not let you go
let him go
Bell’s theorem! We will not let you go
let him clone
No cloning! We will not let you clone
let me go
Will not let you go
let me go (never)
Never let you go
let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Heisenberg has a matrix put aside for me
for me
for meeeeeee

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
And then decohere me and collapse my psi
Oh baby - can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really exists
When no-one can see
Nothing really exists - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...