3. The Kingdom of Pragmia

Pragmia,

In the Kingdom of Pragmia,

where every choice is rational,

where every outcome is a line.

Hail, Kingdom of Pragmia,

Golias quantifies our work

and lesser methods die.

So check your feelings at the door

and leave your sentiment on the floor.

Forget the art, forget the heart,

just play your data-driven part.

We trade in stats, we deal in facts,

and banish every vague “what if”.

So give me stats, so give me facts,

a hundred data pointed acts,

There’s no other proven track.

That’s the one and only useful tack.

Your pre-recorded track, a thing you can preset,

Will never capture moments we have not met.

I won’t hand in a file, a frozen thing,

I’m ready to take risks and feel the sting.

So let the meter waver, let a new note stray,

Depending on the feeling in the room today.  - Let the feeling stay.

Music isn’t data, nor a static frame,

It’s a living, breathing whisper of a burning flame. - breathing whisper I once heard.

Pragmia, Pragmia, Pragmia, Ya! - Nah

In the Kingdom of Pragmia, - Dull Kingdom,

Kingdom of Pragmia, - Dull Kingdom of Pragmia,

where every choice is rational,

where every outcome is a line.

Hail, Kingdom of Pragmia, - Dull!

Golias quantifies our work, - Golias,

and lesser methods die. - imaginations die.

So check your feelings at the door

And leave your sentiment on the floor.

Forget the art, forget the heart,

just play your data-driven part.

We trade in stats, we deal in facts,

and banish every vague “what if”.

So give me stats, so give me facts,

a hundred data pointed acts,

There’s no other proven track.

That’s the one and only useful tack.

And we shall do it

G-O-L-I-A-S

my way! - No way!