Skeptoid Podcast
#250
March 22, 2011
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Today we're going to take a look at how knowledge of our world has evolved throughout human history. In every culture, in every century, people have strived to better understand the universe. Often this has resulted in great leaps forward, especially since the development of the scientific method; just as often, it's take us onto tangents driven more by superstition than by study.
One aspect of culture that reflects the state of human knowledge is music. Today, popular songs reflect the way we perceive our world; not only our understanding of its fundamental nature, but also the way we interact with each other as people. This has been the case in prior centuries as well, from the frontier days back through the Renaissance, all the way back to the very beginnings of music — tens of thousands of years ago, when the first hunters and gatherers congregated into groups on the savannah, seeking safety in numbers, laboring to comprehend this big, bright new world...
Music by Peter Zachos Lyrics by Brian Dunning and Peter Zachos Produced and Mixed at ClickClack Studios www.peterzachos.com
Vocals: Brian Dunning, Peter Zachos, and The Skeptettes
What's that big thing in the sky Watching over us? It must know things that we don't know; We give it all our trust!
I have no food, our caves our bare Life sucks, we all agree I guess that big thing in the sky Is freaking mad at me!
So let's build a fire, and kill a goat, and burn some virgins too! And then good luck will come to us, Our sun will see us through!
We look to the stars for the health of our body The constellation will tell us when we will die When Venus is in Orion, my pancreas is vigorous and robust The patterns of the stars correspond to the health of our organs Videtur scorpiones, cancris, taurorum disciplina medici omnes Apparently, crabs and scorpions and bulls all have medical training.
Ouch! Ohh! My head it hurts like sin. Your humours must be balanced, so let's blister your fair skin My hands and feet are tingling and my bowels run like the Rhein. We recommend some leeches to suck evil from your spine.
You may have cholera, grippe or pox, our diagnosis is vague. With henbane, hemlock, sage and toad we'll rid you of this plague.
And if you die while in our care, our theories won't renew. Our treatments work, and this we swear: These cures will see you through.
Siegfried: Hark, the angel of death! Death: Thy body is broken, thou must come with me. Siegfried: Nay! Behold, the Ring of Power! While I wear it, I cannot die. Death: Ach! Thou hast cheated me! Brünnhilde: My love! Thy Ring of Power hath summoned me. I can't resist its allure. Siegfried: Whilst I wear this ring, I command the love of all women. Death: Take it off, let me see it. Siegfried: Nein! Death: Ja! Siegfried: Nein! Death: Ja! Siegfried: Nein, nein, nein. Brünnhilde: Keep it on! Siegfried: Never more will I want for women.... Ohh, when my hair is blown asunder and my breath smells like poo, This Ring of Power will see me through!
The bones of all our children, they lie scattered o'er the plains. Of our oxen and our horses, all that's left are dry remains. We seek the buried water, and we'll sip a saving drink. We'll use a stick to find it, 'cause it saves us having to think.
I hold one stick in my left hand, and the other in my right. And I trust in holy Providence to guide them to the light. Where water flows, the wise old sticks will point the way. We'll dig and drink the water, and we'll save our wagon train.
When the water's running dry and your thirst is overdue, This dowsing stick will see us through!
I'd not seen Grandma for seven years Until her rapping, tapping, it hit my ears Holding hands in the dark, we found my old matriarch Now my dead granny's talkin' to me.
We told all the spirits to make a sound, Or give us a sign that they're still around And though she's over the hill, it still gives me a thrill That my dead granny's talkin' to me.
When Granny passed we were so saddened; It felt like living in hell. Now she's sharing all her recipes And telling us Grandpa's doing well.
When your loved ones leave, you say toodle-oo Cause death's a reality you can't undo Though it may seem like a lot of hullabaloo The seance will see us through!
Sisters: Streamlined Chevrolets and coffee pots, Nothing says America like havin' lots, Automated kitchens and a washing machine Bing: They help my little lady get it done on the spot.
Sisters: Shiny silver planes and Lucky Strikes Catalogs to show us what's down the pike Television, radios, a life of ease Bing: And lots of new cosmetics keep her ladylike.
Sisters: Magnavox and Philco and a Zenith, too! Gramophones and records are the new breakthrough! Penicillin saves us and polio's gone. Ladies get some nylons and you can't go wrong. Pepsodent and Autolite and Campbell's stew Bing: Cuz the latest thing will see us through. Sisters: Unless you're black.
Don't you dare break my heart Don't you make me go outta my head Cuz I will only love my baby As long as you're not a red!
Don't you dare do me wrong Don't you get me in a twist Cuz I will only love my baby If you ain't no communist
Don't come to me with no socialist ruse Just gimme little more o' that red, white and blue! American freedom will always see us through!
Believe in you; All the power's not outside, but in your mind. Conceive of you; All the mystic powers out there that you'll find. You don't need them, you don't need me, You don't need him, you don't need she
Believe in you; Transcendent spirits, that is what will always be true Conceive of you; Imagine anything and it will come to you You don't need anyone to spin you That the power is not within you It's you, it's you, just you.
It's me, it's me, it's just me! It's me me me, only me! It's me, it's me, everything is me, It's me me me, it's all me! And money.
The day the towers fell, I knew they'd never tell Our innocence was gone when we knew they'd put us on Your conscience would you sell just to buy an oil well? Let's raise a rebel yell.
The day the towers fell, was the day we went to hell Rumsfeld had a friend, that proves he planned our end Why can't you just see, there was no Flight 93, And the towers were brought down with TNT?
Don't need no more evidence, don't need no peer review, The truth will see us through!
My energy is keeping me in sync with all your vibes Your energy's just what Dr. Quantum Touch prescribes The frequencies, the energy of me and you, it jibes Energy is what my Love Hypothesis describes.
Little girl, what you need from me? Don't need no Scientology... Come on over, read my aura. Tell me what my karma reads.
Energy, energy... it's like a dream to me Our bodies joining in an astral plane, can't explain Energy, energy... it's a new reality The universe is talking and we're listening!
Energy is why existence shines on different planes Your healing touch of energy, it cleanses all my pains Your energy's like a drink to me, like a drink of fine champagne Denying energy, it would be simply inhumane
Acupuncture, chiropractic, magnets and naturopathic Vibrations, reflexology, reiki and homeopathy Every day I gotta feel your therapeutic touch When I'm feelin' bad, I need it very much Need your harmony to heal me, Baby you balance my qi!
Energy, energy... it's like a dream to me Our bodies joining in an astral plane, can't explain Energy, energy... it's a new reality The universe is talking and we're listening!
Cite this article:
Dunning, B. "The History of Knowledge." Skeptoid Podcast. Skeptoid Media,
22 Mar 2011. Web.
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