X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.folklore.computers: 17406 Relay-Version: VMS News - V6.0-3 14/03/90 VAX/VMS V5.4; site spcvxb.spc.edu Path: spcvxb.spc.edu!rutgers!att!linac!uwm.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!qt.cs.utexas.edu!yale.edu!ira.uka.de!uka!irau38!hanssgen Newsgroups: alt.folklore.computers Subject: Computer Songs & Poems [part 4/5] Message-ID: From: hanssgen@ira.uka.de (Stefan Haenssgen) Date: 18 Dec 91 14:57:41 GMT Followup-To: alt.folklore.computers Organization: University of Karlsruhe, FRG Keywords: key your own words :-) NNTP-Posting-Host: irau38.ira.uka.de Lines: 1012 ***BEGIN PART 4*** I don`t understand her My program has an error Soon I will turn that system off My C-Shell isn`t workin` The Admin catched me lurkin` Lurkin` at the end of my file Move `em on Hit `em up Move `em on Rawhide Cut `em out Ride `em in Cut `em out Ride `em in Rawhide @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : SIGHUP Blues Original : Bluebottle Blues Group : Milligan and Carbone Author : Russell Street Intro : Adapted from the "Bluebottle Blues" featuring Maurice Plonk and his Orchestra Fromage, with Nick Rauchen conducting "The Ball's Pond Road, near the One in Harmony". In reality written by Milligan and Carbone, recorded 24/05/56. Song : SIGHUP Blues ------------ By Russell Street (russells@ccu1.aukuni.ac.nz) P: PING 255.255.255.255! K: Just the process I've been looking for. P: Oh! K: Clamber into my disk heads, Fred Whence all but you have exec'd, Fred There is no contesting, I've no way of manefesting How much I'd prefer you dead, Fred P: Oh I'm glad you like me, my Kernel Because I trust you to. K: Gratifiy your wim, Jim. P: Jim? What happened to Fred? K: He mv'd his name. P: What to? K: Chunky. Tell me, can you catch Jim? P: No, Jim can not catch. K: Then open this named pipe, son On the file system, son Which I have carefully arranged so it will open up and throw you into thirty K of NULLs when you upset the pipe by reading from it, Jim. P: I say, it's not for deading me, is it Kernel? K: Oh course not, dear boy! Just read from it a bit further! P: Righty-ho then. Ahh. Here I am on the edge of the nice little named-type pipe. It is a lovely day for a naughty pipe. YAHHH! You've swamped me. I do not like this game. I've got those "When I say I trust you I do not want to be KILLed because I do not like those kind of signals" Blues. I don't like naughty files that give my gets(3) binary data. (They say harm can come to a growing process like that) And I do not like SIGQUITs that longjmp me back to main() Out of my reniced batch queue I don't like being woken by nasty SIGALRM showers And I do not like being nutted by Eifel and Fortran programs So I do not want to be KILLed, HUPed, TERMed, QUITed, XCPUed INTed! I don't like that kind of type blues -- I don't like that I've got them SIGHUP Blues. K: Still alive? Take this /dev/tty, pet. P: Oh tar(1). K: No, don't iocntl it yet, pet. All right, now you can iocntl it. P: Are you sure I won't be KILLed or nothing, Kernel? K: No, no -- don't be frightened! P: All right then, I'll just send a DUP to it, and .... < BOOOM> < over explosion > You rotten swine you! You HUPed me again. I shan't play this rotten game no more. Closes open files, pages out memory And exists through little hole in Mail deamon security... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Software for Nothing Original : Money for Nothing Group : Dire Straits Author : Brent CJ Britton Intro : Song : Software for Nothing ==================== by: Brent CJ Britton With appoligies to Mark Knopfler. I waaaant my.. I waaaant my... I waaaant my C-R-T...... Now look at them hackers, That's the way ya' do it. Ya' play with mem'ry that you cannot see. Now that ain't workin, that's the way ya do it. Get your software for nothing and your chips for free. Now that ain't workin, gotta CPU-it. Let me tell ya, them guys ain't dumb. Maybe crash the system with your little finger, Maybe crash the system with your thumb. We got to install micro-data-bases, Gotta make things run like a breeeeze. We gotta help these foreign students, We gotta help these mindless E.E.'s... The little Hacker with the Pepsi and the Munchos: Yeah, buddy, don't like to SHARE... The little Hacker got his own compiler, The little guy don't change his underwear. We got to install the latest debugger, Under budget, and optimiiiiiiized. We got to have more muddy-black coffee, We got a green glow in our eyyyyyyes... I shoulda' learned to play with Pascal. I shoulda' learned to program some. Look at that drive, I'm gonna stick it on the channel, Man, it's better than the old one... And who's up there, what's that? Beeping noises? He's bangin on the keyboard like a chimpanze. Oh that aint workin, that's the way ya do it, Get your software for nothin', get your chips for free. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Socket Man Original : Rocket Man Group : Elton John Author : Wes Morgan Intro : While attempting to thrash a socket-ridden BSD package to some semblance of System V-ism, the following ditty camne unbidden.... Song : Socket Man I got my source last night from FTP Compiling up at 2 AM And my system is screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaming "Undefined" at me..... I thumb through books, I use my 'man' It does no good, you see 'Cause I'm on System Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive And not BSD Chorus: And I think it's gonna take a lot of time 'Till named pipes bring me where I get to find That BSD's not worth a pile of slime (oh no no noooooooo) I'm a Socket Man..... Socket Man....burning up the CPU for days Socket Man....hacking through the SVID maze.... Verse 2: I've tried so many things, they all have failed, It's lonely in the lab And noone elllllllllsssssssssee Has a clue.... And all the techniques I don't understand It's just a kludge to make it work... A Socket Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan Socket Man..... Chorus: And I think it's gonna take a lot of time 'Till named pipes bring me where I get to find That BSD's not worth a pile of slime (oh no no noooooooo) I'm a Socket Man...... Socket Man.....Hacking through the piles and piles of C Socket Man.....Building up a hate for BSD.... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Song of the Certified Data Processor Original : When I Was a Lad Group : Gilbert and Sullivan Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : Song : Song of the Certified Data Processor [to be sung to the tune of When I Was a Lad from H.M.S. Pinafore] When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to a computing firm. I polished the handle of the big front door And swept up all the card chips from the keypunch floor. He swept up all the card chips from the keypunch floor. I swept that chad so carefullee That now I am officially a CDP. He swept that chad so carefullee That now he is officially a CDP. My office job was a heavy load, So I went to night school and learned to code. I was soon coding payroll in RPG And compiled all my programs on a System/3. He compiled all his programs on a System/3. I compiled my code so gay and free That now I am officially a CDP. He compiled his code so gay and free That now he is officially a CDP. I wrote efficient code each day, But I missed the benefits of higher pay. I asked for a raise, but my boss said, "See, Youse ain't good enuf because youse ain't a CDP." "He ain't good enuf because he ain't a CDP." So I vowed that someday I would see Myself become officially a CDP. So he vowed that someday he would see Himself become officially a CDP. For nineteen weeks I worked to cram All the textbooks for the CDP exam. Then I took the exam and was shocked to see That the questions didn't seem to mean a thing to me. All the questions didn't seem to mean a thing to him. So I wrote down some answers randomly, But I gave up all my hopes to be a CDP. So he wrote down some answers randomly, But he gave up all his hopes to be a CDP. Well, those random answers worked out fine; They scored my results at the top of the line. Now I am a consultant here, And I make at least a hundred thousand bucks each year. And he makes at least a hundred thousand bucks each year. But I only command such a salary Because I am officially a CDP. But he only commands such a salary Because he is officially a CDP. Now, office boys, whoever you may be, If you want to rise to the top of the tree, Just go and take the CDP exam, And no matter what you answer they won't give a D--n! And no matter what you answer they won't give a D--n! Just answer it all as random as you please And you will all officially be CDPs. Just answer it all as random as you please And you will all officially be CDPs. -- The Great Quux (with apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Sound of FORTRAN Original : The Sound of Music Group : Rodgers and Hammerstein Author : Guy L. Steele Jr. Intro : Song : The Sound of FORTRAN [to be sung to the tune of The Sound of Music] My programming day has come to an end, I know, But one minor bug still restrains me, though, So back to me desk I stumble, More coffee I pour in my mug, So back to me desk I stumble, More coffee I pour in my mug, And I drink, and I think, and I program Just one more hack, just one more hairy kludge To remove that bug. Machines are alive with the sound of FORTRAN, With numbers they've crunched for a thousand hours; They add and subtract to the sound of FORTRAN, And raise fractions to unheard of powers. My code's full of REAL statements, INTEGER and COMPLEX too, duplicated thrice oe'r, And so intermixed with the WRITEs and READs to cause errors galore; Arrays are declared of dimension six, but indexed minus two; Computed GO TOs are last in the range of a DO! I now recompile my corrected programs; I know I will get what compiled before -- My code will be blessed with the sound of FORTRAN, And I'll lose once more. And I'll lose once more. -- The Great Quux (with apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein) @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Sounds of Silence Original : The Sound of Silence Group : Simon & Garfunkel Author : ? Intro : Song : THE SOUNDS OF SCIENCE Hello lab work my old foe I've come to feel my anger grow I have to find your composition Using your spectograph emission But I can't, and I'm on my seventh try I start to cry These are the sounds of science My test tube shatters with a pop The gunk eats through the tabletop Through all the science labs in Thimann You can hear the students screamin' And my own voice rises up above the rest I'm so depressed These are the sounds of science The tabletop begins to smoke The students all begin to choke The TA hurries to my station And then dies of asphyxiation And I whine "I'm having trouble with this class I hope I pass." These are the sounds of science The deadly smoke goes through the halls And peels the paint right off the walls And then I note with aggravation This means a bad evaluation And I breathe a long and melancholy sigh And then I die These are the sounds of science @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Star Wars Song Original : Lola Group : The Kinks Author : Axel Eble Intro : Song : The Star Wars Song (sung to the tune of Lola, by the Kinks) I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah, where it bubbles all the time lika a giant cabinet soda, S-O-D-A, Soda I saw the little runt sitting there on a log, I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said Yoda, Y-O-D-A, Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yoda Well I've been around but I ain't never seen a guy who looks like a Muppet but he's wrinkled and green, Oh my Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yoda Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand how he can raise me in the air just by raising his hand, Oh my Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yoda @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Structured Programmer's Soliloquy Original : Hamlet's Soliloquy Group : Shakespeare Author : Henry Kleine and Philip H. Roberts Intro : Song : Structured Programmer's Soliloquy SP or not SP -- that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The rules and exceptions of outrageous FORTRAN Or to take arms against a sea of transfers And by structuring end them. To code -- to test No more; and by a test to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural mistakes That FORTRAN is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To code -- to test. To test -- perchance to bomb: aye, there's the rub! For in that test of code what bugs may come When we have shuffled of this FORTRAN code, Must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long lists. [??] For who would bear the whips and scorns of time-sharing Th' operating systems wrong, the computer's crash, The pangs of despis'd code, the turnaround's delay, The insolence of compilers, and the spurns That patient coding of FORTRAN takes When he himself might his quietus make with PL/I? Who would this FORTRAN Bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary language, But that the dread of something after FORTRAN The undiscover'd country, from whose bourne No programmer returns -- puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn away And lose the name of action. - Henry Kleine and Philip H. Roberts April DATAMATION @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The Swapper Original : The Seeker Group : The Who Author : Jamie Mason Intro : Since I posted 'Unix Wizard', I thought up another Unix-specific song inspired by The Who... Song : The Swapper (Concocted by Jamie Mason to 'The Seeker' by The Who) ----------- I've looked in kernel memory, I've looked in the tables. I try to find some core For fifty million pages. They call me the swapper. I've been searching low and high. Unix won't run out of memory Till the day I die. I asked Dennis Ritchie, I asked Ken Thompson. I asked comp.unix.wizards, But they couldn't help me either. They call me the swapper. I've been searching low and high. Unix won't run out of memory Till the day I die. People tend to hate me, Cause I swap too slow. As I page out their jobs They want to shake my hand. Focusing on swap space, Investigating pagefaults, I'm a pagedaemon, I'm a very desperate hack. Unix won't run out of memory Till the day I die. I learned how to raise resident set size. Yeah, but look at this process it's mem'ry bound! I'm happy when you segfault, and when you run thrash.c I crash. I get values but I Don't know how or why! I'm looking for core, You're looking for CPU, We're running on the same box, And we don't know what to do! They call me the swapper. I've been searching low and high. Unix won't run out of memory Till the day I die. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Take me Down to the SunLab Original : Take me down to the river (?) Group : ? Author : ? Intro : Song : TAKE ME DOWN TO THE SUN LAB Take me down to the Sun lab Take me down to 210 We'll edit our programs and scratch our heads Never mind that I'd rather be dead And we'll root, root, root through the listing Looking for dollar star 'name' And it's one, two, three downloads in the old Sun lab game! Take me down to the Sun lab Take me down to 210 We'll run the assembler and have a snack I don't care if it never comes back And we'll wait, wait, wait for the download If it don't work it's a shame And it's one, two, three downloads in the old Sun lab game! Take me down to the Sun lab Take me down to 210 We'll program our I/O and interrupts Sometimes it just makes me want to throw up And we'll press, press, press on the reset Each time it goes up in flames And it's one, two, three downloads in the old Sun lab game! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Tap My Wire Original : Light my Fire Group : The Doors Author : Maarten Loss <90406025@hse.nl> Intro : In addition to the neverending flow of hack-n-roll songs, I decided to post this one. It's based on the all time Doors-hit "Light my fire". Song : Tap my wire (the more's) ~~~~~~~~~~ You know that I would be untrue You know that I would be a 'foo' If I was to say to you We couldn't hack ourselves to root Come on hackers tap a wire Come on hackers tap a wire Try to set the mode-bits higher The time to sit and watch is gone No time to linger in the shell Try to make crack-programs run Yes we will make the tty's bell Come on hackers tap a wire Come on hackers tap a wire Try to set the mode-bits higher @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : That was the HASP my friend Original : Those were the days my friend Group : ? Author : ? (Another Cambrigde product) Intro : Song : Once upon a time there was a system Which read and spooled and ran the printers too. Remember how we coded up the changes, And dreamed of all the great things we could do. That was the HASP my friend, There's no use to pretend, We sang and danced and coded the night away. We'd make the mods we choose, We'd fight and never lose, For we had HASP and it would lead the way. Tra-la la-LA la-la, Tra-la la-LA la-la, We had the HASP and it would lead the way. Then the busy years went rushing by us, HASP went version two to version three. The features and enhancements kept on coming, From execution batch to R-J-E. That was the HASP my friend ... Soon the days on VS were upon us, The future role of HASP was now in doubt. But version four of HASP was soon to follow, And show what virtual spooling's all about. Yet today there looms another system, It's more complex and difficult to grasp. We look at M-V-S and ask the question, Is that JES2 system really HASP? It's really HASP my friend: There's no use to pretend. We'll sing and dance and code the night away. We'll make the mods we choose, We'll fight and never lose, For we have HASP and it will lead the way. Tra-la la-LA la-la, Tra-la la-LA la-la, We still have HASP and it will lead the way. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : The 12 computerised days of Xmas Original : The 12 days of Xmas Group : Traditional Author : (Byte 1981?) Intro : Song : On the Twelfth day of Christmas , my computer gave to me Twelve blown-out circuits Eleven damaged diskettes Ten disk-drive lockouts Nine burnt-out fuses Eight worthless printouts Seven system resets Six I/O spasms Five Blank Cassettes Four garbled SAVEs Three loose plugs Two keyboard bounces And a glitch on the video screen @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : These are are a Few of Our Favorite Machines Original : These are a Few of My Favorite Things Group : Traditional Author : Nelson Bishop Intro : This song was written about the time the Mac was first introduced. Most of the machines mentioned were some sort of IBM PC semi- compatible. We generally managed to port to them in time for them to be withdrawn from the market. The memory singing refers to an Alpha Byte memory expansion board which had an audible high pitched whine. Song : These are are a Few of Our Favorite Machines (To the tune of "These are a Few of My Favorite Things") Compaqs and Lisas and hard disks with tape drives, Sperrys and Victors and Wangs with no disk drives. Gray IBMs with the mem'ry that sings, These are a few of our favorite machines. TIs and Rainbows and Dots with no futures Trendspotter's dead, but it draws pretty pictures. HP-150s you touch on the screens, These are a few of out favorite machines. Chorus: When the bits byte, when the bugs sting, When out code is bad, We simply remember our favorite machines, And then we know we've -- been had Mainframes and micros and minis with Unix, Networks and async and mice with some new tricks. We get the Journal and read everything, So we'll know which is our favorite machine. Bright Macintoshes to purchase on credit, We can't afford it this year so forget it. Boss, we all need a big raise as you've seen, So we can purchase our favorite machines. Chorus @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Treekiller Original : Painkiller Group : Judas Priest Author : Bri Bri Intro : well, i was cleaning up my directory, and i found this thing, which i sorta wrote this summer. anyway, here it is, dedicated to one of my "favorite" users of the printer. Song : He is the Treekiller This is the Treekiller Faster than ethernet Bigger than /usr/dict/words Found in /etc/printers Much worse than a thousand nerds Wielding high the chainsaw Defend us, true and brave Why you would never know Those trees might come back from the grave With the Amazon in ruins Never again to rise You know deep inside we'll all end up fried He is the Treekiller This is the Treekiller Files of megs Treekiller No toner left, Treekiller @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : UNIBUS Original : Omnibus Group : Flanders and Swann Author : Tony Duell Intro : Song : Some choose an Atari, Some prefer a smart HP, Or for a Tandy TRS-80, They'd lay them doon and dee. Such means of computation, seem rather dull to us The processor and the arbitor Of the PDP UNIBUS @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : UNIX Original : Money Group : Pink Floyd Author : Jim Flanagan Intro : In the spirit of the UNIX rock adaptations, I drag this out. Song : UNIX* [To the tune of _Money_ by Pink Floyd] ---- UNIX, it's a gas; grab that VAX with both hands and make it crash. UNIX, it's a hit; Don't give me that PC DOS Bullshit. I'm into well benchmarked POSIX Open Systems I think I need a RISC chip. UNIX, jmp back; I'm all niced now pop your frame off of my stack. --- *UNIX is a trademark of AT&T @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Unix Man Original : Nowhere Man Group : Beatles Author : Brad Morrison Intro : Song : UNIX Man (to The Beatles' "Nowhere Man") -------- He's a real UNIX Man Sitting in his UNIX LAN Making all his UNIX .plans For nobody Knows the blocksize from 'du' Cares not where /dev/null goes to Isn't he a bit like you And me? UNIX Man, don't worry It's the tube that's blurry UNIX Man The new kernel boots, just like you had planned He's as wise as he can be Programs in lex, yacc and C UNIX Man, can you help me At all? UNIX Man, please listen My printout is missin' UNIX Man The wo-o-o-orld is your 'at' command @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Unix Wizard Original : Pinball Wizard Group : The Who Author : Jamie Mason Additions by Wayne Throop <...!mcnc!aurgate!throop> Intro : I also found this thing which I sorta wrote this summer. This is dedicated to all those weary Unix hacks who spend their entire waking lives stuffing /dev/tty??'s clist so that processes have something to read. :-) [JM] It seems to me this can be improved quite a bit, to make it scan better with the score, and such. "I have a modest example here." [WT] Song : Unix Wizard Ever since I heard of Unix I've always had a ball, From SunOS to Minix I must have run 'em all But I ain't seen nothing like him On systems large or small That tired, squinting, blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! He sits like a statue, Becomes part of the machine, Feeling all the limits, Knows what the signals mean Hacks by intuition His process never stalls, That tired, squinting blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! He a Unix Wizard, I just can't get the gist A Unix wizard's Got such a mental twist How do you think he does it? I don't know! What makes him so good? Ain't got no distractions Don't hear no beeps or bells Don't see no lights a flashin' Ignores his sense of smell Patches running kernels Dumps no core at all, That tired, squinting and blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! I thought I was The process table king, But I just handed My root password to him. Even on my favorite boxen, His hacks can beat my best. The network leads him in, And he just does the rest. He's got crazy Finger servers Never will seg-fault... That tired, squinting blind kid Sure makes a mean sys call! @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : VAX Raphosdy Original : Bohemian Rhapsody Group : Queen Author : Russell Street Intro : Song : VAX Raphosdy ------------ Is this the real login:? Is it a trap? Caught on a terminal No escape from the committee Open your mail Look up to the skies And see... I'm just a poor hacker, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Hit me where the wind blows, Doesn't really matter to me, to me Momma, just killed a VAX Type a command into the shell, Hit RETURN, now it's dead Momma, my account had just begun And now I've gone and thrown it all away Momma, didn't mean to make you crash If I'm not back on this time tomorrow Hack on, hack on as if nothing really matters Too late -- my time has come Sent shivers down my spine Bodies aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to go Got to leave you all behind and face the truth Momma, (every way the wind blows) I don't wanna kicked off, I sometimes wish I'd never logged on at all ... @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Title : Waiting for The Sun Original : Waiting for The Sun Group : The Doors Author : Jamie Mason Intro : This one is dedicated to all you folks who have inadequate, slow computing facilties. (We don't! We just got an upgrade! :-) Song : Waiting for the Sun (by Jamie Mason, to the Doors tune of the same name) ------------------- At first flash of daylight, We're still hacking in C. ***END PART 4*** -- ,-----,------,--,--, / / / / / Stefan Haenssgen, Comp Sci, Uni Karlsruhe, Germany / ---/-, ,-/ / / / / / / / / haenssgen@ira.uka.de or uk0w@dkauni2.bitnet /--- / / / / / / / / / / / / / "Use the SOURCE, Luke!" (Return of the RedEye Nights) '-----' '--' '--'--' "I feel a great disturbance in the SOURCE"