A long, long time ago... >>> > I can still remember how >>> > >>> > Computers used to make me smile. >>> > And I knew if I had my chance, >>> > That I could make electrons dance, >>> > And maybe I'd be happy for a while. >>> > >>> > But January made me shiver, >>> > it chilled me deep down in my liver, >>> > Bad news I'd collected... >>> > I couldn't get connected. >>> > >>> > I can't remember back that day >>> > When I first knew the Y2K >>> > But something touched me anyway, >>> > The day computers died. >>> > >>> > So, ...Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi >>> > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry >>> > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies >>> > Saying this will be the day I retire >>> > this will be the day I retire >>> > >>> > Can you write in C plus plus ? >>> > And do you have faith in your local bus >>> > If the driver tells you so ? >>> > >>> > Do you believe in Compaq's goals >>> > Can software save your mortal soul >>> > And can you teach me how to type real slow ? >>> > >>> > Well I thought that you were prepared >>> > 'Cause your memo said you weren't impaired >>> > Your stationery's swell >>> > But you can go to hell >>> > >>> > I was a lonely teenage Unix hack >>> > With an incantation and a modem jack >>> > but I knew the cat had left the sack >>> > The day computers died >>> > I started singin'... >>> > >>> > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi >>> > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry >>> > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies >>> > Saying this will be the day I retire >>> > this will be the day I retire >>> > >>> > Now for 10 years we've ignored the threat >>> > And we haven't solved the problem yet >>> > But that's not how it used to be >>> > >>> > When the luddites read for the king and queen >>> > with a light they filled with kerosene >>> > And some manuals they stole from you and me >>> > >>> > And while Bill Gates was looking pleased >>> > Time stole his monopolies >>> > The courtroom was adjourned >>> > No verdict was returned >>> > >>> > While Apple tried a color scheme >>> > The engineers returned to steam >>> > And we had purges of their dreams >>> > The day computers died >>> > We were singin' >>> > >>> > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi >>> > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry >>> > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies >>> > Saying this will be the day I retire >>> > this will be the day I retire >>> > >>> > Intel inside in an iron smelter >>> > The food leftover from my fallout shelter >>> > Twinkies old and aging fast >>> > >>> > I'd rather eat the grass >>> > Q and A tried for a system crash >>> > With the tester on the sidelines in a cast >>> > >>> > Now the timeshare net was running Doom >>> > While mainframes played a marching tune >>> > We all tried to log in >>> > Oh, but we never could begin >>> > >>> > 'Cause Cobol tried to take the field, >>> > And Holerith refused to yield. >>> > Do you recall what was revealed, >>> > The day computers died? >>> > We started singing >>> > >>> > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi >>> > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry >>> > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies >>> > Saying this will be the day I retire >>> > this will be the day I retire >>> > >>> > There we were all in a state >>> > A generation- really late >>> > With no time left to start again >>> > >>> > So come on mouse be nimble, mouse be quick >>> > Don't let my spreadsheet data stick >>> > 'Cause data is the devil's only friend. >>> > >>> > As I watched him on my screen >>> > My hands and face were drenched in steam >>> > No angel born in hell >>> > Could run that stupid shell >>> > >>> > And as the ball climbed high into the night >>> > To call the sacrificial night >>> > I saw Dick Clark laughing with delight >>> > the day computers died. >>> > >>> > I met a girl with a cell phone >>> > And I asked her for a dial tone >>> > But she just smiled and turned away >>> > >>> > I went down to the software store >>> > Where I'd seen computers years before >>> > But the man there said the games there >>> > wouldn't play >>> > >>> > And in the streets the children screamed >>> > The lovers cried and the poets dreamed >>> > their interface was spoken >>> > The Internet was broken >>> > >>> > And the three things I connect to most >>> > The Website, Lan and the Network host >>> > Every single one was toast >>> > The day computers died >>> > They were singin' >>> > >>> > Bye, bye to the next digit of Pi >>> > Ran my PC on some DC but the voltage was dry >>> > And good ol' boys were sending e-mail replies >>> > Saying this will be the day I retire >>> > this will be the day I retire >>> > >> >> >> >Joseph Moylan >Moylan Grass LLC >Helicopter Axial Tilt Systems >>

-- Marcel Bruckner (marcel@planetm.com), September 06, 1999