(csfs1 = Comp. Sci File Server 1)
Nobody in the room
No cursor on the screen
I feel it in the air
‘csfs1 not responding’
Empty disk, empty screen,
The server goes down alone
I was logged into my account
And I know you have no phone.
I can see it
The workstation’s collecting dust
You’ve got your ‘console long:’
And your blank screen, baby.
And I can tell you
I’ll never get my source by dawn
Once the boys from HP have gone.
I’ll never forget those night.
I wonder if I ever got to sleep?
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how you made me scream?
I don’t understand what happened to my source
If I can’t ever get it back,
I’m sure you have no remorse.
I can see it
The system crashing on me
You’ve got your pinstriped suit
And your corporate paranoia, baby.
And I can tell you
My love for this will still be strong
After the boys of HP have gone
Out in the corridors I saw
a bunch of lost programmers
A little voice inside my head say,
«Don’t buy more,
you should never buy more»
I thought I knew where my source was
What did I know?
Those servers are gone forever,
I should just let them go, but-
I can see it-
Your drives eating my work
You’ve got that salesman’s pitch
And your demo running baby.
And I can tell you-
My love for CS will still be strong
Even after the boys from HP have gone.
(c) 1991 by Adam Sah