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Original song |
39 |
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Original artist |
Queen |
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Filk author |
MaJoC |
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Intro |
Thanks go to my father, for buying me a copy of Frank Rose's book West Of Eden (subtitled: "Loss of Innocence at Apple Computer"). |
81
In the year of '81 assembled here the Buccaneers
In the days when they were few
With a vision shared that was just insanely great
The sweetest sight ever seen.
And they strove night and day
So the saga-spinners say
For the dream that burned inside,
And through many apparent technical impossibilities
Ne'er look back, never feared, never cried.
Don't you hear it call, though it's many years away
Don't you feel it calling you?
If you take this mouse in hand
It will not cost many grande
For the system your grandchildren grew.
In the year of '85 inspiration from the blue
The Buccaneers reformed that day,
And they bring good news of a company reborn
Though their contracts heavily weigh.
Were this system built today
It would out-perform a Cray
But I know this cannot be
With the ink on our agreement no drier than a year
Your lawyer's eyes view my prize hungrily.
Don't you hear it call, though it's many years away
Don't you feel it calling you?
If you take this mouse in hand
It will not cost many grande
For the system your grandchildren grew.
Don't you hear it call, though it's many years away
Don't you feel it calling you?
But no contracts in the sand can evade your grasping hand ...
Got a life
Got ahead
Pity me.
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