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Original song |
The Tennessee Waltz |
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Original artist |
Unknown |
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Filk author |
Amy Turner |
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Intro |
My contribution was inspired a few years back by a Cray that was cooled by chilled water. Every other day, it seemed, the chilled water system would die, leaving us with no computer on which to compute. |
The Chilled Water Waltz
I was workin' and computin' on a week's worth of data
When the system just happened to crash.
I was cussin' and complainin', and while I was waitin'
My data was turned into trash.
I remember that night, how I turned and I tossed
Thinkin' 'bout all that work I had lost.
Yes, I lost two weeks of slavin' while the Muzak was playin'
The beautiful chilled water waltz.
When I found there was no backup, then I tore out my hair
'Cause I just didn't know what to do.
I had printed all my output, but that didn't work either;
All my print jobs were stuck in the queue.
I remember the day I accepted this job
And was told of the system's great faults.
Hope I never have the pleasure of hearing even one more measure
Of the sickening chilled water waltz.
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