A flower for your vanity, a penny for your thoughts

About the worlds insanity and how weve gotten lost

Strike up the band to play a song as we go waltzing by

And fake a smile as we all say goodbye

Goodbye, oh goodbye

Say a prayer for recognition, kiss the ones you love

Gather up the ammunition, sigh for all the lost

Strike up the band to play a song as we go waltzing by

And fake a smile as we all say goodbye

Goodbye, oh goodbye

Raise a glass for ignorance, drink a toast to fear

The beginning of the end has come thats why we all are here

Strike up the band to play a song and try hard not to cry

And fake a smile as we all say goodbye

Goodbye

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Jars of Clay, If I left the zoo

Cut 1 Goodbye, Goodnight

-- LM (latemarch@usa.net), November 17, 1999

Answers

wow. I gotta stop responding and go outside and watch the lightshow, but Jars of Clay is a favorite of my brother.

-- Dbaby (tomG@heaven.com), November 17, 1999.

Ever listen to World Wide Message Tribe, Disciple, Fono, Tragedy Ann or The Supertones?

-- Butt Nugget (catsbutt@umailme.com), November 17, 1999.

I see a bad moon a risin',

I see trouble on the way,

I see a bad moon a risin',

I see earthquakes and lightnin',

I see bad times today,

Don't go around tonight,

Well it's bound to take your life,

There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a blowin',

I know the end is comin' soon,

I fear rivers overflowin',

I hear the voice of rage and ruin,

Don't go around tonight,

Well it's bound to take your life,

There's a bad moon on the rise.

Hope you have GOT YOUR THINGS TOGETHER,

Hope you are QUITE PREPARED TO DIE,

Looks like we're in for nasty weather,

One eye is taken for an eye,

Don't go around tonight,

Well it's bound to take your life,

There's a bad moon on the rise.

Don't go around tonight,

Well it's bound to take your life,

There's a bad moon on the rise.

-- cavscout (hoping@this.isn'tanomen), November 17, 1999.

cavscout,

That one has been proposed before.

But it does take me back.

I just thought the Jars song more subtle and in some ways more to the point of the forum.

.com before .storm

-- LM (latemarch@usa.net), November 17, 1999.

The sun'll come out tomorrow

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow

There'll be sun

-- don't worry (be@hap.py), November 17, 1999.

Damn.....

-- cavscout (dayl@t.e), November 17, 1999.

Lyrical Interpretation:

There's a bad moon on the rise =

There's a bathroom on the right.

-- (gottagonow@aol.com), November 17, 1999.

"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream...."

-- (my@oh.my), November 18, 1999.

"Eli's Coming" followed by "The Eve of Destruction"

-- Messenger (It's called@theday.com), November 18, 1999.

> > Millennium Pie (with apologies to Don McLean) > > > > 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 colour 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 Hollerith 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 mobile 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.

-- Tom Stein (indagatr@istar.ca), November 18, 1999.

Thunderdome

-- Mad Max (Planet@Earth.done), November 18, 1999.