From owner-freebsd-chat Wed Oct 8 16:25:19 1997 Return-Path: Received: (from root@localhost) by hub.freebsd.org (8.8.7/8.8.7) id QAA22043 for chat-outgoing; Wed, 8 Oct 1997 16:25:19 -0700 (PDT) (envelope-from owner-freebsd-chat) Received: from punt-2.mail.demon.net (punt-2b.mail.demon.net [194.217.242.6]) by hub.freebsd.org (8.8.7/8.8.7) with SMTP id QAA22038 for ; Wed, 8 Oct 1997 16:25:15 -0700 (PDT) (envelope-from fhackers@jraynard.demon.co.uk) Received: from jraynard.demon.co.uk ([158.152.42.77]) by punt-2.mail.demon.net id aa1226113; 9 Oct 97 0:17 BST Received: (from fhackers@localhost) by jraynard.demon.co.uk (8.8.7/8.8.7) id AAA08448; Thu, 9 Oct 1997 00:03:03 +0100 (BST) (envelope-from fhackers) Message-ID: <19971009000259.49962@jraynard.demon.co.uk> Date: Thu, 9 Oct 1997 00:02:59 +0100 From: James Raynard To: Douglas Carmichael Cc: freebsd-chat@freebsd.org Subject: Re: Here's the start of a FreeBSD rock 'n roll anthem References: <199710072203.RAA00361@dcarmich.pr.mcs.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-Mailer: Mutt 0.81e In-Reply-To: <199710072203.RAA00361@dcarmich.pr.mcs.net>; from Douglas Carmichael on Tue, Oct 07, 1997 at 05:03:03PM -0500 Sender: owner-freebsd-chat@freebsd.org X-Loop: FreeBSD.org Precedence: bulk On Tue, Oct 07, 1997 at 05:03:03PM -0500, Douglas Carmichael wrote: > We ended up at the CSRG Hotel > It was empty cold and bare > But with the (?) thing just outside But with a Japanese Portsmeister just outside? > Making our OS there > With a few red lights and a few old beds > We make a place to sweat > No matter what we get out of this > I know we'll never forget > > Smoke on the water, fire in the sky How about Demon's Eye (Fireball)? I d-d-don't mind just what you say I never heard you, never heard you anyway Twist and slide, round my brain You think your code's so clever But you know you're insane Sli-sli-sli-sli-slide Into the daemon's eye Or even the title track: The golden light above you, shows me where you're from The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon You're dancing like a fireball with BSD all around you The people wonder where you're from, they really don't know you Oh my love it's a long way Where you're from, it's a long way I tried to understand you, I tried to love you right The way you touch and hold me oh it sets my heart alight You're dancing like a fireball... james@jraynard.demon.co.uk http://www.freebsd.org/~jraynard/