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[The Eagles through a geek prism.]
"Berkeley California"
In a dark dim machine room
Cool A/C in my hair
Warm smell of silicon
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a Solarian(tm) light
My kernel grew heavy, and my disk grew slim
I had to halt(8) for the night
The backup spun in the tape drive
I heard a terminal bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be BSD or USL
Then they started a lawsuit
And they showed me the way
There were salesmen down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to Berkeley California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place
(backgrounded) Such a lovely trace(1)
Plenty of jobs at Berkeley California Any time of year Any time of year
(backgrounded)
You can find one here
You can find one here
Their code was definately twisted
But they've got the stock market trends
They've got a lot of pretty, pretty lawyers
That they call friends
How they dance in the courtroom
See BSDI sweat
Some sue to remember
Some sue to forget
So I called up Kernighan
Please bring me ctime(3)
He said
We haven't had that tm_year since 1969
And still those functions are calling from far away
Wake up Jobs in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to Berkeley California Such a lovely Place Such a lovely Place
(backgrounded) Such a lovely trace(1)
They're livin' it up suing Berkeley California What a nice surprise What
a nice surprise (backgrounded)
Bring your alibies
Windows NT a dreaming
Pink OS on ice
And they said
We are all just prisoners here
Of a marketing device
And in the judges's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They diff(1)'d the source code listings
But they can't kill -9 the beast
Last thing I remember
I was restore(8)'ing | more(1)
I had to find the soft link back to the path I was before sleep(3) said
the pagedaemon We are programmed to recv(2)
You can swap out any time you like But you can never leave(1)
[ substitute whirring of disk and tape drives for guitar solo ]
Written by David Barr
and Ken Hornstein
and a little help from Greg Nagy