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Hello Jaroslav! ====== I quote the file fido_sng.txt ====== ╓───────────────────────────────────── ─────────────────── ───────────────────╖ ║ -+= COLLECTION OF FIDOSHA SONGS =+- ║ ╙───────────────────────────────────── ─────────────────────────[28/01/2000]─╜ =-----------------------------------------------------------------= ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Aleksey Maslov 2:5020/416.13 >===[DOS]=== Am C Dm7 DOS... The screen was filled with a blue veil of pure DOS E Am The mouse... Suddenly became square, the mouse lost its shape... I broke a window, my ninety-fifth favorite window, I installed DOS, and then I saw: this is happiness - this is it. The hard drive grunted, and the hardware quietly began to rustle under the table... Loaded! Hey, let's see what's what; Log out under DOS and let's work with your smart head... See for yourself! After all, DOS is not a fairy tale, it’s true: it’s with you! Tears on the glasses... Strange glasses, or maybe tears on the face... DOS cleared everything, everything that was unnecessary on my C: drive. I pressed F8 and cheerful Norton deleted everything for me: Forty megabytes. Maybe even more, maybe even sixty. And I imagined: the city was suddenly filled with intelligent people: Everything came out under DOS, and the damned WINDOWS was deleted, damn it.Forgetting about WORD, COREL DRAW and other real hemorrhoids, People install DOS, it's like they're going to Heaven using DOS, Regular, pure DOS... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Andrey Teplyakov 2:5025/77.19 >===[OSEN]=== Am A9 A4 A9 C С7+ С9 С7+ The light from your window Am7+ Am7+/9 Am7+/4 F7+ went out for me F7+/5- E4/7 E I installed the axle And it all became the same is there internet Main Fido Dos, version 7.0, baby Microsoft Doesn't call anymore Glitch, let go of my computer, windows are shabby, Dm G A And it doesn't call anymore, it doesn't call, it doesn't call anymore Dm E Autumn, autumn, Am F The computer froze and reset the program, C G E Am And my crazy phone is switched off Dm E Am F Fossil, fossil, well, let's ask the boss, B E Am (G C) Where is it, mail, eternal mail. Percentage 166 overclocked stuck And the coprocessor turned sour, This axle is forever, it won’t let you down And the naked grandfather will sing: [chorus...] B E Am Where is it, mail, eternal mail ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Evgeniy Letov 2:5080/101.11 >===[Leak]=== Run away, Bill Gates is waiting for us in the gateway.He wants to put us on Windows, the axle shaft has already lost its charms, debugger into swap, and all viruses sleep. Only you and I are left to be torn to pieces a couple of simple and young guys. Leak away Run away, he will cut me in Yuyu, int13 will lose control... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Sergey Tyan 2:5079/36.34 >===[Moscow]=== Am C E this address is the best address on earth Am F E it's like it's drawn with numbers in therm drawn for sysop and for points drawn for pluses and many stars This address looks at the modem when waking up: it works, which means everything will be OK I can send a message throughout Russia and I will receive an answer no later than two weeks Rev: Dm B C A Dm B C A I don’t know where else throughout Fidoshka there is the same mess! My term is buggy like a radish, my computer crashed and again format c: (fuck it) ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Denis V. Semenov 2:5020/961 >===[Fidoshniki]=== Words - D. Semenov, Music - V. Butysov Em H7 Feeders of white shy nights Em Those who managed to survive with the current connection Em H7You made everyone a little brighter, a little warmer Em You have become smarter than the students in In.Yaz H7 Em Favorites of stalls and beer tents H7 Em Those who turned on the computer in communal apartments H7 We listen to your every new connection Em Trying to understand what the secret power is C Em What hope do you have? C Em What love C Em No Foxes, no Corels CH without any Windows... Keepers of the secrets of any FTS Those who managed to run the machines under Windows They put the girls in front of the computer and then they are taught to download email most nights Connoisseurs of all the best types of beer Gourmet snacks and vodka-smirnovka You give beer to your uplinks And in return they collect links for you. Instilling hope in you Breathing in love No Foxes, no Corels without any Windows... Fm C Craftsmen knitting all kinds of connections Fm Those who have not known DUPs or BADs since childhood Fm C You write letters to GoldEd and Tmyl Fm Sends fresh bundles to the uplink C Fm Holders of various postal clocks C Fm Do you hear cooler music at night? C You understand the language of silent computers Fm There will be new mail here again in the morning. C# Fm Instilling hope in you C# Fm Breathing in loveC# Fm No Foxes, no Corels C# Fm without any Windows... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ >===[Don't rush]=== Music - Chai'f, Lyrics - D. Semenov Em H7 Em Don't rush to bury Fido. G D G And Fido still has things to do C G H7 Em And the nodes have so many points C G H7 Em And I wanted to drink beer. Don’t rush to show off your mastdyke You have to torture her first One by one you need to delete files so that Windows dies hard Don't rush to close that window. The window in which gold shines And write to the local area, dear And read HumOr FiltereEd Don’t rush to love Mastdyka. Don't count the glitches by the day If we don't kill Mastday today Then Windows will destroy you tomorrow. Don't rush to bury Fido. And Fido still has things to do And the nodes have so many points And I wanted to drink beer. ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ >===[Network Feed Celebration]=== (Performed to the music of the song of the same name "NP" "Holiday of Common Misfortune") Am E7 Outdated sysops of all fidosh nodes Am Go out onto the boulevards and get off the computers Am E7 Raise your sore butts in your chairs AmLet's get drunk today, network feed holiday Dear hubs and longlinks of cities You will receive beer from our points today Today, as always, the mail goes smoothly After all, the festival of the network - feeds - is a terrible swill... G E7 Am And red eyes that didn’t sleep for five nights G E7 Am “Hot” water will flood over the edges G E7 Am And the dark gray light in the closed window G E7 Am will become blue like the Windows screensaver Network feed holiday is just when A really big feed is being built And everything that is in you is in the network feed and there you will know what is going on everywhere Nodelists and rou-files of various networks will be perfectly mixed with yours and mine everything will disappear into the network-feed boom and the hubs will get drunk just like points today is the only day in my life when we all get drunk together This is the first degree of freedom for now But you need to take NC by the horns There will still be a hangover in the morning As always, it will go off with a bang. And the hubs will drink their points and we will all get drunk like a herd of wolves Outdated sysops of all fidosh nodes Go out onto the boulevards and get off the computers Raise your sore butts in your chairs Let's get drunk today, network feed holiday ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ >===[Windows-95]=== Sung to the tune of the song "Alice" "TRASSA-E95" Hm A D F#Hm F#m My computer is burning at the turn of the century Em Hm Era of the Seventh Words Em Hm I'm tired of pressing Alt-Q G When I almost want to read Among so many tasks I can do it alone I can't live like this anymore I'll go replace the OS! Chorus. A Hm Roads fly to Mitino, A Hm It's time to change the OS. A Hm Who will do what, and I will put it F#m Hm Vin-dy-zy-95. But only in two places I'm at home while I'm a guest. Only where beer flows like a river, I'm pouring out my sadness. At noon to the sound of Microsoft As if two steps away, WAV error messages I hear in Windows... Chorus. The roads are flying into the night again, Why change the OS? Well why did I put Vin-dy-zy-95. And on the screen there is a blue distance Got me sick of it in three days. And I'm sure that someday I'll install OS/2. Well, for now I’m sitting and looking at the sky In the screensaver of your Windows And I realized that there is no better than DOS There are no OS... Chorus. Roads fly to Mitino, It's time to change the OS. I'll put whatever you want Except Windows-95. Hm A G A Hm Oh, -ES -TWO, and not W-95. ===[end]===~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Dima Kuznetsov 2:5020/910.777 >===[Dumophile's March]=== auto Raven Rohansky and Rodrigezz Serving the game is nothing more enviable, The one who sits behind it is a lost man. Benzyukha behind his back, under his arm - BFG... Anyone who has played Doom at least once is now ours forever!!! Walk, walk forward, honorable doomophile!!! Sweeping away everything in its path from the riffle! Why do you need to decide, fly like a rocket, Let everyone you meet be sprayed. There is fire in your eyes and foam on your lips, Huge monsters are trembling in horror. And mountains of dead bodies lie in agony Where you recently walked with a riffle in your hands. Let the stinking badass threaten me with lightning, He definitely won’t escape from the BFG’s salvo, The Kevlar vest will reliably protect, Our ardent thinker will always go everywhere. The episode is over - well, take a rest for now!!! You put them all down, it's time to have a break... An inveterate doomophile pours himself a beer, And smiling sweetly, he takes Quake from the shelf! ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Alexei Vasiliev 2:5030/644 >===[Song about a dimmer]=== Am Amsu2 Am Amsus2 Am Amsus2 │ Am Amsus2 Am Amsus2 Am Amsus2 │ Am │ And 2000 frags war Red frag, gray frag, │ with Joyb_speed 31,C │ War without pain and evil, What happened with the rocket on the fly, │ War for no particular reason. Dm │ A patchwork blanket lies │ A red corpse is on the floor, G │ A moment later he runs again, On the cracked floor, │ A moment later he was killed again, │ And again lies on the floor.. Am │ And they laugh at us, And the fifth skill is boiling over the map, │ The nasty monsters are laughing. C│ Raising the dead from the ground, │ And we know that it has always been this way, Dm │ Who was green from birth, Don’t rush to press the spacebar, │ Who was looking for cartridges in the nicks, G │ And who ran from BFG. Dream about your dreams, relax, │ Dm │ He knows neither plasmas nor grenades, And listen to how they laugh │ He doesn’t use flickers, Am │ And with a shotgun he can stand There are nasty monsters above us.. │ Under the persistent fire of the lamers, │ And laugh at us, │ Laugh like nasty monsters.. │ │ (C) Ilya Danilov 2:5030/327 ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Eugene Petrenko 2:5020/1446.44>===[About the programmer]=== Evgeniy Petrenko Am Dm You pour vodka E Am And you dilute it with beer, A7 Dm You just forget G E What are you doing, ruff And these three hundred grams For a simple programmer Give tanker armor And the intelligence of a hedgehog! IT'S BEGINNING!!! Suddenly the monitor explodes And the letters crumble And they fall on the table. And the printer curses And the drive bites And it's called You invented the virus But it's not scary And in hand-to-hand combat Format stunned You fight the virus All wounds will go away overnight And you'll wake up early... But I'm drunk on the computer Don't sit down again. 1995.Eugene ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Alexey Knyazev 2:5020/1115.26 >===[3d action]=== It doesn't play quickly. Clap and clap :) D Hm C C Holding a weapon in your hands D Hm Cm Cm At your own risk, and at your own risk D Hm C C Through the back streets of the labyrinth G G Hm We walked, the road is not forgotten, Hm Em C Em C Em C Am Not forgotten. The first shot at the enemy. The first scare from around the corner. The first night - can't sleep. We ourselves chose this path, This way. I wish I could get to the exit alive. Find another secret. And the key to go to the door. We now cannot live without war, No war.Again the battle - in good time. Our death, ah, not for us. Computer blood flows like a river, We are leaving the earthly world again, Earthly world. (c) "Oblivion" 1998 ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Elena Kokareva 2:5051/22.16 >===[From our BBS]=== From our BBS only a lonely one Computer light. And the soft modem hisses, Greeting guests in silence. On our BBS About these subjects until the morning We chatted with you And it was like yesterday. Chorus: Rulez that you are not with me today But only every time When the modem connects to you I think about us. Everything is the same as then There was a response to the chat with Sysop. Until the morning May our connection not be interrupted. Chorus: ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Elena Kokareva 2:5051/22.16 >===[About connection]=== Am Dm E My modem is ringing, my modem is ringing Am E Am To Alekseev, to Alekseev. Dm G But you told me, but you told me C A7 Don't read Fida, don't read Fida Chorus: Dm G It's not destiny, it's not destiny C Am No connection visible, no connection visible Dm EThe echoes don't come, the echoes don't come Am A7 And no, no email, and no, no email. (Am E Am) (And there is no email, and there is no email.) I'm waiting for a connection, I'm waiting for a connection I'm being honest, I'm being honest Because you know yourself, because you know yourself I can read, I can write! Chorus: But no-mail will go away, but no-mail will go away The echoes will fly away, the echoes will fly away. Our first connection, our first connection You can’t return it to the back, to the back. Chorus: The wind blew from the sea, the wind blew from the sea I was catching up with the connection, I was catching up with the connection I see for myself, I see for myself Your letters are gone, your letters are gone! Chorus: ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Vadim Artyushkevich 2:450/114 >===[The wind blew from the sea, the wind blew from the sea]=== Am Dm E The wind blew from the sea, the wind blew from the sea, Am E Am Bytes were blown out, bytes were blown out. Dm G I sat in delirium and broke Windows, C A7 I didn't call you, I didn't call you. Dm G It's not destiny, it's not destiny, C Am Apparently there is no love, apparently there is no love. Dm E If you were with me, if you were with me Am (E) A7 (Am) My gifs, my gifs. Oh, don't touch the network, oh, don't touch the network,Hands off the keyboard, hands off the keyboard. If only I had time, save time: I worked all night, I didn’t sleep all night! Oh don't cling to me, oh don't cling to me If you want, go away, if you want, go away. You are in your love, you are in your love You can't compare with him, you can't compare with him. Maybe later, maybe later, Days after fives, days after fives. You will find my house, you will come to my house, Forgetting the reproach, forgetting the reproach, In the meantime, fate, in the meantime, fate We can't be together, we can't be together. But there are five compacts, five CDs We'll fill it with hyphae, we'll fill it with hyphae. It's not destiny, it's not destiny, There's no time for love, there's no time for love. If you were with me, if you were with me My gifs, my gifs. (c) Vadim Artyushkevich aka 2:450/114.0 aka Merlin ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Eugene Govako 2:5030/604.20 >===[Song about DOOM]=== G D Am Em There is dust in your hard drive, 220 habitually hits your brain... You were poking around in your diet - a flock of stars flew past your eyes You began to slowly load Windows G D Am C D Em With a sweet feeling of victory, with a bitter feeling of impending disaster... Here is your winch, it is now hopelessly covered You entered your password and name, but access is denied... And you realized that if you were in a hurry, you could still run away to DOS, But what can you do now - you pressed reset and started waiting...And the neighbors are noisy, they can’t understand that the computer is breaking down neighbors don't like swearing, they like the sound of Microsovt They are used to logging into Windows Enti every day And if something goes wrong, they know that the network administrator is to blame... And you screamed a funny song about Billy with cake It was already the second hour since you were fiddling with the computer, Your monitor went out at the beginning of the journey, It even warmed up a little, but still didn’t shine :((( And so you hammered on your stump, and took a hammer... One strike, two strikes - instead of a wheelbarrow, a piece of iron... You went to your neighbors, you raced with them in D00M from an early age... I pressed the bell and realized... the computer was glitching because the lights were off... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Valentin Chernyak 2:468/37.44 >===[ROBIN HOOD]=== Em C Robin Hood is tall and slender, G H7 He is 15 years old Em C And more fun than a hacker G H7 Not in the whole area Came to Nottingham one day Brave Robin Hood. Looks - 12 men They drink gin and tonic together. - Hello! Tell me guys What's new in the country? - Doom player competition... - Ok! I have my DOOM with me. - Your DOOM? - The men laugh, Who called you, young man? At least you're an episode Will you last until the end? - I put 25 floppy disks, I put it on the edge of the table: Now I will DOOM pass in front of you Without IDKFA. “He’s coming,” said the men, Any mortgage is goodBut DOOM without IDKFA, Even if you burst, you won’t pass! But none of them had time Not a sigh, not a blink, Like Robin Hood with IDDQD Already on my way... Text: Philosopher, Kyiv, 1996 Chords: -=AUX=-, Kherson, 1998 ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: ?????????????????? >===[ ??? ]=== Cherished by me like a Tamagotchi, She dressed silently and left. She wasn't even very good Not really, I’ll tell you, it was... And I remained sitting with a sour expression, Such bad things... She went to the system administrator, And my CD with RedHat was taken away. I gave her a Pentium processor Rebuilt the axis and TCP/IP! She wasn't just a Pointesa She gave not for a bribe, but out of love... It is known: being without a woman has no time for fat - At least get on all fours and howl like a wolf! This is not the first time they have told the world - That life is not life without sexual life! Let there be a blizzard, a tornado, a blizzard outside the window, Let it be minus thirty degrees in the shade! When an old friend leaves Don't blame her for being impolite. Remember her as they remember Untimely departed to another world Understand her as soon as they understand Once in eternity, in eternity under the moon... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Vlad Matselevich 2:5004/710.6>===[ALL THIS FidoNet]=== E A G Conversations in local echoes, Another version of this song that already exists three years Freks, attachments, netmail, Author - Yuri Sitnikov AKA 2:465/116.10 Where the muses chose modems, And the gods live in wires, Conversations on drunken sissops, Where everyone in the soul is Tom Jennings, Dancing on Keyboards, But in reality, Oleg Bocharov, Where the frecks are sent to toilets, G A nodes live in mirrors, Where the motto stands firmer than ever, Where everyone is in the soul Peter Norton, A H And everyone has a T-mail, "The main thing in life is CONNECT!" Where no one wants to grab the “pluses” from the sky But everyone succeeded in it... E A All this is FidoNet! FidoNet, a-a All this is FidoNet! Processors and monitors, PCs, XTs, ATs, Msdos, axle shaft and en-cha Flops and hard drives... Today Moscow sees us, Today we have a lot of DOS, Tomorrow is Alma-Ata, And tomorrow is little OS/2, Today we sit and drink beer, The day after tomorrow we will drink beer We all gathered at the sysopka. Near the tank* or right on it, And tomorrow modems await us again, And what will happen to us in a week Naked Grandfather, T-Mile and Squish. Only Aksen** knows... All this is FidoNet! All this is FidoNet!It's a bit like the mafia, it's a bit like flirting***, Something like an elite club. Something for fun, Something like a party, something like mad traffic, Something like a horse collar. Something about the raised flag, Something like a gang of friends, Something like a change in weather, Something like a station shooting gallery, Something like a maniac's delirium... There's something about this, There's something about this What brings the whole world together. What is not on the Internet. All this is FidoNet! All this is FidoNet! ATS people are scratching their bald spots, And now the lamers are scratching their bald spots The lamer pokes the mouse at the window, And they drink Validol in packs, Comrades at MGTS Blushing telephone operators They turn green at the word "Fido", They turn green at the word "Fido". People from Melkomyagkie Comrades in their offices They look out the windows at the clouds and forbid modems to be turned on. We brazenly steal programs from them. They won’t be able to sleep again this night. And we don’t pay any amount yet. We will download mail! All this is FidoNet! All this is FidoNet! Well, and we, well, we are fidoras, Well, and us? And we are just people Programmers, sysops, punks. With a fidosh badge on the chest. As hackers, we are socially dangerous, we don’t like to guess what will happen - And the prison cries for everyone. We still have everything ahead! We live in the CONNECT flow. We are a friendly fifth network,The temporary worker is the enemy of our country. Forty-sixth region; But the newspapers don’t write about us, Let them not write about us in the newspapers, And the newspapers are always right. We can live without them. All this is FidoNet! All this is FidoNet! And we're going downhill and we're chatting around the clock From the point of view of higher spheres. We send mail and live in echoes, Youth groups All together (and this is not a joke) They set a bad example from us. We rarely drink beer... we don't drink it. Where is the educational factor? We are often misunderstood Where is the bright faith in progress? And they strive to teach... Hey, sysop, send them all to... Hey, fidoshnik, send them all to... And turn on your BBC! It's time to turn on the car! (come on, Andryukha) download your email! All this is FidoNet! Notes: * - monument in the center of Donetsk, the place where the sysopok began ** - 2:465/0 (NC) *** - local echoes DONBASS.FLIRT/MANIAK/OTTYAG are mentioned ===[end]== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Posted by: Vladimir Pertzel >===[Haiku]=== I did not translate because a literary translation is required. I could rhyme, but the oriental images somehow don’t work for me. are given. The poems came from Dark Shadow without copyright. Imagine if instead of cryptic, geeky text strings, your computer produced error message in haiku... A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone. - - - - - - - - - - - - The Web site you seek cannot be located but endless others exist - - - - - - - - - - - - Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. - - - - - - - - - - - - ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask way too much. - - - - - - - - - - - - First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies so beautifully. - - - - - - - - - - - - With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. - - - - - - - - - - - - The Tao that is seen Is not the true Tao, until You bring fresh toner. - - - - - - - - - - - - Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. - - - - - - - - - - - - Stay the patient course Of little worth is your ire The network is down - - - - - - - - - - - - A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone. - - - - - - - - - - - - Yesterday it worked Today it is not working Windows is like that - - - - - - - - - - - - Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. - - - - - - - - - - - - You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here. - - - - - - - - - - - - Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. - - - - - - - - - - - - Having been erased, The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. - - - - - - - - - - - - Rather than a beep Or a rude error message, These words: "File not found." - - - - - - - - - - - - Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank. ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Posted by: HC MAD DREAM >===[Hackers' Anthem]=== Rotten roofs are moving above us, Vile thoughts scratch our hearts. We are launching our TURBO DEBUGGER, With loud screams we climb into the BOOT. Let the bourgeois protect us, We'll hack it all without drinking a liter. TASM is always on the floppy disk, The password on the new little silverware has been hacked. We are launching our SOURCER hesitantly The banner of the struggle for the source code of the case. Bytes are scribbled, memory is torn apart, You can no longer fix our brains. We celebrated a memorial service for BORLAND, EPSON is quiet and nursing a grudge. The MICROSOFT mouse bit off its tail, An evil spirit has taken possession of STRimmer. The machine controller will die in agony, The innocent hard drive will quietly bend. A happy hacker turns off the modem, And no one is bored in counterintelligence. ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: Nik Smirnov 2:5051/20.2 >===[Let's talk to you]=== Dm Gm Gm7 Let's talk to you.A7 Dm Sorry, I don’t know your AKA. Dm Gm You answer everything to others, A7 Dm But you don’t write anything to me. D7 Gm Let's talk to you C7 Fmaj7 A7 I believe the carrier will come, Dm Gm After all, my modem is not sleeping now, A7 Dm Waiting for new mail from the boss. GM A7 In a new way, in a new way Dm B FIDO teaches us to live, GM A7 But still, God willing, as before Dm D7 We will cherish the song. GM A7 A letter is running along the wires, Dm B In a hurry, in a hurry, GM A7 And so from the call of the bell Dm D7 The modem is already shaking - GM A7 A letter arrived via wire... Just don't tell me There's all this nonsense about ATS, After all, this is a common problem - “But carrier”, “But dialton”. And even though in the West for a long time They forgot how the pipe creaks, Imagine how boring their life is, And envy yourself. Through wheezing and howling Your letter will get through Having broken through the “lying” nodes, And it will fall into the echo, And I’ll read it with impatience Name in the "To:" field... Gm Dm Come on, write a letter quickly Am Dm I'm really looking forward to it... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄Sent by: Anton Merkurov 2:5020/1557 >===[Song about Windows]=== Should I sing a song about Windows? Should I install OS/2? Format the screw for yourself, you say And run your whole life - ndd My computer will freeze - for the thousandth time There are hundreds of glitches in my program I remembered Bill Gates, he's a homosexual Even my best friend won't help me And I'll install FreeBSD for myself Lots of features, compiler - that's it Smiling, you say: “How cool,” I'll hug you - you're right. I'll write a poem about Windows It's just that my computer is acting up And the propeller fell... everything is fucked Maybe next time, but now in dev/null (c){am}(1998) (2:5020/1557) ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: DiBa 2:5020/720.10 >===[About FIDO]=== Should I sing a song about Fido, So that the words spread across the backbone And reached sysops and points, And they echoed everywhere. My song will be picked up by thousands of nodes, Hundreds of hubs will spread around the world, She will undoubtedly go to the Internet, And they will kick her back. And I will become a supernova Everyone will write me many letters, And I will be happy to sit at the computer And remove them in batches without looking. I wish I could write a song about Fido Just something Windows hung again, And the hard drive was covered, butI dreamed a lot. Now it's time to sleep... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: ???? >===[Song about Mastday hares]=== The original version of this song was in hf a long time ago, I remade it Dmitry Stolyarov (2:5021/17). I really liked the idea, and once upon a time I too tried to remake this song... When compiling both versions with an attempt The closest approximation to the original is the following: In the friendly FIDO grid, semi-aspens are plowing, And the Windows sorcerers are constantly being criticized by rumors... Barrels of beer were rolled onto Sisopka Point And at the same time they chanted strange words: Chorus: And for us - in half, and for us - in half, And we are not afraid of Gates and IBM! We have the grid, at our postal hour We use a modem at stations. And the Windows sorcerers hang quietly in the fog, And they don’t fit on curved LINUX cars. The sysops drink beer, pour it into glasses, And when they get home, they’ll kill someone’s fae... Chorus. And for us - in half, and for us - in half, For a fidoshnik there are no worldly problems. Noda will be the one who year At the beer stores, everyone gets beer. And for us - in half, and for us - in half, And give us that vile rumor. Let's stand on our feet for once now - All the sysops will be trin-grass for us. ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: ????>===[Song about MS-DOS.]=== Am Dm Friend of my harsh days, G7 C My decrepit old lady, A7 Dm Not one of the newest E Am I won't exchange you Let those who install axle shafts On top of MustDie'95, All this crap is immediately demolished And they will remember about you again! Let them remember how wonderful it is, When the OS is the same for everyone And without comparison it is not clear How buggy it is... And let them take pity on the old lady In the name of those joyful days, When we played with toys in it And from childhood we got used to it... ===[end]=== ~▀█▄...................................................................▄ Sent by: ???? >===[Mastday'95]=== E Am When I felt really bad, G C And I installed Chikaku, A7 Dm This verse struck me - E7 Am I’m writing before I forget: Over the awesome Vindyara The Mastdais have been steaming for a long time, And with a long-term steam They hit every window... And now she's ready She’s already come to see me for a winch, Installed my new Desktop And my Boot Manager was demolished Why do you need such a topic? - Bill asks with aplomb Now there is only one system: Forget about the rest!If you want to use this bestiality, Then Mastdyke can't stand here. See the manual for more details, Volume seven page forty five Just think, well, the statement -