You think I'm an ignorant drop-out
And you took so many courses, I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see if the junior one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...
You think you own whatever bus you bus on
A sector's just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every drive and bit and cache line
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
You think the only programs that are programs
Are the programs that process something new
But if you walk the footsteps of a graybeard
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the linker cry, command not found?
Or asked the CPU cores why they're crisp?
Can you sing with all the voices of the language?
Can you paint with all the colors of the lisp?
Can you paint with all the colors of the lisp?
Come run the hidden code paths of the kernel.
Come press the sun-sweet hotkeys of the shell.
Come roll in all the source files all around you.
And for once, never wonder how they smell.
The mainframe and the system are my brothers.
The runtime and the hardware are my friends.
And we are all connected to each other
In a program, in a loop that never ends.
How large will the system root grow?
If you reinstall, then you'll never know.
And you'll never hear the linker cry command not found.
For whether we use vim or VSCode
We need to sing with all the voices of the language.
Need to paint with all the colors of the lisp.
You can code the app and still,
All you'll code is app until
You can paint with all the colors of the lisp.
