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From: Douglas Carmichael <dcarmich@Mcs.Net>
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Subject: FreeBSD anrh err - anthem #2
To: james@jraynard.demon.co.uk
Date: Wed, 8 Oct 1997 18:39:31 -0500 (CDT)
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   Deep Purple
   Machine Head
   
   Smoke On The Water (FreeBSD version #2)

Intro:
jkh asks: "Can we have a little more monitor out here?"
(bass bong)
"1....2.....1..2.3.4."
(guitar intro)
(4-bar count-in)

   Oh yeah!

   (grrrrrowlling guitar chord)
   
   We all came out to Berkeley
   On the Lake (?) shoreline
   To make CDs with a mobile
   We didn't have much time
   David Greenman and the others
   Were at the best place around
   But some stupid with a flare gun
   Burned the place to the ground
   Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
   
   They burned down phk's house
   It died with an awful sound
   jkh was running in and out
   Pulling kids out the ground
   When it all was over
   We had to find another place
   But systime was running out
   It seemed that we would lose the race
   Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
   
   We ended up at the CSRG Hotel
   It was empty cold and bare
   But with the Linus B. T* thing 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

*T = Torvalds