SCREENS FROM AN INTERNET RUSTIN' HAUNT
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      (for Blackthorne, wherever you are)


I see you each night, I see you're in red, 
Perhaps you wish it was Scotty J. instead
We'll join a channel that's elite
In an old familiar scene
You and I - screen to screen

Mmmmmmm, mmm-mmmmmmm

A user in red, a user in blue
It all depends upon what you are due
I'll page you any time you want
In our Internet rustin' haunt


Things are okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good woman
Got a new fight, got a new site
And the bandwidth's fine
We lost touch long ago
You dropped out, I did not know
You would be where you are now after so much time
I remember those days hanging out on the tcon screen
Talkin' Glenn Boots, Army Army and no .beans,
Awwww, Payin' credits, getting QWKs, posting reams and sayin' wC's mean,
Tsar's beer, Dag's slights,
My fervent wasted online nights

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo-ooooooooo

[long piano solo here - MIDI forthcoming]


The Edge and Snider were the I-net insiders
And it seemed that nothing could go wrong
Selling the town with the prices down and the crowds logging on
Nobody looked any smoother
Or was more of a hit with the local users
And even though everyone bitched and the unix guy lied
Surely The Edge and Snider would always know how to survive.

The Edge and Snider were not looking brighter by the ending of year 95,
Then Dub decided the thing would dissolve at the end of July
Everyone said they were crazy
"Edge-boys you know you're much too lazy
and Snider could never intend to screw that many lives"
But there we were wavin' The Edge and Snider goodbye

The Edge got a partner with deep dark pockets 
and a couple of nerd engineers
Snider got some shills they could drain of their skills
then cut loose in a couple of years
They started to fight when the money got tight 
and then most got tossed out by their ears

Whoooooooooa.....

They worked for a while and they gave a brave smile
But it's always the same in the end
Some of them quit, some of them said "that's it!"
And there's enemies where there were friends
Then The Edge and Gene went back to the lean
But you can never go back there again.

The Edge and Snider had tried her and fried her
by the middle of year 96
From the brains to the dorks to the end of the corp
sinking slow in the Styx
They couldn't answer all the ragers
The best they could do was turn off their pagers
We always knew they would both find a way to get by

That's all I heard about The Edge and Snider
Can't tell you more cause I've been up all night here
And here we are wavin' The Edge and Snider goodbye.


A user in red, a user in blue
You're gonna move, Gene's gonna sue,
I'll page you anytime you want
In our Internet rustin' haunt.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-ooooooo......


]:-)
(Bootie Time is no longer the definitive white disco song...)