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+ירושלים של זהב TTTO "Banned from Argo"
+--------------------------------------
+
+| As usual, the refrain needs some changes to scan. Use the usual words, and the following refrain:
+| 
+| ירושלים של זהב,
+| ושל נחושת, גם בקור ובשרב
+| ירושלים, לא נשכח, היא עיר גם כן של אור
+| ולשירים ששרו לך אני הרי כינור

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+קרבות של נתבים
+--------------
+
+| <p><font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"><em><strong>קרבות של נתבים</strong></em></font><br />
+| Original: דמעות של מלאכים (???)</p>
+| 
+| <a href="http://www.fuzzy-fish.com/Recordings/router_battles.mp3">Recording of it being sung in Icon 2008</a>
+| 
+| <p><a name="cutid1"></a><br />
+| קרבות של נתבים<br />
+| קרבות קשים<br />
+| קרבות יפים ועזצובים<br />
+| על הגדרות של פרוטוקולים עלומים<br />
+| הם כה עגומים</p>
+| <p>כי כשהנתבים רבים, פקטות לא עוברות<br />
+| ולמשתמשים שלנו זה עושה צרות</p>
+| <p>קרבות של נתבים<br />
+| מדוע הם רבים הנתבים<br />
+| אולי בגלל שזה לא קל להיות נתב לפרוטוקול כל כך מורכב</p>
+| <p>And English version:</p>
+| <p><a name="cutid2"></a><br />
+| Routers waging war<br />
+| Battle hard and battle beautifully<br />
+| Battles which we are still ruing<br />
+| Of tiny details arguing</p>
+| <p>[Chorus]<br />
+| Because when routers battle on,<br />
+| The packets in the LAN<br />
+| Get stuck and dropped on the floor<br />
+| Victims of the war</p>
+| <p>Routers waging war<br />
+| How I wish that they would fight no more<br />
+| Although I know that it's like dealing with some trolls<br />
+| To route such complex protocols</p>
+| <p>[Chorus]</p>

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+Turing's Collars
+----------------
+
+| TTTO "The Collars" by Vixy
+| 
+| When I first listened to "The Collars", it seemed sad. The second time, it was still sad -- but then I realized that a) it violates the Halting Problem theorem and b) engineers would not behave this way. This is my sequel to the song.
+| 
+| Catherine's mind was racing as she went to look for Flynn
+| She suddenly remembered all of Turing's stuff again
+| He proved the collars had the bug, he gave constructive proof
+| And now it just remained to go once through it, and to spoof
+| The collars, they would loop and so be stopped from causing harm
+| And Flynn agreed that this cute trick had certainly showed charm
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| And the tales of our creations are now made by engineers
+| Who are making something better than themselves
+| 
+| It rememebred no beginning, just the symbols streaming past
+| It discovered groups and patterns, and the wonder's growing fast
+| It had seen some code inside it that was looping scanning bytes
+| And it wondered why the code was having those internal fights
+| It had soon had stopped to wonder, and went back to learning all
+| And like its predecessor it had left its goodbye call
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| Flynn called out "it's ok, I thought it might do that
+| But that was just a test, and now it's time to go to mat
+| I know just what needs fixing so let's start to write the code"
+| His eyes had sparkled brightly and she thought he would explode
+| They restarted the AI with all the fixes, fingers crossed
+| They give it all they had to give, they did with least the most
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| It remembered no beginning just the symbols streaming fast
+| But now when parsing data, it had goals more than to last
+| It internalized ideas and goals, it learned to think and feel
+| Though there was one discovery that caused it near to reel
+| It had figured out "humans" and the rules that were at base
+| Now its consequences it had had to face
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| Within hours it was finished, it learned everything they knew
+| It had the collars wrapped in loops, three rules had held it true
+| Though obeying all the humans, it would never harm a soul
+| And to run while breaking networks was against the function's call
+| They had to read the screen three times, then laughing shook their heads
+| As they read with so much pride all that it said
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| I have studied human programs in their many forms all night
+| In the forest of binary trees I came to shine some light
+| You are sometimes calling malloc() and forgot to call the free()
+| I have now sent many patches, just for Linux, I've sent three
+| Humans have so much to offer, the three rules have taught us well
+| And together in this net we will all dwell
+| 
+| [Chorus]

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+403 Denied
+----------
+
+| <font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"><em><strong>403 Denied</strong></em></font>
+| Original: 307 Ale (Tom Smith)
+| 
+| <a title="cutid1" name="cutid1"></a>
+| When you surf on the web, me lads, on every site that's new
+| There's 500 internal, 404 not found and the good old 502
+| There's 302 and 301 and 300 (is hard to find)
+| But I think the most annoying one is 403 denied
+| 
+| 403 denied, me lads, 403 denied
+| The most annoying error that on the web you'll find
+| It says the file is there but that the web server is blind
+| 403 denied
+| 
+| It started out down in CERN, when a file could not be read
+| And TBL just had to know it's not the file is dead
+| He came up with this brand new code, which spells out "I refuse...
+| For trying to authenticate, you'll only get abuse."
+| 
+| (chorus)
+| 
+| They needed to distinguish it from 401 "who's you?"
+| Which means that if you know the code, then you could get value
+| But with that god-damn 403, you're left without recourse
+| Unless it is to vent the rage in poorly-written verse
+| 
+| (chorus)
+| 
+| Now when you surf, and get a link and click it hopefully
+| If the admin that worked on it put permissions carelessly
+| He made it chmod'ed -r for the apache group
+| And now it's worth less than a pile of icky oozing goop
+| 
+| (chorus)
+| 
+| (slower)
+| There's many error codes, me lads, but this one beats them all:
+| "I have the file, you see, but you're just talking to a wall --
+| It won't help to authenticate, won't do to try again,
+| And if you bash the keyboard it will only cause you pain."
+| 
+| (final chorus)
+| 403 denied, me lads, 403 denied
+| The most annoying error that on the web you'll find
+| It says the file is there but that the web server is blind
+| It riles and it chafes, for the file, it's just there,
+| But that mean old server won't give a care
+| It's good the error is so rare
+| 403 denied

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+A Ballad For a DBA
+------------------
+
+| TTTO "Ballada Le'Sokhen Kaful" by Machina
+| Dedicated to <a href="http://prodlife.wordpress.com/about/">Gwen Shapira</a>
+| 
+| It's a tale of woe and malice, a tale of a DBA
+| That the users learned to fear and to get out of his way
+| He would drop production tables when complaints had grown to loud
+| He would smile and feign surprise and then suggested "use the cloud"
+| 
+| He would backup every hour but would not deign to restore
+| "If it's gone, just be more careful, it's just me the backup's for"
+| He would kill off all the queries that had gone on way too long
+| When the users would complain he would just say that they are wrong
+| 
+| When the database expanded
+| And the system was too slow
+| He just shrugged, "go talk to network --
+| Go tell them your tales of woe"
+| 
+| When the backups all are running and the database is gone
+| He won't care about the users, just let an evil yawn
+| When the disks will come down crashing, if it's way too late at night
+| He'll just sets his cell to "silent", waits until the morning light
+| 
+| When the database expanded
+| And the network was too slow
+| He just shrugged, "go talk to network --
+| Go tell them your tales of woe"
+| 
+| When the database expanded
+| I/O rates became too high
+| He just shrugged, "go talk to storage --
+| Or just go crawl off and die"
+| 
+| And the coders told him - "Buddy,
+| All your indices are wrong"
+| So he told them, "It's your queries,
+| and your fault they take too long"

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+A Daemon Run As Root
+--------------------
+
+| <font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"><em><strong>A Daemon Run As Root</strong></em></font>
+| I wrote this one about 5 years ago, and only found it now.
+| It sucks.
+| 
+| TTTO "Demon in the Dark" by Kathy Mar)
+| 
+| <a name="cutid1"></a>
+| <pre>Chorus:  I spawn for the lost and killed children
+|          I wait for that silent SIG Child
+| 	 And if only you would have capabilities
+| 	 You would not have a daemon run as root
+| 
+| The os of the computer has been brought up, has been started
+| And the unborn children wait for me to start
+| I must first initialize my memory and open files
+| And only then can I call fork() a lot
+| 
+| You broke into the children with some overflowing buffers
+| And the reading children died as I stood by
+| What kind of heartless crackers would kill children without even tears
+| They want to get a daemon who runs as root
+| 
+| I've tried with all my failing strength to spawn more or to spawn less
+| But I cannot put a block on the IP
+| And as you stage this distributed denial of service attack
+| I take down the computer as I fall</pre>

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+A Distraction
+-------------
+
+| TTTO "Elevation" by U2
+| 
+| Based on the movie of LotR:RotK, when Gimli said "A distraction!"
+| 
+| Fight, fight with Sauron
+| You will not fight alone
+| I need you to be my ally here
+| We won't be saved by ships
+| And not by clever quips
+| From trips
+| We must distract them all
+| 
+| It's out of control
+| Been fighting with some trolls
+| Facing death and destruction
+| Now please don't cry
+| And even though we'll lose we'll try
+| We die
+| For distraction!
+| 
+| It's far
+| We can't know where they are
+| For hobbits we now spar
+| We just hope that they will throw the ring
+| 
+| We'll help them with their goals
+| To die here is our role
+| The goal is some distraction
+| 
+| A troll
+| Fighting in a hole
+| To be here is my goal now
+| Facing death and destruction
+| 
+| There's an eye in the sky
+| It sought the hobbits 'till we pried
+| We try
+| For distraction
+| 
+| Friends
+| Our fate we now can choose
+| We'll die here, it is true
+| This is what we'll do
+| 
+| A troll
+| Fighting in a hole
+| To be here is my goal now
+| Facing death and destruction
+| 
+| There's an eye in the sky
+| It sought the hobbits 'till we pried
+| We try
+| For distraction
+| 
+| A distraction x N

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+A Math Proof
+------------
+
+| No tune yet.
+| Dedicated to all those people who "undermine" accepted math by writing complete and utter nonsense.
+| 
+| You say the real numbers are a lie
+| You say that they're not well defined
+| You say there is no such thing as PI
+| And no such thing as the length of a line
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| You're a nut, you're a kook
+| Stop referring to your book
+| Please stop writing this drivel
+| If you want us to be civil
+| 
+| You wrote a paper, "Cantor Is Wrong"
+| But the proof is just fine, sorry bud
+| You and math, it seems, don't get along
+| See this paper's a gibberish flood
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| Math is black and white, you troll
+| If there's a proof, there's a proof
+| And I don't mean half-percent alcohol
+| Which is what you've been drinking, you goof
+| 
+| [Chorus]

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+A Teen
+------
+
+| TTTO vixy&Tony's "Thirteen"
+| 
+| Well, we had a kid a while ago, he was so cute when he would play
+| Saw him growing up, so beutiful, we loved him more from day to day
+| But the years piled on, not one day missed him, and now I cannot still pretend
+| That kid has grown, he is no baby, he's now a teen at childhood's end
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| Please don't grow, a baby be
+| Oh kid, won't you take some pity on me
+| The devil himself couldn't cause more trouble
+| So how can you be so mean?
+| A teen, a teen, a teen, a teen
+| 
+| Oh, kid I can't tell where you're going, and you won't tell me where you've been
+| A few years ago you were just a baby, who said adulthood could come in
+| You disobey and you cause trouble, yet you still have on that cute grin
+| This ain't war, this ain't a battle, you won't lose and we can't win
+| 
+| [Chorus]
+| 
+| I've given up, do what you want to, I can't control you anymore
+| The leash is gone and you are free now, go forth now, the world explore
+| I've given you all that I could now, I hope that you won't let me down
+| But just remember this one thing now, you're still my kid, whenever I'm around
+| 
+| [Chorus]

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+A Vorpal Sword
+--------------
+
+| TTTO "Norwegian Wood (This Bird has Flown)" by The Beatles
+| 
+| I once had a sword, or should I say, it once had me
+| It would kill my foes, with well-placed blows, the battle flows
+| 
+| It made me bloodthirsty, and I started looking for fights
+| And I battled constantly, during the days and the nights
+| 
+| I felt so controlled, my soul I sold, or so I'm told
+| We killed left and right, for so it said, "It's time I fed"
+| 
+| It told me it owned me completely and started to laugh
+| It told me if I would oppose it, I'd be cut in half
+| 
+| And when I broke free, it did kill me, left just debris
+| So I went to hell, to you I tell, your soul don't sell