The Programmer

Again, not that original.



The Programmer



on a cold winter's evenin
on a red eye bound for nowhere
met up with th' programmer
we were both to cramped to sleep

so we took turns a starin
at the fat guy 'cross the ailse
till boredom overtook us
and we began to chat




she said son I've made my life
out of solving peoples problems
knowing how to model
the question in their hands

so if you don't mind me sayin
you're wasting all that hardware
for a taste of your Captain
I'll give you some advice




so i handed her the bottle
and she took it in one swallow
then she closed her notebook
and fumbled for the light

the cabin lights went dim
and her face was lost in shadow
said if your gonna hack the gibson
you gotta learn to hack it right




you gotta know how to dream it
know how to speak it
know how to write it out
and when its wrong, cause every

problem is a nail
when all you got's a hammer
you best spend your time a learnin
when the program's done




now A good coder knows
the secret to the writing
is knowing what to question
and learnin on your feet, cause every

language is a winner, and every
language is a loser
don't give In to The religion
its all turing com-plete




so when she'd finished talkin
she turned on her computer
rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and
forgot I was there

and somewhere in the darkness
the fat man started snoring
but in those final words I found
a method I could keep




you gotta know how to dream it
know how to speak it
know how to write it out
and when its wrong, cause

every problem is a nail
when all you got's a hammer
you best spend your time a learnin
when the program's done




#....then the plane landed in Chicago and we made out in a bar.