Parody of "Turn the Page", by Bog Seger. I wrote this after a few words jumped into my head, and I thought about how the "rockstar" game programmer's life could be kind of like an actual rockstar's life.
Coder's Haze
On a multithreaded server, typing' all day long
You can listen to the cooling fans hummin' out their song
You can think about the program and the code you wrote the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wanderin' the way they always do
Your compiler's run for hours and there's nothin' more to do
And you don't feel like compilin', you just wish the build was through
Here I am
Setting modes again
There I am
Structing arrays
Here I go
Consting chars again
There I go
Coder's haze
As you log into the chat room feelin' burned out and alone
And you read the nasty comments, that you're never goin' gold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
Most times you can't read sarcasm, other times you can
All the same old lamers, throwin' bait to get you banned
And the mods don't ever help you, it just all gets out of hand
Here I am
Setting modes again
There I am
Structing arrays
Here I go
Consting chars again
There I go
Coder's haze
Back behind the keyboard, when you're typing fast away
All the functions and processes gettin' better every day
And the data flies rockets in the games you like to play
Later in the evening as you're feeling drained and dead
With the thoughts of structs and vectors still swimming in your head
You log off from the internet, making notes for what's ahead
Here I am
Setting modes again
There I am
Structing arrays
Here I go
Consting chars again
There I go
Coder's haze
Here I am
Setting modes again
There I am
Structing arrays, yeah
Here I go
Consting chars again
There I go
There I go
This has been a Phoenix Song Break.
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