From: David Ferguson Subject: [I] post-Y2K filk Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Date: 2000/01/10 Hokay, this was supposed to be a light hearted reflection on the non event which was the Y2K problem, but somewhere along the way it got a little bleak, probably influenced by the original lyrics . Ummm. To Del Amtri's "Nothing Ever Happens". _Nothing Even Happened_ Pundits predicted that business would end up closed data would vanish, and all of the records might go planes wouldn't be safe to fly and at every millennium bash bystanders cheerfully knocked back a drink as they waited for systems to crash And they'll all be working tonight, but will they tomorrow? We switched of our PCs, don't know if they'll work anymore, Will traffic lights break down, will our cars all still go? Would all of the banks be offline Could we still depend on our wage? While prophets predicted the end of the world Or the dawning of some great new age. But nothing really happened, nothing happened at all The clocks rolled over to zero OK And we all carry on like before And they'll all be working tonight and working tomorrow Computers still work, and everything seems to be fine We can still log-on, make money and play games on-line. The world didn't end, Christ didn't return Ragnarok has not begun. & the New World in which we all find ourselves living looks very much like the old one. But nothing really happened, nothing happened at all The clocks rolled over to zero OK And we all carry on like before And we'll all be empty tonight, and empty tomorrow. Pundits agree that the fireworks looked really neat While millions of people are lost and alone, and children still starve on the streets. But all our computers still work And we're still all getting our pay And nothing unbalanced our neat little lives So I guess everything is OK. But nothing really happened, nothing happened at all The clocks rolled over to zero OK And we all carry on like before. And nothing ever changes, nothing changes at all But as long as it doesn't intrude on our lives Then we'll all carry on like before. And we'll all be lonely tonight, and lonely tomorrow.