Words: Bridget Spitznagel
Music: Women & Men, They Might Be Giants
When your brain turns into oatmeal And your code has run aground Home's where you know you should be found Now there's nothing unexpected 'Bout the caffeine giving out <Yawn>'s not a word you have to shout But there's something outside the window Moving past the horizon Now things are casting shadows Making as if to say All-nighter-hell Sunrise with its messages of pain And suddenly you know bugs will grow When you see the spreading ``rosy fingers'' Of the dawn, it's time to go Sunlight through the slitted window Will now begin to pour Out 'cross the floor and to the door Two by two the coke cans pile up, And soon they number more Three by three as well as four by four Now the sound of people gets louder Seeping in through the headphones See them out in the hallway It's more than you can bear All-nighter-hell
Background: "In tribute to an undergrad compiler class long, long ago in an institute far, far away."
Pulling an all-nighter: staying up all night, usually for academic reasons; at times, a painful necessity.
The moment when I looked up from the screen and saw the venetian blinds just beginning to glow generally sank my spirits like a leaden weight. In this moment one realizes with dread how truly late it is, and particularly that one is not going to get a nap in before classes.
I have a suspicion that only I can actually get this song to scan.
Legal frufru: Lyrics © 1996, Bridget Spitznagel. Permission granted for private noncommercial use and reproduction of these lyrics, provided that this copyright notice remains intact. Other uses are negotiable.