Thursday, July 03, 2003

Our love was like a dotcom

(A jazz ballad for the post-boom malaise.)

our love was like a dotcom
are you still interested,
have my options in you vested?

you vanished like a dotcom
where did all the magic go
on our way to IPO?

we . . . had a burn rate, baby, like a shooting star
ticker symbols in our eyes, glowing from afar

we . . . had a story the whole market loved to tell
till the day you laid me off and changed your URL

I'm sinking like a dotcom
there's no use in comin' round
this song is just my . . . 404 not found.

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