[Intro]
[sparse guitar, low modular hum]
The cursor blinks in /etc/
Something I'm half-asleep building
The hieroglyphic prayer of the config file
[Verse 1]
I broke the listener, I broke the redirect
The fence I almost tore down — let it stand
Until I knew the why of every wire
The terror of brackets, the hush of indents
[bass enters]
And the test comes back: syntax is ok
And the test comes back: configuration test successful
[Chorus]
git push origin master
the faint visions becoming real
git push origin master
something I can almost feel
the dream rides on the daemon's back
the song rides on the green checkmark
git push origin master
[Verse 2]
I keep a record of the keeping of records
A repo for the repos, a man for the man pages
Is this the work, or am I just dodging?
The compost of myself I'm still composting
[modular pad, warmer]
And the test comes back: configuration test successful
[Chorus]
git push origin master
the faint visions becoming real
git push origin master
something I can almost feel
the dream rides on the daemon's back
the song rides on the green checkmark
git push origin master
[Bridge]
[half time, drums drop]
There's a fence I won't tear down yet
There's a thing I won't yet build
Between the dry and the dream
the current finds its bed
Between the daemon and the song
the same hand at the keys
[Instrumental Break]
[modular synth, distant choir hum, frame drum heartbeat]
[Verse 3]
[full band returns]
Lounge chair, lap of the world, voice in the air
What I could not say, I could not see
What I could not see, I could not be
Now the config knows my hand
Now the hand knows what to make
The master, and the branch, and the green checkmark
[Final Chorus]
git push origin master
the faint visions made real
git push origin master
the small triumph turning real
the dream rides on the daemon's back
the song rides on the green checkmark
git push origin master
[Outro]
[Spoken Word, distant, with reverb]
Configuration test successful.
Connection closed.
Master, set up to track origin/master.
[Fade Out]