Last year, I wrote a series of songs (and I use that term lightly) to celebrate the upcoming ARMA International Conference. This year, I can't join you at ARMA, and I'm singing the blues.
The Disposition Blues
My baby posts on FacebookI follow every tweetBut he's creatin' recordsThat I cannot deleteI got the bluesI got the disposition bluesMy baby, he buys storageBy the terabyteHe says they'll last foreverBut you know that just ain't rightI got the bluesI got them disposition bluesThe server's in Kansas CityNot one paper file at homeNow my baby's down on Beale StreetDoin' work from his iPhoneI got the bluesGot them disposition bluesI built my world on paperI know I was too proudAnd now my baby left meStores his data in the cloudI got the bluesI got them disposition bluesMy baby wanted freedomI laughed at what he saidI locked down the networkNow he's with Google Docs insteadAnd I got the bluesGot them disposition bluesMy baby don't read no file plansHe says they're out of dateHe deleted files in MemphisNow the judge say he spoliateI got the bluesI got the disposition bluesI can drown my sorrows with whiskeyYou know that ain't just talkBut I can't keep printin' e-mailAnd waking up in a Hollinger boxI got the bluesGot the disposition bluesSister, hear my warningPay attention to Web 2.0Before her siren song takes your babyAnd you got no more place to goI got the bluesI got them disposition blues
Don't you be singin' the disposition blues, y'all. Learn lots at ARMA, and let your brothers and sisters in file joints across the country keep up with you on Twitter. We'll be watching for you. (What's the official ARMA 2009 hashtag? Anyone know?)
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