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Is there a recording online somewhere?

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Dennis Swaney wrote:

> Noah, based on Don McLean's lyrics
> <https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/donmclean/americanpie.html>, you need to
> separate the chorus from the first verse thusly:
> 
> 
> *Chorus: *Bye, bye, Newton Inc., Newton PIE.
> Drove down to Cupertino but the brain trust was dry.
> Yet loyal users look you straight in the eye
> Saying, "I'll use it 'till the day that it dies",
> "I'll use it 'till the day that it dies".
> 
> *Verse 1*
> Read Defying Gravity,
> Newtons are not Macs and not PCs.
> Do gut feelings tell you so?
> Now do you ignore opinion polls?
> Is your Newt wired to your soul?
> And can you take Rosetta being real slow?
> Well I saw the smile on your lips
> When up came a cool solar eclipse
> Your words spoke for us all,
> "Man, I'm havin' quite a ball!"
> I was disorganized, boy did that suck!
> Then my MessagePad got me unstuck
> But I knew I was out of luck
> The day that Newton died.
> 
> Sincerely,
> Dennis B. Swaney
> 
> "I think, therefore I Mac"
> 
> On Fri, Feb 9, 2018 at 12:29 PM, Noah Leon <moosefuel at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
>> I came across this great parody from ages ago, I guess about 2002, and I
>> was wondering two things, does anyone know Avi Drissman? And secondly does
>> anyone want to sign/play guitar this and record it to include in the film?
>> I was thinking of doing it myself but I don't know if I want to subject
>> anyone to that ;-)
>> 
>> The song (Newton PIE, to the tune of American Pie), credits below:
>> 
>> A long, long time ago,
>> I can still remember
>> How Apple used to make me smile.
>> And I knew if I gave them a chance
>> That they would make my Newton dance
>> Improve, enhance its elegance and style.
>> But February made me shiver
>> With every press release delivered.
>> Newton Inc. was gutted;
>> Newsgroups all were flooded.
>> I can't remember if I cried
>> When I saw the power Steve Jobs plied
>> And something touched me deep inside
>> The day that Newton died.
>> 
>> So,
>> 
>> Chorus:
>> Bye, bye, Newton Inc., Newton PIE.
>> Drove down to Cupertino but the brain trust was dry.
>> Yet loyal users look you straight in the eye
>> Saying, "I'll use it 'till the day that it dies",
>> "I'll use it 'till the day that it dies".
>> Read Defying Gravity,
>> Newtons are not Macs and not PCs.
>> Do gut feelings tell you so?
>> Now do you ignore opinion polls?
>> Is your Newt wired to your soul?
>> And can you take Rosetta being real slow?
>> Well I saw the smile on your lips
>> When up came a cool solar eclipse
>> Your words spoke for us all,
>> "Man, I'm havin' quite a ball!"
>> I was disorganized, boy did that suck!
>> Then my MessagePad got me unstuck
>> But I knew I was out of luck
>> The day that Newton died.
>> 
>> I started singin',
>> 
>> Chorus
>> 
>> Now for one year we've been on our own
>> And support from Apple is long gone,
>> But that's not how it used to be.
>> When Steve Jobs sang for Ellen and Gil
>> The whole Mac world seemed to stand still
>> And Newton Inc. was humming happily.
>> When losses hurt Amelio,
>> Jobs grabbed the title "CEO".
>> The board room was replaced;
>> Then Gil left in disgrace.
>> And while Steve did Newton Inc. un-spin,
>> He did his P.R. with a grin,
>> And we felt the RDF kick in
>> The day that Newton died.
>> 
>> We were singing,
>> 
>> Chorus
>> 
>> The Newton group was relaxing,
>> Development had been quite taxing;
>> The 2100 ready to go.
>> With Newton Inc.'s obvious fall,
>> They saw the writing on the wall,
>> That Steve Jobs at any time could blow.
>> When the CEO started talking trash,
>> Then engineers left in a flash.
>> We all could smell a rat,
>> But the RDF quelled that.
>> And as Apple offered more RAM room
>> We saw an awful future loom
>> Do you recall the sense of doom,
>> The day that Newton died?
>> 
>> We started singing,
>> 
>> Chorus
>> 
>> None of us felt quite the same
>> When the day we dreaded finally came.
>> We wished Newton to again rise.
>> So, come on Apple, come on Steve,
>> Grant Newton technology a reprieve
>> But we just saw its slow demise
>> And as I watched Steve take the stage
>> My hands were clenched in fists of rage
>> Critics they all applauded;
>> We felt we were defrauded.
>> And as Newton burned into the night--
>> Such pain in the MessagePad's sad plight--
>> I saw Steve Jobs laughing with delight
>> The day that Newton died.
>> 
>> He was singing,
>> 
>> Chorus
>> 
>> I wrote a guy who posted news
>> And I asked him for some happy views
>> But if he had he didn't say.
>> And I went down to the Newton Store
>> Where I'd bought accessories before
>> But the man there said, "We're closing; go away."
>> And in the streets the users screamed,
>> Devotees cried and programmers dreamed
>> But nothing really mattered
>> For the magic was all shattered.
>> And the engineers admired most,
>> The ones of Newton users' boasts,
>> They went to 3Com on the coast
>> The day that Newton died.
>> 
>> And they were singing,
>> 
>> Chorus
>> Sung to the tune of American Pie by Don McLean
>> Written by Avi Drissman
>> (with apologies to Don McLean)
>> with a little help from:
>> 
>> * jnk5y
>> * decay
>> * and the rest of the Newton Underground folks
>> 
>> This song is dedicated to all the Newton engineers who made the Newton what
>> it is. While Apple thinks they killed the Newton, every Newton user knows
>> that what matters is how their MP or eMate helped them keep their lives in
>> order and have some fun.
>> 
>> While the magic no longer has a corporate sponsor, the spirit of a
>> technology that had such an emphasis on the users lives on.
>> 
>> Thank you for the great ride.
>> 
>> --
>> Sent from Noah's Personal Gmail Account
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