MS-DOS ( /ˌɛmɛsˈdɒs/ EM-es-DOSS; short for Microsoft Disk Operating System) is an operating system for x86-based personal computers. It was the most commonly used member of the DOS family of operating systems, and was the main operating system for IBM PC compatible personal computers during the 1980s to the mid 1990s, until it was gradually superseded by operating systems offering a graphical user interface (GUI), in particular by various generations of the Microsoft Windows operating system.
MS-DOS grew from a 1981 request by IBM for an operating system for its IBM PC range of personal computers. Microsoft quickly bought the rights to QDOS (Quick and Dirty Operating System), also known as 86-DOS, from Seattle Computer Products, and began work on modifying it to meet IBM's specification. The first edition, MS-DOS 1.0, was launched in 1982. The version shipped with IBM's PCs was called PC DOS. Although MS-DOS and PC DOS were initially developed in parallel by Microsoft and IBM, the two products eventually went their separate ways.
My dearest Miss Patsy, I?m writing to say
That I?m sorry to not be in touch
It?s been quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed
Too far, or too long, or too much
Miss Patsy, forgive all the choices I made
I?ve been fighting shadows on the wrong crusade
Looking for ghosts in a penny arcade
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home?
They held me to ransom back there in the foothills
And nobody stumped up a bean
Not Swifty, nor Eddie, came up with the ready
It can make you think people plain mean
I?ve been hanging out with some virtuous people
They emptied my bank account twice
They gave me self-confidence, even some clothes
And a truckload of love and advice
When they gave out the cyanide pills with a wink
And said, "Wait for the word, any day now, we think"
I knew it was time to pull back from the brink
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Miss Patsy, won?t you carry me home?
Miss Patsy, I looked at myself in the mirror
Decided I needed some work
Got me a nose job, a shave and a haircut
To drive all them ladies berserk
But the arm 'round my waist was a man in dark blue
He said, "Ain?t you him? We?ve been looking for you"
Now I?m sharing a cell with a holy kung fu
Miss Patsy, no more will I roam
Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need.
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening.
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
Life inside the biosphere, dodecahedron fever's here.
Sporting scarlet letters of genetic imperfection, dear.
Love child in the reeds. Take a sample for the breed.
Should have left him in the stream. Cooing at the smitten queen.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
Slowly, broken windows returning to the sand
The economic factors are no longer relevant.
That empty city sound is so frightening.
Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
Have I ever told you what I feel?
About what's to come and why we live
Ever since I was a little kid
I've been cautious and I've sealed my lips
But then I found this the book inside a drawer
A girl treasuring thoughts
Here's what I wrote:
That one day, we will fly
Together in a baron's balloon
Straight up into the air
And when er have arrived
We'll take a little picnic on the moon
And watch the earth below
I'm lost again
Needing a friend
Cause I'm so alone
For the last time the sun is rising
I have a feeling
It's time we talk about it
Cause I'm still on my own
I'm so alone
Mass medias, news` broadcasts
Show people dieing, murders
Six billions start to not to care
Some hundreds suffering everywhere
Mass radios go further
Democracy but censure
Six billions won`t care next time
Human ethics- what they define
One theme`s on air
Love, friends – casual things
Soon you won`t care
What it really means
Show will never gonna stop
Consuming all we got
To realise a happy ending
Beauty love- the usual base
Ignorance- what it makes
To realise a happy ending
Now magazines and journals-
Sex, weather news and scandals-
Use all to feed our grey crowd
Entertainment? Everything`s allowed?
Now standing in front of changes
We`re not our own life rangers
Packed shit called truth they bring us
Reel in the deciders
Beat them senseless with blunt devices
Clubs, logs, pool cues
Sit down and breathe in, breathe out
We'll make a choice within a week
Take you out to takeaway
Best you don't forget hair, lips, makeup
hair, lips, makeup
Nothing ever really changes
Nothing's ever really gone or really here
Nothing ever changes really
Lay down and wait for it
My eyes to see
Making a disaster
Tears augment inertia, start the
Taste, rinse, spit out
Sit down and breathe in, breathe out
We'll make a choice within a week
Take you out to takeaway
Best you don't forget hair, lips, makeup
hair, lips, makeup
Nothing ever really changes
Nothing's ever really gone nor really here
Nothing ever changes really
Lay down and wait for it