Tracing

Lyrics by Arthur Schram, music by Ian Bagley, ©Copyright 1996, The TI-82's
When you feel confined within imaginary lines
When badly lighted rooms are all you know.
Plug in your favourite function, some recurring combination.
Press the arrow of your choice and off you go.

Launch into pixel galaxies, convexities concavities,
Let the rise over the run do what it will,--oh
Skip in every direction, and whizz through points of inflection,
In short forget your woes, and let if flow.

And if you feel transported from the brick walls of your woes
The soothing lines and curves are all you see
If mere decimal places seem like lush wide open spaces,
Then pick up your 82 and sing with me.

Tracing, oh when I'm tracing,
It makes me happy, and it sends me to some other kingdom,
When I trace a graph, I am out at sea,
And I smile because I know that's where I want to be.

Tracing, oh when I'm tracing,
It's a battery powered trip across the axes of my mind
I Let the function fly, where it wants to take me
And soon I'm spinning, dodging, soaring, bending, on and on.

Tracing, oh when I'm tracing,
I sense my spirit roam away and walk through velvet mountains.
My zoom box dissolves, leaving open water,
And the gods on Mount Olympus envy me.

If you sense a feeling of revival and rebirth,
Your sorrow and depression are no more.
Relax with inequalities, eradicate your vanities,
Let micro-chips unleash their mighty roar.

The power of the moment has fully swept me away,
It governed me as if it was my wife.
I have nothing left to say, I'm hard pressed to express my way,
Of finding out the meaning of my life

Just Breathe in the emotion, of the magic grey machine,
Feel the love and sense it ebb and flow.
I find no inspiration, no binary information,
So tracing etcetera is all I know.