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Ballad of Linus Torvalds
(Words: Nicholas Currie)
Linus Gutenberg starts inking, the type used for printing
And the books that he prints
Will get people thinking
Linus Luther, in the little room he sat in,
Starts to imagine a bible, not in latin
But the language we swear in, and eat in, and chat in
Itīs like this that it happens
Like this that we see
Big changes throughout human history
Not by some powerful dictatorīs decree
But by tiny incremental degrees
Mr. Linus goes to Washington, to speak about praxis
Gradual change, the little man and universal access
Linus against Goliath, with nothing else to fill
But sling a little stone in the face of big Bill
Blind Linus Jeffersonīs guitar strings are loose
And it changes the way the world plays the blues
Itīs like this that it happens
Like this that we see
Big changes throughout human history
Not by some powerful dictatorīs decree
But by tiny incremental degrees
Like a butterfly in Helsinki, fluttering its wings
Producing hammerhead storm clouds over Beijing
When hermit-like programmers become a community
And information achieves its manifest destiny to be free
Itīs like this that it happens
Like this that we see
Big changes throughout human history
Not by some powerful dictatorīs decree
But by tiny incremental degrees
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