Saturday, July 03, 2004

The Lyricist sings of lost Google rank ... and the meaning of everything

"What's this got to do with

American Candidate?" you're wondering.

Open your eyes.

TECH NOTE: There is a strange problem with formatting on some computers. VERY Strange. Will try to resolve the problem. (FIXED.)


[SUNG TO THE MELODY OF "DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA"
FROM THE BROADWAY MUSICAL EVITA (Duh!)]


[EVITA/Lyricist]
The Google-bots aren't happy ... They think it's strange.

Now my site's lost one page of appeal --

just because of some simple adjustments I've done.

I fell off page ... one.

It's awful to slip from page one back to two.

Like going to work in the mines ...

when you are ... deposed by ... a coup.


"I had to let it happen ... I had to change."

Had to re-design something I feel

was not right for the next phase ... "The New" had begun.

The price of free-dom --

the cost of that setting up something brand new --

is making sure that you will fall

from Google ... "page one" ... back to two.


"Don't cry ... for" my lost ... pa-ti-na.

"The truth is" ... I knew ... the damage ...

the change of scen'ry ...

would do to "PageRank(TM)" --

search engine standing.

(A Google trademark.)


And so -- for this week (?) -- I've lost some ... fame.

Though in Yahoo! ... I've gained some ... instead --
(NOTE: Moved up from #8 to #6... Until I "undid" some site changes that had made Google unhappy... But that made Yahoo unhappy. A little. {smile} Such silliness.)

it's still Google ... that measures ... the meaning of all.

It's going pub-lic ...

and ev'ryone's buzzing ... about that event ..

that's coming sometime near the fall --

when Am-Can is hitting TV.


Don't cry ... for my ... lost pa-ti-na.

[EVITA BREAKS DOWN/TEARS ... THE CROWD CHEERS HER]

Don't cry ... for my ... lost pa-ti-na.

"The truth is ... the future's coming ...

Though Google hates it --

until we trick it.

We have the power

to trump what's over.

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AN 18.5 SECOND GAP {smile}
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[ARISTOCRATS/Power Class]
"Things have reached a pretty pass

when someone pretty low of class"

can to, our level, have aspired.


[EVITA/Lyricist]
But your stuck-in-the-past class is wiped. Look what is fading in now.


[THERE IS ONE SONG LEFT IN THE LYRICIST ...
FOR TOMORROW NIGHT]