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In Solar Time

In this episode - In Solar Time . . .

We are thrilled to present a unique surprise for this week's podcast. We have composed a special tribute to Cenergy's V-Team in the form of original lyrics to the iconic Beatles song "When I'm 64". 


One of Cenergy’s engineering team members is Vietnam’s Doan Vo (Dr. Vo). Dr. Vo - as we call him - is the team lead for Cenergy’s Electrical Engineering Operations. We want to thank the V-Team for their unwavering commitment and assistance to the US team. Your diligent efforts are truly appreciated.


In Solar Time


When I get older, losing my mind

many years from now.


Will you still be estimating power lines?

Calculating modules in Solar time.


If I'd been shocked at quarter to four

would you close the door (circuit)?

 

Will you still teach me? Will you still reach me?

When I'm eighty-four.


You'll be older too.

And if you say the word

I could just phone you.


I could be handy, changing the fuse.

When your power’s gone.

Calculating systems by the fireside.

Monday mornings, go for a ride.


Prepping the newbies, plantings some seeds

Who could ask for more?

 

Will you still teach me? Will you still reach me?

When I'm eighty-four.


You'll be older too.

And if you say the word

I could just phone you.


Send me an e-mail, or drop me a line!

Stating system size (kW-DC).


Indicate precisely what you mean to say!

Our nervous clients are calling today.


Give me your answer; draft me a layout.

Digital for evermore.


Will you still teach me? Will you still reach me?

When I'm eighty-four. Ooh!


I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. I'll see you in the next episode.

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