The Excellon format is widely used to drive CNC drilling and routing machines in printed circuit board (PCB) manufacturing. It is a variant of the EIA RS-274-C standard.
Below is a sample file:
The name Excellon format is derived from the Excellon Automation Company, which was market leader in PCB drilling and routing machines during the 1980s, and whose proprietary format became widely used.
The IPC organization defined the IPC-NC-349 format as standard NC format. It is similar to the Excellon format.
The Excellon format was designed for and is primarily used to drive CNC drill and route machines. It is suitable for that task as it can specify machine specific information such drill feed and speed.
The Excellon format is also used to transfer design information from CAD to CAM. It is not adequate for that task: essential information such as plating and drill span is missing. Furthermore, the Excellon output in CAD systems is often poorly implemented, resulting in poor registration between drill holes and copper layers and other problems. For data exchange between CAD/CAM systems it is more practical to describe the drill data in Gerber format as the quality of the Gerber file output software is usually better and Gerber supports attributes to transfer meta-information such as which are the via holes.
In his sign
You will see these golden letters
Make sure that no one enters
My mighty high house
During the years
Every desire slowly walked in
Decorated walls are talking
Of riches and fame
And now he can tell
When your heart is made out of gold
It's going to weigh like hell
Ever wonder if all was worthwhile?
Seen through the haze?
You never found
Pockets in the shroud
Hear the thunder and brimstone raining
The rats in the race
They never found
Pockets in the shroud
What is left
Not so much of children's stories
But a basement full of worries
Deep underground
Once long ago
All the crossing roads were still there
When your hair has long since turned silver
There is no return
Who would have believed
A fool had built a house out of
The years he left unlived
Sky is coming down
Lightshow and the bitter rain
Echoing sound of pairs of boots
They are walking up a hill
On the borderlines of sleep
On such a day