Kłos [kwɔs] (German Kluß) is a village in the administrative district of Gmina Sianów, within Koszalin County, West Pomeranian Voivodeship, in north-western Poland. It lies approximately 2 kilometres (1 mi) south-west of Sianów, 8 km (5 mi) north-east of Koszalin, and 143 km (89 mi) north-east of the regional capital Szczecin.
Before 1945 the area was part of Germany. Following World War II the native German populace was expelled and replaced by Poles. For the history of the region, see History of Pomerania.
The village has a population of 220.
Coordinates: 54°13′14″N 16°16′22″E / 54.22056°N 16.27278°E / 54.22056; 16.27278
68K/OS was a computer operating system developed by GST Computer Systems for the Sinclair QL microcomputer.
It was commissioned by Sinclair Research in February 1983. However, after the official launch of the QL in January 1984, 68K/OS was rejected, and production QLs shipped with Sinclair's own Qdos operating system.
GST later released 68K/OS as an alternative to Qdos, in the form of an EPROM expansion card, and also planned to use it on single-board computers based on the QL's hardware.
The operating system was developed by Chris Scheybeler, Tim Ward, Howard Chalkley and others.
The few ROM cards that were made mean that surviving examples now fetch a high price: On Feb 04, 2010 one sold for £310 on eBay.
Dressed up and nowhere to go
I am looking for the mirror in the sky
Make me row my boat out to the sea
But they're knocking on my door again
Dressed up and nowhere to go
I am looking for the mirror in the sky
Make me row my boat out to the sea
But they're knocking on my door again
If I told you, you wouldn't believe it
Tonight, there's a roaring storm
Took some time for my eyes to reveal it
Now it seems that it won't go on
When I wake and I go to my closet
Find something fresh to wear
Hoping I open up the door now
Seems that the cupboard is bare
It's the same old soul, the same old song, the same old role
It's the same old soul, the same old song, the same old wrong
And now I'm taking time down the roadblocks
I can't stop, no, no, the same old song, yeah
Dressed up and nowhere to go
I am looking for the mirror in the sky
Make me row my boat out to the sea
But they're knocking on my door again
Dressed up and nowhere to go
I am looking for the mirror in the sky
Make me row my boat out to the sea
But they're knocking on my door again
Yo, I'm not a gangster, I'm not a beggar
I'm not a, I'm not a pimp, I'm not a prankster
I'm not an actor, not a fighter
I'm a just a man that makes the crowd push up your lighter
Been chopping down blocks
Things never stop, tick, tick, tock
And say, oh, the day we gon' lie
Listen to the radio, just fly
Freeze the frame, what's her name?
Play the game but got no fame
Freeze the frame, what's her name?
Play the game but got no fame
I'm all dressed up this evening with no real place to go
With all these human beings putting on a show
I'm all dressed up this evening with no real place to go