Check RESERVED Words
There are Clarion reserved words. There are standard SQL reserved words. Every specific SQL vendor has their own unique SQL backend engine implementation of reserved words. Periodically, the ANSI SQL standards get updated with new features that create new reserved words. Then the vendors do the same when they add their own unique features.
These reserved names may cause conflicts in Clarion dictionary names when they match reserved words.
This template checks the reserved names against the Clarion dictionary names and leys you know about possible conflicts. There are options that will create external names for the SQL DDL table create script that will minimize these conflicts for each vendor's backend SQL engine.
[Intro]
(Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?)
[Verse 1]
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me
No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody
Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it like a pickpocket
You had the mic, now you can't drop it
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down
[Chorus]
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
[Verse 2]
I think I’m up for the challenge
To show I got me some mileage
I bought a car and a cottage
I got 'Suzanne' in my baggage
Got a list in my bucket
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
I fit in any socket
Close the door, I'ma knock it
I got my ticket, I'ma flee
Selling overseas
I just blink and get a fee
Watch out, whatcha think of me?
[Chorus]
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
[Verse 3]
Lately, I got ceilings, but I burn in the sun
I never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun
I got mortal friends, I’m dead as they come
Like, hey, I’m on the way
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
When we crash, I hit the ER
This is a thriller, I did it for the PR
I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there’s a
D'animal Pack in the back of the fridge
I go pack it up, might triple attack
And battery acid, my stacks in the cab
Menagerie cracked, and my doggies run packs
I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up
[Chorus]
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing)
But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads
End of the Road - Noga Erez