Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Carry On, My Wayward Son
For some reason, this post at Covered In Oil made me think of the old Kansas classic. Anyway, go there, and add your own haiku or limerick.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed around I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed around I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
# posted by andy grabia @ 12:32 am 
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Classic! Time to go go dig up the Kansas. I can admit that on the internet, but no one in my personal life can ever know.
Between "Old School" and "Guitar Hero 2", we might see a bit of a Kansas popularity spike among current generation youth/college folk.
At least that's how I got onto them :)
Between "Old School" and "Guitar Hero 2", we might see a bit of a Kansas popularity spike among current generation youth/college folk.
Their parents are obviously raising them wrong. They should have heard of Kansas by age 5.
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Classic! Time to go go dig up the Kansas. I can admit that on the internet, but no one in my personal life can ever know.
Between "Old School" and "Guitar Hero 2", we might see a bit of a Kansas popularity spike among current generation youth/college folk.
At least that's how I got onto them :)
Between "Old School" and "Guitar Hero 2", we might see a bit of a Kansas popularity spike among current generation youth/college folk.
Their parents are obviously raising them wrong. They should have heard of Kansas by age 5.
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