Sure, we all knew that we were being exposed to dangerous philosophical realities at far too young an age. What we didn’t expect was the longitudinal cultural consequences: a multi-decade backlash of relatively meaningless and inane lyrics and complete devolution of the concept of melody. Don’t get me wrong; anthems like “I Walk Alone” from Green Day, “Nothing Else Matters” from Metallica, “In the End” from Linkin Park and many others in the past 10 years surely stand out from the crowd; however, the fraction of progressive and thoughtful music production plummeted from about 1985 to 2005. Hopefully, with the growing prevalence and democratization of music enabled by the web, we’ll see a renaissance of unique and clueful artistic expression of all kinds.
Refrain:
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
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 dreaming
I can hear them say
Refrain.
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
Refrain.
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
But surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry (don’t you cry no more)




