Kansas. carry on Wayward son. 1976 live recording

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

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

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 About 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
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
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
There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Don't You Cry No More

Faithless. Bombs

Muy, muy bueno. En breve, vuelvo al "trabajo". Han sido dos semanas peculiares, cuando menos, en que una gripe mal curada se coaligó con unos cuantos proyectos pendientes de consumación y cierre, y con un pico de trabajo, para apurar una temporada compleja. Añádase una dosis de incertidumbre existencial del modelo "punto de inflexión o no", y el guarismo que sale asusta o, cuando menos, inquieta. Hasta muy pronto, señores