CARRY ON OLD DIRTY ICE

to the tune of "Carry on Our Wayward Son" by Kansas

lyrics by Erik Silvola (1989)

Chorus: Carry on Old Dirty Ice,

you'll drop till when you are done.

Lay your mixed-up load to rest.

Don't ya flow no more.

Break: Once ice flowed through a land of desolation,

but it got past a line of ablation.

Glaciers flowed ever southward,

but they went too far.

Though ice flowed it still was ablating.

Though it carried load its streams were aggrading,

building terraces ever higher

and carrying silt away.

Chorus: Carry on Old Dirty Ice,

you'll build moraines before you're through.

Lay your messed-up load to rest.

Don't ya flow no more.

Break: Masquerading as a grad with a thesis.

Mapping debris exactly as I see it.

And if I claim to know the sequence,

it surely means that its not clear.

Debris in ice in continual motion,

carried about as an agent of erosion.

Ice abraided ever southward,

but it felt the climate's change.

Chorus: Carry on Old Dirty Ice,

you'll be till when you are done.

Lay your mixed-up load to rest.

Don't ya flow no more.

Carry on Old Dirty Ice,

you'll build moraines before you're through.

Lay your messed-up load to rest.

Don't ya flow no more.