Interglacial Blues

(To the tune of "Folson Prison Blues," Johnny Cash)

Anders Carlson

2/2/01 from fall field trip, October 2000

I here the glacier coming

It's coming round the bend

But I ain't seen no dryas

Since I don't know when

I'm stuck in interglacial

And time keeps dragging on

When I hear the ice a cracking

I hang my head and cry

When I was just a baby

My momma told me "son

Your gonna study glaciers

Don't ever play with estimations"

But I questioned a man at GSA

Just to put him down

When I hear the glacier calving

My paper work makes me frown

I bet there's a glaciologist

Sittin on the ice

I bet he's drillin cores

And looking at a cross sectional slice

I know I had it coming

I know I can't be free

And all this paper work

Is what tortures me

If they freed from this office

If that super cub was mine

Bet I'd fly on down

To a glacier flow line

Far from office politics

That's where I want to stay

And I'd let that glacier terminus

Wash my blues away

Soo eeey