Carry On, My Growing Son

kansas style, 126 BPM, late 1970s progressive rock, analog studio production; dual male lead vocals, soaring high rock tenor alternating with warm gritty rock baritone, massive six-part stacked sibling vocal harmonies, crystal-clear vocal enunciation, upfront dry vocal mix; prominent acoustic violin lead and solos, warm rotary Leslie Hammond B3 organ, articulate acoustic grand piano, crunchy overdriven guitars, melodic Rickenbacker bass, punchy wooden studio drums; wide dynamic stereo soundstage, open low-mids, no clipping, stable mix balance through the fading piano outro, ‑female vocals, ‑electronic drums, ‑boxy drums, ‑harsh cymbal fizz, ‑audible clipping, ‑digital distortion, ‑muddy low-end, ‑buried vocals, ‑distant choir, ‑lo-fi, ‑noise, ‑hiss, ‑autotune, ‑rap, ‑muffled sound, ‑washed out reverb

🎵 Carry On, My Growing Son is a song about watching your child grow and realizing how quickly time slips away.

It’s a father’s message to his son: a mix of pride, love, nostalgia and the fear of one day having to let him walk his own road. ❤️

The years pass, the world changes, but one promise remains: wherever life takes him, his father will always be there. 🌅👨‍👦🎸

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Carry on, my growing son,
For you a new life has begun.
Don't you fear what lies ahead,
Just remember what I said.

Five years have passed, a flash of golden light,
You were just a child, holding my hand so tight.
I watched you learn your letters, watched you learn to dream,
It feels just like yesterday, a swift and flowing stream.
Now you stand up taller, with a new fire in your eyes,
And you're ready for the world, beneath those bigger skies.

I see the man you're starting now to be,
And though it scares me, son, it also sets me free.

Carry on, my growing son,
For you a new life has begun.
There'll be trials when you are grown,
On this road you'll walk alone.
Just lay your weary head to rest,
You'll always be my very best.
Don't you cry, no, not at all.
(And I'll be there to catch your fall.)

Those five short years, they felt like just five days,
Lost inside this modern, frantic, hurried maze.
I wish that I could slow it down, this world of racing speed,
Of empty numbers one, and ever-growing greed.
But you have got a spirit, that's beautiful and true,
Just promise that you'll always, always be just you.

Though my eyes can't see the future, I was also once a boy,
My mind recalls the wonder, my heart recalls the joy.
I hear the voices calling, from when I used to dream,
And I can hear them saying... son, you're a mighty stream.

CARRY ON, MY GROWING SON!
(Carry on!)
A NEW LIFE HAS BEGUN!
There'll be trials when you are grown, but you'll never be alone!
So lay your weary head to rest, and put your heart right to the test!
DON'T YOU CRY, NO, NOT AT ALL!

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🎵 Carry On, My Growing Son is a song about watching your child grow and realizing how quickly time slips away. It’s a father’s message to his son: a mix of pride, love, nostalgia and the fear of one day having to let him walk his own road. ❤️ The years pass, the world changes, but one promise remains: wherever life takes him, his father will always be there. 🌅👨‍👦🎸 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carry on, my growing son, For you a new life has begun. Don't you fear what lies ahead, Just remember what I said. Five years have passed, a flash of golden light, You were just a child, holding my hand so tight. I watched you learn your letters, watched you learn to dream, It feels just like yesterday, a swift and flowing stream. Now you stand up taller, with a new fire in your eyes, And you're ready for the world, beneath those bigger skies. I see the man you're starting now to be, And though it scares me, son, it also sets me free. Carry on, my growing son, For you a new life has begun. There'll be trials when you are grown, On this road you'll walk alone. Just lay your weary head to rest, You'll always be my very best. Don't you cry, no, not at all. (And I'll be there to catch your fall.) Those five short years, they felt like just five days, Lost inside this modern, frantic, hurried maze. I wish that I could slow it down, this world of racing speed, Of empty numbers one, and ever-growing greed. But you have got a spirit, that's beautiful and true, Just promise that you'll always, always be just you. Carry on, my growing son, For you a new life has begun. There'll be trials when you are grown, On this road you'll walk alone. Just lay your weary head to rest, You'll always be my very best. Don't you cry, no, not at all. (And I'll be there to catch your fall.) Though my eyes can't see the future, I was also once a boy, My mind recalls the wonder, my heart recalls the joy. I hear the voices calling, from when I used to dream, And I can hear them saying... son, you're a mighty stream. CARRY ON, MY GROWING SON! (Carry on!) A NEW LIFE HAS BEGUN! There'll be trials when you are grown, but you'll never be alone! So lay your weary head to rest, and put your heart right to the test! DON'T YOU CRY, NO, NOT AT ALL!

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