T: What are you writing?
J: Alternative Lyrics to the "House of the Rising Sun".
T: Don't you have something better to do?
J: Probably.
There is a house down in the lane,they call the rising sun.It's been the ruin of many a poor lad,and, oh, I know I'm one.
There is a site out on the web,like the house of the rising sun.It's been the ruin of many a poor lad,and I know I have been one.
- There is a world out in the stacks,
- like the House of the Rising Sun.
- It's been the ruin of many a poor lad,
- and I know I was one.
- Oh, mothers, tell your children
- not to do what I have done,
- to waste your nights in pleasant miseries --
- to lose your dreams with the rising sun.
- My father was a preacher,
- he spoke of God's own Son.
- And I tried hard to run away
- with my back to the Risen One.
- He called me far across the sea
- to learn what He had won.
- I spent two years, being reborn
- in the Land of the Rising Sun.
- This world of man has many allures
- too many ways to have fun.
- I lost my way playing mathematical
- games 'til the rising sun.
T: Oh. What's the next stanza?
J: I'm working on it.
