Caveat: That smell is freedom

Jeffrey Goldberg (of The Atlantic's Goldblog fame) Palinesquely channels Longfellow on the subject of Paul Revere.  Brilliant.  If you've been following the Palin-on-Paul-Revere controversy, it's quite hilarious.  An excerpt:

[broken link! FIXME] Images LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear  
Of the early evening ride of Paul Revere,  
On the twentieth, or twenty-first, of May, or possibly June, in Seventy-six, or maybe Seventy-seven;  
Hardly a man is now alive  
Who refudiates that famous day and year.

Then I will ride a Harley, that I was pulling on a trailer behind the bus, and spread the alarm,
Man, I love the smell of that emissions
That smell is freedom, carried by horse,
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
Not horse emissions, chopper emissions.
But horse emissions are very patriotic.
And I will warn the British that the British are coming.
Which should confuse them very much.

Caveat: I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts

I have just recently discovered the musical oeuvre of Bill Callahan (also formerly performing under the name Smog).  Recently released album:  Apocalypse.  Track: "Drover."  Lyrics (poetry):

The real people went away
But I'll find a better word, someday
Leaving only me and my dreams
My cattle and a resonator

I drove all the beast down right under your nose
The lumbering footloose power
The bull and the rose
Don't touch them don't try to hurt them
My cattle

I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost
I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts
And I set my watch against the city clock
It was way off

Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind

And anything less, anything less
Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time

But the pain and frustration, is not mine
It belongs to the cattle, through the valley

And when my cattle turns on me
I was knocked back flat
I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track
Then I rose a colossal hand buried, buried in sand
I rose like a drover
For I am in the end a drover
A drover by trade
When my cattle turns on me
I am a drover, double fold

My cattle bears it all away for me and everyone
One, one, one, one, one, one …

Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
And anything less, anything less
Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time

The song:

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