Neil Peart (Rush) – Dystopian Poet


An outstanding song from Rush’s career peak period. As lyricist Neil Peart explains, the song takes place in a dystopian future where cars are illegal. The narrator visits his aged uncle in the countryside who has been hiding a sports car in his barn, and the two take an exhilarating ride in the mountains.
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I’ve got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside

Abraham, Our Father in Faith

Looking ahead to next Sunday’s readings:

All of salvation history begins with Abraham’s faith, his willingness to trust God enough to obey his word. Because of that faith, a blessing of righteousness is given to the nations through his offspring Isaac, who is a type and shadow of Jesus, God’s own only begotten son.

Genesis 12:1-4

The LORD said to Abram:
“Go forth from the land of your kinsfolk
and from your father’s house to a land that I will show you.

“I will make of you a great nation,
and I will bless you;
I will make your name great,
so that you will be a blessing.
I will bless those who bless you
and curse those who curse you.
All the communities of the earth
shall find blessing in you.”

Abram went as the LORD directed him.

Declaration Era – Franklin

I am enjoying a satirical essay by Benjamin Franklin in my Founding America anthology. What a hoot! It is called “Rules by Which a Great Empire May Be Reduced to a Small One” (1773). Franklin gives mock advice to members of the British parliament on how to further alienate and agitate the American colonists. For example, he recommends:

However peaceably your colonies have submitted to your government, shown their affection to your interest, and patiently borne their grievances, you are to suppose them always inclined to revolt, and treat them accordingly. Quarter troops among them, who by their insolence may provoke the rising of mobs, and by their bullets and bayonets suppress them. By this means, like the husband who uses his wife ill from suspicion, you may in time convert your suspicions into realities.