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 On behalf of Mr. Bachler, I submit this filk of Atlas Shrugged. For those not familiar, "filk" is a form of satire where the lyrics to a song are replaced -- in this case, quite cleverly. To the tune of 'The Boxer' by Simon and Garfunkel. Oh, my name is Dagny Taggart, And I run a railway line; Taggart Transcontinental, On the Rio Norte line, Through Colorado; Once Frisco's best- But the man's become a playboy, And I am not impressed. It seems everyone who's intelligent, Has vanished clean away; With the help of Rearden Metal, I'm fixing up my railway business, Well-prepared. And I'll go, Finding out a hidden motor, Where did its inventor go? "Who is John Galt?" There's someone who must know. A is A! A is A is A is A! A is A! A is A is A is A is A is A! Under Socialist outrages, Hank is sold out by my bro' To give up his metal After all these crazy laws, Against free thinking. I do declare, I was scared of losing Daniels, So I followed who-knows-where. A is A! A is A is A is A! A is A! A is A is A is A is A is A! In a valley of industrialists, Everyone is on a strike, Of the mind. Where the socialist looters aren't bleeding them I'm leaving them, going home. I'm in love with the destroyer, John Galt, the hero's name; Those who were the world's supporters, Like Atlas, shrug, and lay it down; The looters, to him, cry out, In their weakness and their shame, But we are leaving, we are leaving. To Galt's Gulch to remain... A is A! A is A is A is A! A is A! A is A is A is A is A is A! (Source: http://www.thegeekhost.com/helenne/filk/atlasshrugged.html) | ||||
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