My boyfriend's friend is writing a book with what I think is a very catchy title: "Freedom is just a fart away." When I ever so uncharacteristically passed gas this morning, my daughter responded with: "Gross Mom!" and I answered her by telling her about the book title. She looked at me quizzically, and then giggled a little. Later in the day, she too broke wind, but instead of being embarrassed as she has been in the past, she recited the book title too: "Freedom is just a fart away," and snickered. I reckon this author is on to something with that theme of liberation. Even if the redemption of which he writes is a bit less complete than this beautiful Bob is wailing about, it's no less important:
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
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