Tunes of Liberty: Freewill (Rush)

I’d like to start a mini-series of sorts dealing with one of the best ways to communicate a message:  music. The series will include songs that have been referenced by YAL in YAR as being freedom-based, but I will also be pulling other songs that have a specifically freedom-based or anti-statist/authoritarian message. I introduce to you Tunes of Liberty

Our first example will be Rush’s classic song, “Freewill”:

Rush is a perfect band for your classic message of liberty. Their song, written by their very own libertarian Neil Peart has many classic libertarian and objectivist themes in it, including (but not limited to!): personal responsibility, accountability, the importance of freewill (duh), and the vice of passing blame. All in all, it comes back to responsibility. The song also targets the great scapegoats of charity and religion. If you choose not to take a side in something, if you choose apathy, you still chose it, which means that you are still responsible for whatever happens.

Peart is a known fan of Ayn Rand and has written other well-known songs with Randian themes, including 2112, also featured in YAR as the second best liberty themed song.

Here are the lyrics to “Freewill,” which alone will show that the message of liberty resonates through this song:

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance take,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
“The stars aren’t aligned,
Or the gods are malign…”
Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose freewill.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren’t born in Lotusland.

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can’t pray for a place
In heaven’s unearthly estate.


Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet.


I do already have other songs in mind to feature here (some from the last issue of YAR, but most are not), but if you have one in mind, either comment on this with it or get a hold of me and I will feature it soon in the future! 

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