Why, that's "Eskimo Blue Day"!
You call it loud
But the human crowd
Doesn't mean shit to a tree.
—from Jefferson Airplane's exhilarating (if perhaps not artistically first-rate and, in the edition I have, at any rate, atrociously engineered CD) 1969 album
Volunteers. (For what it's worth I count
After Bathing at Baxters their masterpiece: the best and most authentic acid album of all times. Er, I rely on the testimony of my cousin Ernie, of course, in asserting this.)
I must say, though, that the anarchistic smash-the-state sentiments running through the work were a lot more exhilarating when I heard them ringing from the left in my late teens than they were a quarter of a century later coming from the Montana Militia and their various fellow travelers.
cordially,
Oh, and Norm—now that we've seen you in your insult-and-invective mode I exhort you, as a friend, not to quit your day job in the unlikely event you ever secure one. Your particular gifts, assuming these exist, do not include the ability to compose and convey devastating ripostes.
[edit: typo]
Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.