Everybody but Clinton seems to adore Canadian Railroad Trilogy. Thirty five years ago I was in awe of this song but now I'm not so sure. First off, there's some kinda bad poetry in there: wild majestic mountains, song of the future, teardrops and toil. But my main problem with CRT is the central thesis--that the impact of industrial capitalism on this fair land is something to be celebrated rather than deplored. The green dark forests were plenty real, and full of sound for those with ears to hear, even before we white men arrived with our vaunted wheels. If I were king, every time they played CRT they'd also have to play, for instance, Buffy St. Marie's Now That The Buffalo's Gone. CRT is still an amazing, moving composition, but it's a case of the whole being greater than the sum of the parts.