When I was a teacher in Morocco, we used to teach the students songs on Fridays, and Bob Dylan was a perennial favorite. For example, "Blowing in the Wind" is rife with examples of the present continuous: "The answer is blowing in the wind." Naturally enough, the students would use phrases from the songs in their essays, so that the answers to questions sometimes came back as Dylanesque pastiches.
I was listening to Dylan this afternoon with the kids, while I was thinking about John Murtha, and the war, and how we seem to be right back where we started in 1965. It don't take a weather man to know which way the wind blows.