"this is called at the hundredth meridian
where the real humour begins
where the real funny stuff
get set y'all!
isn't that right?
look out paul!
got some trouble drivin' with the left hand
got the right hand, can't use the shotgun
gotta use a revolver and i shoot over passengers
paul sits in the back seat now
there's no point in duckin' to get out of the way no how"
me debunk a freudian myth
take my life in my hands
where the great plains begin
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
drivin' down a corduroy road
weeds standin' shoulder high
ferris wheel is rusting
off in the distance
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
left alone to get gigantic
hard huge and haunted
a generation so much dumber than its parents
came crashing through the window
a raven strains along the line of a road
carryin' a muddy old skull
the wires sizzled their approval
off in the distance
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
i remember
i remember buffalo
i remember hengelo
it would seem to me
i remember every single fuckin' thing i know
"had a score to settle
had a score to settle when i was in town
i had to take somebody down
it's a business thing
you wouldn't understand
it was a business thing
i had to take him out!
in the footings
where they sunk the causeway
in the wet cement
you'll find my undoing
you'll find my death sentence
i thought i planned it real good
i planned it out in advance
if they wanna catch me
they'll have to walk a mile in my pants
at the moment, i don't think anyone's kind enough to do that
it was a perfect plan
until i told all of you
now you understand
if you do, don't say anything at all!
okay
alright
it's too hot to sleep
let's gather round the fan
we can't do nothin' 'bout the heat
let's just do what we can
and everything'll be just fine
just dream of the lofty pines
well i dreamed of the lofty pines
at least what i thought they were
and now i'm in the forest and it's night time
they're swaying so cool and so sure
sure
sure has never been so wrong
sure
sure is the title of this perfect song.
i gave the editor my pitch
a series on our cultural wealth
it's called 'the error of catalogues and lists'
or you can call it 'why we fight ourselves'
if only we had nothing to say
if only we'd done nothin' that day
steve yzerman said that...
now comes the spectacular part
just then a pack of matches fell
what do you think it said on the back?
they're from the lofty pines motel
see, all the while, our dreams were our own
all the while i thought that meant all alone
we can't do nothin' bout the heat
she said in her manhattan french
she said i was born for the heat
too warm and intense
and everything will be just fine
just dream of the lofty pines
i've taken up way too much of your time
with thoughts of the lofty pines
but that's my new alias
i'm gonna take up a new name, tonight
lofty
paging mr. lofty pines
that makes you all friends of mine."
if i die of vanity
promise me promise me
if they bury me someplace i don't wanna be
you'll dig me up and transport me
unceremoniously away from
the swollen city breeze
garbage-bag trees
the whispers of disease
and the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly, sadly and properly
get ry cooder to sing my eulogy
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
everything in the ""s was all improvised.
gord downie is a fucking genius.
