SkeeK and Angel you have been formally asked to leave canada before you start badmouthing Paul Henderson and Tim Horton's.
hurry along now.
At the Hundredth
Meridian
Me debunk an American myth?
And take my life in my hands?
Where the great plains begin
At the hundreth meridian
Driving down a corduroy road,
weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting
Off in the distance
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 the road,
carrying a muddy, old skull.
The wires whistle their approval,
off down the distance.
At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin
I remember, I remember
Buffalo And I remember
Hengelo
It would seem to me I remember every
single fucking thing I know
If I die of vanity,
Promise me, promise me,
they bury me someplace I don't want to be,
you'll dig me up and transport me, Unceremoniously,
away from the swollen city-breeze,
Garbage-bag trees,
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 Where the great plains begin.
[This message has been edited by kobayashi (edited 12-14-2001).]
