At The Hundredth Meridian - Remix
me dubunk an american myth?
and take my life in my hands?
where the great plains begin
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
driving down a corduroy road
weeds standing shoulder high
ferris wheel is rusty, 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 the road
carrying a muddy old skull
the wires whistle their approval
off down 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
and i remeber Angelo, oh
it would seem to me
i remember every single fucking thing i know
if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me
to bury me someplace i dont want to be
you'll dig me up and transport me
unceremoniously
away from the swollen city-breeze,
garbage bag trees
whispers of deceit
and the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly and 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
and take my life in my hands?
where the great plains begin
at the hundredth meridian
at the hundredth meridian
where the great plains begin
driving down a corduroy road
weeds standing shoulder high
ferris wheel is rusty, 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 the road
carrying a muddy old skull
the wires whistle their approval
off down 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
and i remeber Angelo, oh
it would seem to me
i remember every single fucking thing i know
if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me
to bury me someplace i dont want to be
you'll dig me up and transport me
unceremoniously
away from the swollen city-breeze,
garbage bag trees
whispers of deceit
and the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly and 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
Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
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