At the 100th meridian.

“If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me,
They bury me some place 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 [Gordon Downie] 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, The Tragically Hip.

 

2 thoughts on “At the 100th meridian.

  1. andygemmell says:

    He doesn’t know a soul
    There’s nowhere that he’s really been
    But he won’t travel long alone
    No, not in Fiddler’s Green

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