Me debunk an american myth?
And take my life in my hands?
Where the Grat 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 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 it's 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 bloody, warm, and horrible thing I know
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 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
Peace..........
After last night
3 hours ago