me debunk 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 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 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 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 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