"At the Hundredth Meridian" - Tragically Hip
2nd verse rocks:
"If I die of Vanity, promise me, promise me
That if they bury me some place I don't want to be
That 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"
What's great about this song, and this section in particular, is that it really hits on the kind of Canadian nature-loving spirit that still makes my heart sing. It almost makes me want to jump in my car and drive out West...
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