At the Hundrendth Meridian

(Poets/Radio Show), Saratoga, NY (H.O.R.D.E. Festival), 08/18/96
(starts in the middle of song, anthing in [] is not clear)

I remember everything about today
Well it's starting to get useless
it's getting useless to society
I remember everything
there's no point in doing anything
new information all sounds the same
everythings been dubbed
everythings been said
everyone's insane
....[unclear].......
please leave, please leave me here, wooooh

(drifts into Poets)

Poets

Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're on the H.O.R.D.E
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're next door
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they hate you guts
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that their wives are sluts

Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they come in here
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that it's perfectly clear
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they [attend parts here]
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're all real queer

Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're narcisists
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're atheists
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they drink your piss
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're looking for [grisp]

(drifts into Gord talking)

open the wrist
on a night like this
it comes down to this
the search for [grisky]
he opens his wrist
his spirit resonates fine redness
wooooooooh ooooooooooh
wooooooooh uhhhhhhhhhh
yeah the heroin
the heroin made him credible
it made the headphones edible
his [musings] were,
ultimately, regretable, forgetable
I'm at the Confluence hotel
the mexicans in their beige shirts
they lean against their [holes]
morning's over, its time to let the sprinklers do their work
I'm in the bathtub, and I stick my head under water
and I can hear the turbine hum
architectual restrain at the door wooooooooooh

(drifts into Radio Show)

Radio Show

Holdin' in smoke till your father passes
My perspectives are broadened
as my senses are dulled
Phonin' in to the radio show

People stop to watch construction
When it has something to offer
People stop watching construcion
When is has nothing to offer

Flamming vehicle crashed through the guard-rail
my perspectives are broadened
as my senses are dulled
phonin' in to the radio show

People stop to watch the election
When is has nothing to offer
People stop to watch the trial
When it has something to offer

When you stop caring 'bout what's in store
It's strange how, people stop caring so much
About you anymore

As long as we....
As long as we....
As long as we....

(drifts into Gord talking)
you feel good about yourselves
you feel good
you feel good
you like your body
yeah well, the constitution,
that's granted, won't save the planet
the earth seldom relaxes on it's axis
rumours greasing the stick

I feel absolutely vain
the stage has slipped away
we're very happy to be here with these fine musicians
we're glad to join this H.O.R.D.E. tour
glad to be invited

I look into the mirror and I like what I see
I see Bob Dole looking back at me
and I know talking about yourself in the 3rd person
is dementia, stage 3
that doesn't matter Bob Dole and me
(drifts back in 100th Meridian, if I die of vanity...)

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