If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me
If 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 and sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy
- At the 100th Meridian
We don't go to hell the memories of us do
and if you go to hell I'll still remember you
- Inevitability Of Death
I am the Stranger
You can’t see me
I am the Stranger
Do you know what I mean
I navigate the mud
I walk above the path
Jumping to the right
And then I jump to the left
On a Secret Path
The one that nobody knows
And I’m moving fast
On the path nobody knows
– I Am The Stranger
- Editor-In-Chief Neil Godbout