The Geographic North Pole (Live Album Version) - Laurie Anderson

作词：Laurie Anderson/Ben Fenner/Laurie Anderson/Laurie Anderson/Laurie Anderson/Stewart Lerman

作曲：Laurie Anderson/Ben Fenner/Laurie Anderson/Laurie Anderson/Laurie Anderson/Stewart Lerman

The summer of 1974 was brutally hot in New York

And I kept thinking about how nice and icy it

Must be at the North Pole And then I though

Wait a second why not go

You know like in cartoons where

They hang going to

The North Pole on their door knobs

And they just take off

So I spent a couple of weeks preparing for the trip

Getting a hatchet a huge backpack maps

Knives sleeping bags

Lures and a three month supply of Banic

A versatile high-protein paste that can be

Made into flat bread biscuits or cereal

Now I had decided to hitch hike and one day I just

Walked out onto Austin Street

Weighing down seventy pounds of gear

And stuck out my thumb

Going North I asked the driver

As I struggled into a station wagon

After I got out of New York

Most of the rides were trucks

Until I reached the Hudson Bay and began

To hitch in small mail planes

The pilots were usually guys who'd

Gone to Canada to

Avoid the draft or else embittered Vietnam vets

Who never wanted to go home again

Either way they always wanted to show

Off a few of their stunts

We'd go swooping along the rivers doing

Loop do loops and baby

And they'd drop me off at an airstrip

There'll be another plane by here couple

Of weeks see ya good luck

I never did make it all the way to the geographic pole

It turned out to be a restricted area and no

One was allowed to fly in or even over it

I did get within a few miles of the

Magnetic pole though

So it wasn't really that disappointing

I entertained myself in the evenings

Cooking or smoking

And watching the blazing light of

The huge Canadian

Sunsets as they turned the lake into fire

Later I lay on by back looking up

At the Northern lights

And imagining there'd been

A nuclear holocaust and

That I was the only human being left in all of

North America and what would I do then

And then when these lights went out

I stretched out on

The ground watching the stars as

They turned around

And their enormous silent

I finally decided to turn back because of my hatchet

I'd been chopping some wood and the hatchet flew

Out of my hand on the upswing

And I did what you should never do

When this happens:

I looked up to see where it had gone

And it came down

Fffooo just missing my head and I thought

My God I could be working around

Here with a hatchet

Emme in my skull and I'm ten miles

From the airstrip

And nobody in the whole world

Knows where I am

Daddy Daddy it was just like you said

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Where I come from it's a long thin thread

Across an ocean Down a river of red

Now that the living outnumber the dead

Speak my language