Au Revoir Montreal. Yes, myself included, we all would rather hear the master singing his song but fuck it I’m in the place of his birth and I am (in) the void left by the master. I’ve always felt this song was written for me, I’m sure you did too. That is his genius in word and song. And now, I hear your master sing You kneel for him to come His body is a golden string That your body is hanging from His body is a golden string My body has grown numb #birdonthewire