When I was 18 I was working at a restaurant downtown. One day I arrived on my bike to find out I didn't actually have a shift. It being a beautiful day in october I decided to go for a ride to English Bay. I stopped at Burrard bridge to take in the view, then as I turned around to re-mount my bike the metal girders caught my eye and I followed my strong impulse to climb up them. Straight up the 60ft or so I climbed until I was at the top with my clothes off, completely in the moment and inconsiderate of any possible consequences...Of course, it was 11am and when I went to get down what I found was that traffic had ben stopped and there were 7 police cars & an ambulance on the bridge, a firetruck on the way and a boat in the water below! HA..

The other two main inspirations were life in Montreal and the most vivid dream I ever had, about AMOR.

Standing on the bridge waiting for the sun to rise I get the feeling that I'm never gonna get my mind back & I don't mind my feet are on the ceiling and my big fat juicy heart is bleeding.

Blood's a runnin like the Nile, down the hall you start to cry and drop the knife as I begin to crawl towards the piano you're still standing in the door tell me I'm dying baby, Yeah, I know.

Now you look like an angel with the mercy of love. To pure to be from below to wicked to be from above.

You come over so I can hear your heartbeat inside your chest give me a kiss that tastes like cheap wine and cigarettes. & the red blood's still spreading everywhere, it's in your pretty little hands and it's in your black hair.

Things go black and then we're in a place so serene, swimming in a deep blue canyon mountain stream. Out of the water sitting looking in each other's eyes your rusty wet lips and brown skin look so nice.

Then a spark, a vision, I never had before like I was you & you were me and we were sitting on heavens floor.

& I still see it baby, even though the time, it takes, is weighing on me

Hey hey, mama hey hey

Standing on the bridge