Vancouver (/vænˈkuːvər/) is a coastal seaport city on the mainland of British Columbia, Canada. The 2011 census recorded more than 603,000 people in the city, making it the eighth largest among Canadian cities. The metropolitan area, with more than 2.3 million residents, is the third most populous metropolitan area in the country and the most populous in Western Canada. With 5,249 people per square kilometre (13,590 per sq mile), the City of Vancouver is the most densely populated Canadian municipality among those with 5,000 residents or more. Vancouver is one of the most ethnically and linguistically diverse cities in Canada, with 52% for whom English is not their first language.
The original settlement, named Gastown, grew around the Hastings Mill logging sawmill and a nearby tavern, both established in 1867. Enlarging to become the townsite of Granville, with the announcement that the railhead would reach the site it was renamed "Vancouver" and incorporated as a city in 1886. By 1887, the transcontinental railway was extended to the city to take advantage of its large natural seaport, which soon became a vital link in a trade route between the Orient, Eastern Canada, and London. As of 2009, Port Metro Vancouver is the busiest and largest port in Canada, and the most diversified port in North America. While forestry remains its largest industry, Vancouver is well known as an urban centre surrounded by nature, making tourism its second-largest industry. Major film production studios in Vancouver and Burnaby have turned Metro Vancouver into the third-largest film production centre in North America after Los Angeles and New York City, earning it the film industry nickname, Hollywood North.
Anthony Michael "Tony" Bourdain (born June 25, 1956) is an American chef, author and television personality. He is well known for his 2000 book Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly, and is the host of Travel Channel's culinary and cultural adventure programs Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and The Layover.
A 1978 graduate of the Culinary Institute of America and a veteran of numerous professional kitchens, Bourdain is currently a chef-at-large, whose home base is Brasserie Les Halles, New York where he was executive chef for many years.
Anthony Bourdain was born in New York City to Pierre (d.1987) and Gladys Bourdain, and grew up in Leonia, New Jersey. Bourdain has French ancestry on his father's side; his paternal grandfather emigrated from France to New York following World War I. Bourdain's mother worked for the New York Times as a staff editor. Bourdain was a student at Englewood School for Boys, graduating in 1973. He attended Vassar College before dropping out after two years, and graduated from the Culinary Institute of America in 1978.
She packed her bags and dressed
Long before the sunrise, no one knew
She told them many times
About how she would teach them and now it's time
Standing quietly by the door
Her face is numb with fear
She stops and then goes on
"Leave forever, it's now or never"
Quickly walking down the street
It's cold and gray, dawn's breaking
She don't mind
(She don't mind)
Why she feels so grown up now
Her life is just beginning
She don't know
(She don't know)
She's standing in the pouring rain
Her make-up's running down
She wonders now she's here
"Where will I go? Who do I know?"
Now, now she's not quite so sure
I may be wrong but home seems so much more friendly, now
And they might worry but she doesn't want them to
'Cause causing pain, that's not the thing that she set out to do
So she's back in bed before
Anyone can miss her
She feels good
(She feels good)
Knowing the chance was there
Deciding not to take it
That's her choice
(That's her choice)
And she's still awake, her mum comes in
"Me and dad, we've had a chat
And we're sorry for the things we said
[Instrumental]
Lady
All the troubles are my fright, I disgust you
Feel the power you cut the truth into you
Why do you think I'd hidden out on this rely
I could kiss you
With lines of escape in my mouth
Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman
His eyes shined on my back as I slept and knew you
You didn't leave it all
You made an even call
My belly released the stars
And tears between the scars. Ooooh
We're where we belong
It should end here
Until the end of time
Beyond the moment
That ends our bondage
I am your failed husband contender
I'm your loan shark of bliss.
This dream you've ridden on
Turns your world to explosions
You need to be alone
To heal this bleeding stone
Now, smell the rain of London it still insists
That we beg for our purity
As if we are pure in the rain of our contentment
When the sun went down
You were sitting under someone else's sunset
And I wasn't around
And you were wishing that I was a guy that you'd just met
And I was probably stumbling down
Some back street alley in Amsterdam
While you were making excuses
And breaking another heart
Or maybe I was drinking wine
With the pigeons in a square in Venice
And I was wondering what you're doing
And wondering where you are
When the stars came out
I was sitting in a studio on sunset
And the lights were down
And I was wishing the time we had wasn't over yet
And you were probably sitting in the airport
Waiting on a plane to Vegas
While I was packing a suitcase
Staring at a waiting car
Or maybe you were heading out
To some house party on Lake Austin
And I was wondering what you're doing
And wondering where you are
When my luck ran out
I was sitting on a concrete block in Little Rock
We didn't scream or shout
We just said goodbye
And I waited for the click
And the lights went out
And now I'm packing it up and I'm rollin' on out to Vancouver
For some wasted youth and a fresh set of lonely stars
And I'm wondering baby, if you ever saw the best of us
And I'm wondering what you're doing
And wondering where you are
I still wonder what you're doing
Brittle their bones
Breaking skin
Severed the lines
That reign them in
All their spinning around
Under blue skies graying out
With circus face
needles stick
Their beggars eyes
Rolling backwards
Still theyre spinning around
Under blue skies graying out
We could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
If we tried
Yes we could be beautiful
Turning -- bending
I’m hooked on a woman
She’s hooked on wine
She says living with me
Feels like killing time
And her super hero friends could teach her how to fly
Well I know she’s gonna leave me on the gorund in the end
So I packed and I made Interstate 5 by ten
On a perfect morning- throwin away the map
For pretending that the world was flat
December warm Vancouver sunshine
I close my eyes, I still see the skyline
It’s bitter cold but it tastes like grace
I said a little prayer walking by the Hudson Bay
Ballerinas practicing three flights up in silhouette
Made those mannequins seem as useless as regret
And I know I won’t forget that reverie
That made all of my addictions seem like reasons to be free
December warm Vancouver sunshine
I close my eyes, I still see the skyline
It’s bitter cold but it tastes like grace
I said a little prayer walking by the Hudson Bay
Feeling bullet proof I pull the sun roof down
Singing out loud, driving through gas town
Yesterday’s rain- swimming in the gutter
And I’m above a lot of things that I was under
December warm Vancouver sunshine
I close my eyes, I still see the skyline
It’s bitter cold but it tastes like grace