(1´36)

me, the night, my compadre Raymond were jumping, jumping for freedom, Ray says "hey Watt, stop here a second" I say "hear her out in New Haven?"

and then at the gig I sat and I watched them, a drum and a sax (both of them talking), how very important two dudes talking, everything ain´t just two dudes talking.

my place in time is big nada-history, but my place with you is shown symbolically.

[historistischer autopilot: mission statement, in a way]