Relatin' Dudes To Jazz - fIREHOSE

Me, the night, my com-padre, Raymond

We were jumpin' fences, jumpin' for freedom

Ray says «Hey Watt, stop here a second»

I said, «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 talkin'

How very important, two dudes talkin'

Everything ain’t just two dudes talkin'

My place in a time

Is a big nada-history

But my place with you

Is shown symbolically