Lyrics Relatin' Dudes To Jazz - fIREHOSE

Relatin' Dudes To Jazz

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