1:36:01
I can feel it.
1:36:07
My mind is going.
1:36:14
There is no question about it.
1:36:25
I can feel it.
1:36:32
I can feel it.
1:36:37
I can feel it.
1:36:47
I'm afraid.
1:36:54
And the monkey sat
on a pile of stone
1:37:02
And he stared at the broken bone
in his hand
1:37:08
And the strains of a Viennese quartet
rang out across the land
1:37:24
And the monkey looked up
at the stars
1:37:31
And he thought to himself
1:37:33
Memory is a stranger
1:37:38
History is for fools
1:37:44
And he cleaned his hands
in the pool of holy writing
1:37:51
Turned his back
on the garden and set out
1:37:55
For the nearest town
1:37:58
Hold on, hold on, soldier