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32:51I'm not a kid. I'm not a kid. The clown, the monkey, and the magician, the clown's so happy and so sad. The monkey's playing up and down. The magician has the power and thus the responsibility of pulling all the strings. The clown need never know and no one knows whether or not the monkey knows. Whereas the magician knows without knowing the strings he has to pull.

34:01I get caught up in the dancing procession leaving the alien temple. It carries me on down lady pool road past the grumbling Sunday morning paper shops and drops me on the gill helm picket's hot vows are hoarding. I gaze through the window, a roll later hose a trousers skinhead peg leg and megaphone, into the steamy interior where Mrs. Manager S. Merlin Liverpool works steadily at her steam press cursing her no good sleeping son Sego as he lies dreaming. Rest feeding his mind on his cardboard cut.

35:14I'm sleeping. Hey Joe, say go. Appearing. Tell my cheeky moving. He can't have started to see. His world isn't where it should be. It's on my hand between. I'm listening. I'm listening. See now, look here. And listen, we can reveal the question.

36:18Where do you think you're going? Why do you think you came? What can you do? What in heaven's name? Yeah man, cool like I'm hung up up tight over strung on outer side like too much out of touch. All right, I'm nowhere's. Who cares? We cares. Take you on a little journey back to beginning and beyond. Show you where you've been to to help you be getting along. And let you share a little secret. Help you feel that you can belong.

37:18And then when you feel quite ready, you know you have all along. First you take a look around you and then you take a look inside. And then you see your outside inside. And the tiny space it occupies. Every time you want to look outside, you want to look inside first. Same with words and actions, till you leave them unrehearsed. And let you go, and let you get. And let you be, and let you see.

38:21I'll forget it. Nobody, nowhere you go to. Nobody, nowhere you've been. Nobody taking over. Nobody can get in. You mean, no. You mean, no, it can't be.

39:22Not where the problems me have. Won't you join me down the hill? It's getting mighty cold down here. Fire's running low. Spirit's slowing down. Is it there a place a man can go? A hiding seat is saving souls. Have to try and make it for a kid much older. Why am I such a god there? Isn't anybody gonna help me down here? Isn't anybody gonna help me down here? Molly, she don't bring me here. Let me in a mother's care.

40:23A mother didn't care for children. She didn't care for love. She didn't want none of the growing sun. Not where the evening work had done. Morning can't she sleep right on? I'm on it. Why do I break my home? Gonna take a time to forget you. Gonna take a time to forget you gone. I come on. Who kids who is watching my recent wishes? Or what she's at? What's it matter but what you is? And top of that is where you're at. Where is beyond me? On the contrary. It's neither beyond nor before. But beyond and before. And now.

41:23What is wrong? Are you sure? Yes. We're all rushing around about hurriedly back to it and forward. Scaring worriedly. Casing a dream in a life of monopoly. Never quite learning, standing still properly. Right? Right. Right! Joe Sengov pushes and shoves out of a crowded Chabin through stalls at an open fruit and veg market. The vendors become white marketeers, holding union meetings, Panama hats and union jacks. Joe fights through these and other effects of his negro-youth and mounts steps towards Congress, where final changes are advocated. He reaches the doors for his way as barred by two of his own, who lead him back down the steps and into the Chabin.

42:31Sold down the Arawadi, back to the Chabin. Sold down the Arawadi, back to the Chabin. Sold down the Arawadi, back to the Chabin. Sold down the Arawadi, back to the Chabin. I leave the Chabin across the park, into the Indian supermarket. It's a dark, a stumble-wrong, the many mumbling mounds are sold, humbling upon bundles of silken Charles, sprawling between racks of plastic Anglo-Pakamak,

43:32scattering, bartering, brine island turbines disguising subalterns, advising suburban. What are they, thank you? But over and over into the dusty, most of us smell of Chabin and seagulls and stored seagulls. Africa, Paprika, Pepper and Swine! Some of the things making Lady Monaise! Cut the Chabin dangers of seeks to short-change you with smiles to entice you to buy. Open the price sign, it's asking for rises quite far, so I'm fine. People are friendly, but don't so insane. They go so quickly, I can't catch their names. Chimati doctors, look at your feet. Talisman's eye of your hair, it's not there. Rocksteady rocker and wrecky bats play in the square.

44:32The same fire for me! I squeeze out of the battle square, and into the cosmopolos cafe aware, I meet my favorite egg brunch or beer. Suppose I propose to the Bindi burger, my sweet, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp. If she turns down my pleasure truffle file, Whipper and Nicarbaca Glor is offered, my sweet, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp. Can I help you, sir? Embarrassed, I grab at a nearby menu and start to decide for the Anglor order. But the burger greased bind a slip through my fingers onto my tongue, catches the edge of a congeal reminder, a sample of something once served with two bags. Capsicum cavers calendar ago, orientators and ratatatoo. Wumped up bakers, Chinese lantern makers, song-willing John Boyle is due.

45:35The cosmopolcaficators for Englishmen too, high sell shop, living in lady bull blends into dew, fancy up, fancy up people to gather you. Bookies, faith healers, bull-nosed car dealers, occasion of callers in blue. But I think dealers in busparks for wheelers come to, or you. Mrs. Liverpool's large horse-reddish eyes we purple remedy tears, as segoes snatched from the safety of her hairpin bosoms and carried off in the loam, horny arms of the loam.

46:41Joe Sego walks down the law court steps, crosses the tarmac pull-in and enters a vacant telephone booth. As the door swings too behind him, a police constable appears at the top of the steps and proceeds in Sego's wake towards the booth where Sego is becoming rapidly hung up on an unobtainable number. Fuzz follow fuzz, and soon the whole forecourt is alive with the hive that inevitably swarm with the advent of a potential arrest. As Sego stumbles out of the box, the nearest police constable apprehends him, saying, I'm putting you on a charge of kidnapping. You can't pin that on me, I'm a jazz musician! Confide Sego, and so saying, he produces from his inside pocket a tiny, shiny toy trumpet which he thrust between his teeth, and commences to blow just a closer walk with thee, a well-known New Orleans hot jazz tune. The constable is a little taken aback, but quickly regains his composure in the face of his colleagues

47:43by continuing to lure Sego in the orthodox fashion. Come along with me. He temps. Rau-la! Rau-la! Rau-la! Rau-la! And witness the trilogy of dance! Presenting the Spanish tipsy gypsy dancey dancey dancey, on the Spanish, the ruts of the rubber egg and spoon-mime, and the charcoal fire-eating trouser-douse-up at Claudeful Smith party, peacetime vibrant, the Irish black Sego! Rau-la! Rau-la! Rau-la! Rau-la!

48:55I rouse me may-rosily cake of cakophony, If only you keep rosyly cosy. Pose me my posey, dose me my dosy. Arouse and expose me, expose me, expose me, expose me! Did you think, oh, did you know, this was where love would go, or did you think,

49:56this could be anywhere you want to make it, if you want to make it. Anywhere you want to make it, but you've got to give it time. Given time, you may find what is here, can't be found anywhere, everywhere, everyone will soon be turning on to everyone.

50:58No one's gonna stand around, nothing knowing what is going on, but what is going on. A person don't need me, a man you don't know, a man you won't leave when I ask you to go. I try to deceive me, not letting me know, and making me happy, I'm setting myself. I don't know, they don't show. And I prefer you make you want me to grow, try to believe me before it grows.

52:10I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. Can't you see part of me, crying out loud, wanting to be?

53:38I don't know, they don't show. Let you think this could be where it's at. Let you think this could be where it's at.

54:47I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. I don't know, they don't show. Am I? Am?

55:49Likewise, there are you. Are you? So here we are, in the here and now, just like old times. Like old times. Like old times.

57:01Like old times. Like old times. Like old times. Like old times. We hope you have a good journey. We hope you have a good journey. We can only be reminders, living on the other side.

58:02Will you join us? Will you join us? Will you join us? Will you join us? Will you join us? Yeah, I look at you. And Symphony. What is it? The track from there. The second album called Yo Saigo. From the harvest label.

59:04It's Symphony. Indeed. And now, it's time for something Swedish. Very special friends. Sweden. And we can listen to Rick Iregden. And let's run the label from Sweden on 1975. Let's play Rick Iregden. This is a track called Jan Banner.