:32:00
- Yes, sir.
- Oh, not the army. It was the navy.
:32:03
And He tells me
I am His own
:32:06
We lost him in the South Pacific.
We don't know how.
:32:09
- And thejoy we share
- I'm sorry.
:32:11
- World War II.
- Yes, sir.
:32:13
As we tarry there
:32:17
None other
:32:20
Has ever
:32:23
Known
:32:30
- [Church Bells Tolling, Faint]
- I'm wandering in a graveyard.
:32:33
The dead here have no crosses,
:32:36
nor tombstones, nor wreaths
to sing of their past glory,
:32:40
but lie in rotting,
decaying, rusty heaps,
:32:45
their innards ripped out
by greedy, vulturous hands.
:32:51
Their vast, vacant skeletons...
:32:54
sadly sighing to the sky.
:32:56
[Bells Continue Tolling]
:32:58
The rust on their bodies...
:33:01
is the color of dried blood.
:33:04
Dried blood.
:33:07
I'm reminded of...
:33:10
of an elephant's
secret burial ground.
:33:14
Yes.
:33:16
Cette aire de mystère.
Cette essence de I'irréel.
:33:21
These cars
are trying to communicate.
:33:25
O cars, are you trying
to tell me something?
:33:29
Are you trying to
convey to me some secret...
:33:31
What... Excuse me?
:33:33
Oh, excuse me.
:33:36
I thought I was completely alone.
How embarrassing.
:33:39
Oh, you're a musician!
:33:41
[Engines Roaring]
:33:47
[Barely Audible]
The economy's depressed, not me
:33:52
- [Continues, Inaudible]
- [P.A. Announcer, Indistinct]
:33:57
You may say that I ain't free