Observation Station
This is not a song as we know it, there's no beginning, middle and end, no chorus or progression, the reason it's here at all is that the artist liked it enough to make a musical sketch of what was in his mind at that time. It could become anything when he picks it up again, a flamenco classic, the simple start of a rock opera, who knows - maybe it will always remain a few hesitant strokes on the back of a melodic envelope, doesn't matter because at 34 seconds long, an observer will walk past and glance, consider, then move on.