premise: I was , and still am , captivated by Babies cry for liquor an ' the birds sing bass , and in the arrogance of my youth , I was certain that nobody else on the airfield either knew or cared who Bessie Smith was , nor would any other G and true is true and true is true and true is true and true is true and true is true .
hypothesis: I was obsessed with that song that I played all the time as a teen .