Recorded: 12th of January, 2025
Location: The Ace Hotel, Sydney.
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Poem: "Suit up"
Structured and cut without any soul,
Hard to move, to dance, to feel
Is this when I'm meant to look my best?
Buttoned up, belted, and pushed in
Where have I gone?
the part of me that moves so easily
it's hard to see
especially when you can't remember
any part of me.
Keep looking around,
ther' must be somewhere in this town,
a place for you,
that knows you,
understands you,
talks like you,
makes you,
feel like,
you.
the material talks to you,
makes friends with your skin
and beats in time with your heart.
synchronicity is sweet
when you land on both feet.
You shouldn't be standing the way you are
locked up, swirling, leaning
half-smiling,
give me anything,
a laugh or something.
So the best suit was the one you know
it can't be bought, or taught
it can't be sold.
buy you will buy it,
maybe you'll one day make it.
what they're trying to sell you
has no soul,
and that's the worst thing in the world,
you could ever buy.
