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.