Our Gaff

(To be read at a festival)

This is our Gaff,
And it came for free.
And it’s home to a symphony,
8 and a half billion strong.

Here, sung aloud
in a revelry well-won.
Another season for the strange and delicate hum,
that can only be sung.

From within the best party in town
The one hosted and run,
by mama jUjU,
Del Mondo, La Tierra,
My Home, the Earth.

As she hurts.

Waiting for me,
And waiting for you.
To turn off the news.
To return to the Earth
and pay her our dues.

By propping up,
The pattern that forms a push.
That starts with a link.
We’ve got to love one another,
Like those patterns depend on it.

So when you go out there,
And the feeling’s just right
Make a sound aloud.
For the best knees up in Town,
The one run by the wilderness within
That harbours a love for her kids
Let’s do her proud.

Let’s Party on purpose.

Make sure all this shit we leave behind isn’t completely worthless.
Earn it, our place upon the Earth.

Go out there and let them know what it means,
To be a part of the best session in the universe.