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A Short Poem: This Hour

Playing live music is THE best thing I do in my life. After playing some headline shows and getting a taste of the power live performance can have, realising how unique the experience can be for each person and simultaneously how it proves such commonality between us all, I wrote this little piece. 

Give us this hour of uncontrollable joy
Of purity
Of community 
Of music, that one great thing that unites us and speaks through our ancestors in the beat of the drum, the pluck of the bass the strum of the guitar and the voice that rests within us all
Give us this moment that autonomises us from greed and fear, that cruel lucifer that binds us to phones antoginises our addictions and distracts us from our true potential
For this hour we become human beings again and ride on the wave of joy
This is all of ours, this casts light into the darkness creating memories that glue us together for eternity
Be good to yourself for once and forget that Monday meeting
That humility that deserts you
That emptiness that welcomes you 
It is banished! 
We send and you receive in harmony and in this there is no evil, no partisan sentiment that divides and conquers
This leaky tap of love may fill this void until we are but pure grace, soaring like the Eagle over this tide of oily desolation.
Race becomes bereft
Gender becomes allusive
Class becomes inconspicuous
And we are one under the sunrise of sound



If you wanna check out my band search 'The Pretty Visitors'. 

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