Art Rush - Segue #7 lyrics

An awkward silence overtakes the slam. Pro-capitalism poetry? Gratitude? Respect for the value of money? Nobody likes this one bit, and together, in a sort of hypnotised, wordless trance of pure anger, both the Chautauqua Slam poets AND Westfield security approach the stage and force shocked Alex Spiteman into the street, pushing and shoving and spitting on him. He's not welcome here. Nothing makes less money or gets you less laid than gratitude for what you have. Nobody wants to hear it. Nobody. Later on that night, after Midworth and Olivia spend a romantic evening at the Courthouse, they sit in Camperdown Park, watching the city skyline, sipping cider takeaways. Listen-- Listen! To the sound of Midworth's soul.