Suddenly, without any warning,
Main suits began to sing.
Why did they do this?
What was the secret meaning?
Who were these men in suits?
These men in suits!
Who let me through?
Who let me through?
Who let me through?
I wear a suit and I wear a tie.
I wear pants with a button up fly.
I wear boxer shorts and a pulled up pie.
I come especially early for this.
Didn't even get a morning kiss.
I'm gonna take no prisoners.
Let me through.
Let me through.
Let me through.
Nobody knows how important I am.
Nobody knows how important I am.
Nobody knows how important I am.
Let me through.
I've got very important things to do.
We're men in suits.
And as you can tell from that last song,
we have very important things to do.
In fact, we had a very important thing to do
12 months ago here.
We were delighted to be part of the first
Marysville Jazz and Blues weekend,
but we felt we had unfinished business.
We started to take you on the journey
of trying to understand the complexity
behind the suit and the tie.
We felt we left with a bit of unfinished business.
We're here to take you on the rest of the journey
to understand what's behind the mystery, if you like,
the unknown behind the man in the suit.
To do that, we have to start
helping you understand the tie.
We have two songs to do that.
One gives you a bit of an insight
into our connectedness to the tie.
And then we have a very important song
about what happens if you don't have a tie
when you should have a tie.
Music
Just because
I wear this foolish tie
Doesn't mean my head and heart have gone awry.
I'm a goer alone in the blue.
I'm a flower that's waiting to bloom.
Just because I'm trapped inside this zoo.
Doesn't mean that I don't get to play the rules.
I'm a menstrual who waves in the wind.
For his one opportunity to sing.
But one day I will rake free.
Just because I were from nine to five.
Doesn't mean my fantasies won't come alive.
I'm a dreamer in multiple use.
But I'm Sagimi's corporate blues.
But one day I will rake free.
Just because I'm trapped inside this zoo.
I woke up late this morning.
I stumbled in a trance.
The bar each tin was empty.
I couldn't find my pants.
I left in such a hurry.
I hadn't noticed yet.
The freedom of my movement.
The coldness of my name.
The office said and whispered.
As I've been walking by.
The management presented.
The dreaded loner sigh.
The loner sigh is a very bad sigh that nobody wants to borrow.
It functions as a warning not to forget your tie tomorrow.
Yes faithful joints of pallet will surely lead to sorrow.
The loner tie is an awful tie that no sane man would choose.
Its tasteless blend of dots and stripes is not one that I use.
But due to company policy you fell right to refuse.
The loner tie, the loner tie, better you than I, the loner tie.
So brother, heed my warning and think your neck went through.
Don't let your neck be naked.
There's loner tie where you go.
The loner tie would catch your eye and affect society's shame.
Its nasty soul objective is to inflict aesthetic pain.
It clashes with most every suit God help you with your vain.
The loner tie will steal your pride, your honor now forsaken.
Your mojo cruelly stripped away, your confidence now shaken.
And any social standing that you once had will be taken.
The loner tie, the loner tie, like a sharp poke in the eye, the loner tie.
The worst time money can buy, the loner tie.
As you can imagine, it costs quite a lot of money to get a choir looking as good as this.
And being men from the city, we have lots of opportunities to seek funding.
And one has been some work we've been doing for some time now with Metro,
the suburban and metropolitan transport provider.
As you know, they've had some trouble with their public relations and have been trying to improve their public relations.
And they thought improving their platform announcements would be a good way to do that.
We're very used to tendering in the commercial world we're from in this city.
No surprise, we won the tender.
The contract negotiations have been long and drawn out.
We've been stuck over intellectual property rights.
We've got lots, we think they don't have any.
So it hasn't quite appeared on stage and on the platforms,
but this is what you may be hearing soon on platforms operated by Metro.
Metro regrets to advise that the 405 from Hurst Bridge is running late.
It will arrive at 4.15.
84.5% of our services arrive on time.
This train is not one of them.
Ah, we're sad about that too.
And let us remember the 1053 from Ebbing which never made it through.
Ah, we're sad about that too.
And while we're at it could be apologised for the gentleman deterioration in customer service.
And increasingly meaningless.
Ah, we're sad about that too.
But it could be worse.
We could be living in Sydney.
Where it's totally fucked.
Or in the US, Pakistan.
Where you've got to bribe a guard with a bottle of vodka or a goat to get a ticket.
But we're not living in those places.
We're living in Melbourne.
It should be better, but it's not.
Ah, we're sad about that too.
We're sad before you.
Sad about it too.
Ah, let's go.
Well, we're anticipating being played well for that gig.
And maybe we'll be able to afford Alan a tie by the time we get paid for that.
As we've been searching for the essence behind the man in the suit,
we've explored the man in other cultures.
And we've made quite a strong connection with the Georgian tradition.
And we'd like to share some of that with you now.
This is a song to say, welcome come join us.
So welcome, come join us.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
Brava Jami.
