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A song about musicians not being recognised as sole traders by Centrelink. 

RATTLE UP THE DRUM
 
Come out and join this fight, 
workers one, workers all. 
Come out and organise 
Workers all. 
Come out for recognition
of the worth of our positions
and come out, musicians
and rattle up the drum. 

Come out and sing for change
workers one, workers all. 
Come and sing for your wage
workers all. 
Come out and tell them you
are a human being too, 
and their pettiness, they will rue
and rattle up the drum. 

Come out and make a noise
workers one, workers all. 
A noise they can’t avoid, 
workers all. 
Come out and shake the walls
when ten thousand voices call 
“You shall not do this anymore.” 
Beat the drum. 

Come out and make them squirm, 
workers one, workers all. 
Come out and starve the worms, 
workers all. 
Come out and don’t back down
until they’ve given ground
and make them fear the sound
of our drum.

Rattle Up The Drum

For friends who are gone
and for friends, who remain -
and precious ones, who are
one, and the same. 

Who carried me through
my sorrows, and strain.
and gave me the sweetest
warmth of my days. 

Who showed me that kindness
is the purest of prides -
that love is a river, 
that tears are her tides. 

Thankyou for warming
my coldest of nights. 
Thankyou for walking
your life by my side. 

Where once was fear of dying, 
I now have none.
For nothing is new
beneath this old sun -

and from dust are we sprung,
and to dust, we become -
and love is the bedrock
that anchors the grass. 

Oh, I come from a long line
of soldiers and currs -
slaughter-house men, nurses
workers, trailing their 

bloodied hands through the Earth;
and love is the bone
that firms their frail grasp. 

Who showed me no mountain
of money can buy
one single star more, 
to string in the sky. 

Thankyou for warming 
my coldest of nights. 
Thankyou for walking
your life by my side. 

The crickets are louder than
black thunder claps.
Their songs are swirling, 
to spite dizzy bats -

and the sky whirls, 
burned like an old treasure map, 
and this desert is quiet, 
and cold as blue steel. 

Your presence comes back
like de ja vu's spark
in Joker's Tunnel, little
feet in the dark -

and I am without you, 
but we are not apart, 
and I cannot explain
the sadness I feel. 

Who showed me that good
little boys never die. 
You who showed me
the tears that hills cry. 

The ranges are wet
where we'd romp and we'd stride. 
My child, I love you. 
My little one - goodbye.

sidewalk talk | made on the Rapchat app (prod. by C E L L U R Z)

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