Which Side Are You On?Come all you good workers
Good news to you I'll tell
Of how the good old union
Has come in here to dwell
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
My daddy was a miner
He's now in the air and sun
He'll be with you fellow workers
Until the battle's won
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there
You'll either be a union man
Or a thug for J. H. Claire
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Oh workers can you stand it?
Oh tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Don't scab for the bosses
Don't listen to their lies
Poor folks ain't got a chance
Unless they organize
Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Words by Florence Reese, to the tune of "Lay the Lily Low," and Sung by Natalie Merchant
Which Side Are You On? 
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has
Remember the kookaburra who smashed
hot chips like lizardbacks against the railing wood?
His family is grown now, grandchildren on every post,
hardly space left for the next fledgeling crop.
The beer is still cold, the pies still piping, full of meat.
I sat at our table, fed the old man and his kids. No sign
of his pale-feathered wife, though, the only change
aside from the band, R&B, and the space where
you sat, mouth open with laughter, when kooka
tossed half his supper to you. At least it didn't have legs.
I had a Guiness, and one for you, then one for kooka's
missing wife, and the last I raised to the bird himself,
sorely missed, still waiting for his supper, as if someone
had taken a picture and tacked it up, in the exact
place where we last left him.
Happy Birthday, Charles. xoxoxoxoxox
<3
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unknown command error: sleep
kooka knows we always return
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"A liberal is the guy who leaves the room when a fight starts."
- Big Bill Haywood
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