So I hear that tomorrow has been declared - at least by @891adelaide - as the day of the roadie and one of their promos spoke some of these lyrics. This song gives me chills. I love a piano/vocal song anyway, but the sweet words, the lilting music and the huge message is just humbling.
The "lesser ones" are the people who bust their asses while we're all having our "knock off" drinks. They're cleaners, security guys, RAA nightshift drivers, coppers, service station guys. There's no glory in not being one of them, just a little luck. And any one of us might be back there again, quick smart. Or we might just be doing it our whole life, with honour.
Some of us live our "big" lives, but it doesn't make the other people small.
So for once a song pays tribute to the workers and thank goodness for that. So:
Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play
People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
As I get older, may I retain some humility. God willing.
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