Arise, Arise
To fight these dogs biting at my heels, arise
Awake, Awake
My God is heavy-handed, awake
Your cross, your cross
Is a symbol of my lynching, your cross
Fill me up, fill me up, fill me up,
I’m rising down
In this town, in this town
I am meat for the taking, in this town
But in my home, in my home
There are kings and queens and blessings, in my home
Fill me up, fill me up, fill me up,
I’m rising down
Your gun, your gun
Is a symbol of my lynching, your gun
But I won’t run, I won’t run
I will stand with my people, as one
As one
To fight these dogs biting at my heels, arise
Awake, Awake
My God is heavy-handed, awake
Your cross, your cross
Is a symbol of my lynching, your cross
Fill me up, fill me up, fill me up,
I’m rising down
In this town, in this town
I am meat for the taking, in this town
But in my home, in my home
There are kings and queens and blessings, in my home
Fill me up, fill me up, fill me up,
I’m rising down
Your gun, your gun
Is a symbol of my lynching, your gun
But I won’t run, I won’t run
I will stand with my people, as one
As one
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It’s a testament to Kaia’s skill as a lyricist that the following pair of songs, ‘Paradise Fell’ and ‘Rising Down’ – both inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement – can include thought-provoking political points within what may seem to be simple descriptive narratives. It’s a powerful combination – think of Abel Meeropol’s 1937 poem Strange Fruit, as interpreted by Billie Holiday – poverty, racism and the host of daily microaggressions inflicted on Black people the world over are all invoked with grace and subtlety. ‘Rising Down’ in particular should be enough to make any white person reflect on the part she plays in these continuing inequalities and what she can contribute to the vital process of anti-oppression work. There’s no doubt in my mind that these two songs together are the highlight of the album, more than worth the price of admission on their own.
Folkradio