Raise up

I'll shed one for the wanderer,

who stands up every day

on shards of broken glass

with his heart in the right place.

and he's quite sick of a lot of things,

like being broke,

and being called a protest singer,

every fucking time he hits the stage. 

 

and I heard him at a wedding,

singing songs for the bride

no one listened, he got paid,

he went home and slept all night.

and how can I blame him,

if I was in the red,

fighting racism and war,

would be the last thing on my mind.

but still I try.

 

To raise up,

whatever banner i've got now,

raise it up, whatever that means. 

 

in the belly of the riot,

there was barely any sense,

just posers dreaming pipe dreams, 

trading pamphlets on the fence.

and I sung a song by Billy Bragg,

and they all just rolled their eyes,

so I left the insurrection,

now I'm running for my life.

 

but still I try

to raise up,

whatever banner I've got now,

raise it up, whatever that means 

 

'cause our words they are enough,

and they have been from the start,

and I don't need a picket-line,

to start a fire in my heart,

and I don't need success,

in my life to say,

whatever's screwed you up,

you might not be OK. 

but with your love in our world,

you'll always be enough,

and you can be the glue,

when they pull it all apart,

so please just try.

 

to raise up,

whatever banner you've got now

raise it up, whatever that means

raise it up,

whatever banner you've got now

raise it up, and that's good enough for me

that's good enough for me

that's good enough for me

that's good enough for me