The Price of the Rising

[Verse 1]
They pinned his name
To the old stone wall
Red chalk dripping
Like a drunken fall
Said
"Pick up your coat
Pick up your rage"
They’ll pay you in chains
Or they’ll pay you in graves
[Chorus]
This is the price of the rising
Blood in the mud
Teeth in your hand
Final payment
No revising
Sign it in scars
And the cut of the land
If you want it
You lay down your life
That’s the price
Of a rebel’s rise
[Verse 2]
Mam set bread
By the cold grate fire
Said
"Eat
My girl
Then go feed the pyre"
Her hands were shaking
But her eyes were steel
"Freedom’s a word
’till you make it real"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] I could marry quiet
Tend a yard
Tend a man
Name the fear
Then deny it
Drink and sleep
While I still can
[raspy shout] But the rent’s in my marrow
And the tax in my bones
If I stay on my knees
I’m already gone
[Chorus]

folk, Raw Irish folk ballad with female raspy vocals, bodhrán thump and driving acoustic guitar. Verses stay close and hushed with fingerpicked strings and low whistle phrases; choruses explode in a shout-along gang vocal feel, stamping boots and harsh harmonies. Fiddle doubles the topline on hooks, then breaks out for a jagged solo in the bridge. Gritty room reverb, close-mic’d breath and growl left in the mix., irish folk