Monday, March 17, 2014

#77 / Up To Me

It's a song I have always liked. Seems pertinent. Read the news. Read about war. Then listen to the song. Head North from there!

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing
Death kept followin’, trackin’ us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing
Now somebody’s got to show their hand, time is an enemy
I know you’re long gone, I guess it must be up to me

If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

Oh, the Union Central is pullin’ out and the orchids are in bloom
I’ve only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume
In fourteen months I’ve only smiled once and I didn’t do it consciously
Somebody’s got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch
I’d just about convinced myself that nothin’ had changed that much
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key
Somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me

Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers’ club
I would’ve followed you in the door but I didn’t have a ticket stub
So I waited all night ’til the break of day, hopin’ one of us could get free
When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me

Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat
She’s everything I need and love but I can’t be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But she ain’t a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex
It didn’t amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects
When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty
Somebody’s got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me

Well, Dupree came in pimpin’ tonight to the Thunderbird CafĂ©
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way
Well, I just can’t rest without you, love, I need your company
But you ain’t a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me

There’s a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle
She’s the one you been wond’rin’ about, but there’s really nothin’ much to tell
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history
Somebody’s got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don’t have all that much time
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain’t my property
One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free
No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me

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1 comment:

  1. Gary: You always post about Bob Dylan lyrics. I'm guessing you are not big a fan of "the Dead," but I bet you'd get a kick out of "Throwin' Stones":

    "Throwing Stones"

    Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
    Dizzy with eternity.
    Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
    Call it home for you and me.
    A peaceful place or so it looks from space
    A closer look reveals the human race.
    Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
    But afraid, we may our home to waste.
    There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet
    Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
    Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
    And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
    By and by again, the morning sun will rise
    But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes.
    It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
    Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
    Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.
    Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Rudies looking for a fight.
    Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones
    And the politicians throwing stones
    Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
    Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
    Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
    Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.
    So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
    While the politicians throwing stones
    Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
    Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
    If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
    History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
    The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
    If the game is lost then we're all the same
    No one left to place or take the blame.
    We will leave this place an empty stone
    Or this shinning ball of bule we can call our home
    So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
    While the politicians are throwing stones
    Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
    Shipping powders back and forth
    Singing "black goes south while white comes north"
    And the whole world full of petty wars
    Singing "I got mine and you got yours."
    And the current fashions set the pace.
    Lose your step, fall out of grace.
    And the radical he rant and rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page"
    And the rich man in his summer home,
    Singing "Just leave well enough alone"
    But his pants are down, his cover's blown
    And the politicians are throwing stones
    So the kids they dance they shake their bones
    Cause its all too clear we're on our own
    Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
    It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.


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