One must begin any thoughts on this with the defining of
certain terms. I have read many analysis
of this who do not get some of the basics of British culture and so those
analysis proceed from false assumptions.
So in list fashion here are some key terms in this song:
Silver Cloud – A Rolls Royce
Tennis Club – Tennis Racquet
Copper – A police officer
Half of Bitters – A half pint of a very hoppy beer
Day-glo Pirate – I have no idea
The music, the timing, and structure of this song are both
lovely and unsettling for me. This
person is obviously wealthy and does as he pleases. I find this honest at least. To whomever he is speaking he is explaining
that whatever they have done it was his choice.
The individual sees everything as up to him. I think that Cousin Jack’s is either a
literal cousin or a place he frequents and causes a ruckus. It is up to him but he takes no real responsibility
for the results of his actions.
In the second verse he shows that even given the needs of
our cast of characters he will have excess if he wishes. If he wants to spend his money on a Rolls and
playing tennis it is his choice. Think
about the great distance between owning a Rolls and riding a bike in the cold
then having a flat tire. I think the “yellow
fingered smoky girl” may be another reference to Cross Eyed Mary. Again we see, an excess that is his choice.
In the bridge he threatens the second person in the
conversation. Even though he is rich
enough to buy Rolls he views himself as a “common working man.” He explains that he will gladly put a beating
on his friend as soon as the police officer leaves if he chooses to do so.
In the last verse we see two distinct things that are
negative: the rainy season and the sinking of the “day-glow pirate.” Whatever is meant here we know that he
laughs at it and too soon for that matter.
He then returns to addressing his “friend”. He is clear that no matter that friend’s
feelings what has happened is up to him.
The way in which this song impacted me was simple. No matter my level of affluence or poverty my
choices are mine. The truth is that my
choices determine who I am. When I am
honest about this I usually choose well.
It is when I do not take personal responsibility that I get into
trouble.
When I first encountered this song, I took the protagonists
side. I arrogantly thought it was just
up to me without caring for the consequences of my actions. The feeling that one can do as he pleases without
any responsibility for the outcome pleased me at that young age. We become what we do and I embraced this
thinking. Driven by anger and pain I saw
my birth father in the thinking and headed down the path to become him.
Fortunately for me there was an intervention to come. At the time, however, it was anger fueled
self-centeredness that ruled my spirit.
It caused me to see the rest of the album in a far different light than I
do now. I hope the coming contrasts thought
provoking.
Up to Me – Ian Anderson
Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a
Wimpy Bar --
You tell me that we've
gone too far --
Come running up to me.
Make the scene at
Cousin Jack's --
Leave him put the
bottles back --
Mends his glasses that
I cracked --
Well that one's up to
me.
Well you know it’s up
to me
I said it’s up to me.
I buy a Silver Cloud
to ride --
Pack the tennis club
inside --
Trouser cuffs hung far
too wide --
Well it was up to me.
Tires down on your bicycle
--
Your nose feels like
an icicle --
The yellow fingered
smoky girl
Is looking up to me.
Oh you know it’s up to
me
Well I'm a common
working man
With a half of bitter
-- bread and jam
And if it pleases me
I'll put one on you man --
When the copper fades
away.
Oh you know it’s up to
me
Whoa I said it’s up to
me.
The rainy season comes
to pass --
The day-glow pirate
sinks at last --
And if I laughed a bit
to fast.
Well it was up to me.
Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a
Wimpy Bar --
You tell me that we've
gone too far --
Come running up to me.
Well you know it’s up
to me
I said it’s up to me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store."
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