The themes for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams are Birth, Death or Life. The song must contain a reference to the prompt in the title or the lyrics. If the song does not meet these criteria, please explain why you chose it.
Up the Junction by the British band Squeeze, charts the life of a relationship from birth to death. The song was inspired by a 1965 TV play of the same name, which in turn was adapted from a collection of short stories by Nell Dunn.
The phrase up the junction is polite British slang for being up a certain creek without a paddle. Which is the conclusion of the song’s narrator when his drinking breaks up his family, and he’s too proud (stubborn!) to beg for forgiveness.
Fans of EastEnders will notice Michelle Collins wandering around in the video’s background and, yes, that is a young Jools Holland on keyboard.
Are you ready for a bit of musical kitchen-sink drama with some crazy half-rhymes…?
I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on the windy common That night I ain’t forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said, “You are a lady” “Perhaps,” she said, “I may be”
We moved into a basement With thoughts of our engagement We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly We spent our time just kissing The Railway Arms we’re missing But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up
I got a job with Stanley He said I’d come in handy And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers She said she’d seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to make her better And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly Late evenings by the fire With little kicks inside her
This morning at four-fifty I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another
And now she’s two years older Her mother’s with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchen I feel there’s something missing I’d beg for some forgiveness But begging’s not my business And she won’t write a letter Although I always tell her And so it’s my assumption I’m really up the junction
LindaGHillhosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt this week is GROWTH The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write. Click HERE for the rest of the rules, and to play along.
We called them Cakey and the Growth.
She was sweet enough to give you diabetes. Nothing was too much trouble for her.
He clung to her like ivy, as if he wanted to burrow under her skin and become a part of her.
She worked in the finance department and he worked in IT. At break, lunch, and after work, he would wait outside her office like a well-mannered stalker.
They would embrace and walk off together, arms entwined, their heads close as they talked in soft voices to each other.
Cakey and the Growth, always together, finishing each other’s sentences, leaving parties early because they couldn’t bear to share their time with other people.
She would smile her sugary smile, and he would hold on as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.
Cakey and the Growth, when two became one.
For a time.
Cakey is no longer with the Growth. She is still inside and he is still in a coma.
The Growth turned malignant and to save herself, Cakey excised him.
She may be incarcerated, but at least now, she is free..