Squeeze: Up The Junction | Song-Factsheet


Song «Up The Junction» von Squeeze.


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1979 03 09 (Album), 1979 05 18 (Single)
Label: A&M AMLH 68503, A&M AMS 7444
Songwriter Chris Difford & Glenn Tilbrook
Produktion: Squeeze & John Wood
Genre: Postpunk, Alternativerock - Poprock


«Up The Junction» ist ein britischer Slang-Ausdruck für «in einer hoffnungslosen Situation stecken». Das Lied von Squeeze ist eine Realsatire aus Südlondon, wo die armen Leute Londons wohnen. Der Song nimmt den Stoff eines TV-Films mit dem selben Namen von Ken Loach aus den 60ern auf, zu dem Manfred Mann den Soundtrack geschrieben hat. «Up The Junction» ist neben Alfie einer der Filme, die das Leben der einfachen Leute in England in den 1960er Jahren am besten dargestellt haben und überliefern. Im Buch von Nell Dunn und im Film geht es um eine überraschende Schwangerschaft und um Abtreibung. Es war das erste Mal, dass das kontroverse Thema im britischen Fernsehen so offen thematisiert worden ist. Im Song von Squeeze gibt es einen Dreh: Die Frau will das Kind behalten und damit nimmt das Working-Class-Leben seinen tragik-komischen Lauf.
Formal ist der Song eine Simple Verse Form ohne Refrain oder Chorus. Jeder Verse besteht aus zehn Takten. Nach sechs Verses kommt ein kontrastierender Mittel- oder B-Teil.

Personen und Querverweise

Chris Difford
Glenn Tilbrook
John Wood


[A1] I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten [A2] When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said, "You are a lady" "Perhaps," she said, "I may be" [A3] We moved into a basement With thoughts of our engagement We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly [A4] 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 [A5] 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 [A6] I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers She said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her [Bridge 1. Teil] I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to make her better [Bridge 2. Teil] And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly Late evenings by the fire With little kicks inside her [A7] This morning at 4:50 I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later [A8] She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another [A9] And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging [A10] The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling [A11] Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging is not my business [A12] And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction