up to me

• jethro tull'ın aqualung isimli muhtesem albumunden bir parcadir..
  
  tutmayın beni sozlerini de yazacam ;
  
  take you to the cinema
  and leave you in a wimpy bar
  you tell me that we've gone to 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.
  buy a silver cloud to ride
  pack the tennis club inside
  trouser cuffs hung far too wide
  well it was up to me.
  tyres down on your bicicle
  your nose feels like an icicle
  the yellow fingered smoky girl
  is looking up to me.
  well i'm a common working man
  with a half of butter bread and jam
  and if it pleases me i'll put one one you man
  when the copper fades away.
  the rainy season comes to pass
  the day-glo pirate sinks at last
  and if i laughed a bit to fast.
  well it was up to me.
  
  (bkz: sozlerini de verdim tam oldu)
• sarkinin basinda ian anderson "ahahah ay ilahi hahaha" diye gulmektedir dikkatle dinlerseniz.. ilkokuldan beri hep oyle dedigini hayal ettim ve artik oyle dedigine inaniyorum.. aqualung albumunun neseli ve naif sarkilarindan biri..
  
  (bkz: #10304825)
• güzel bir bob dylan şarkısı. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun.
  
  everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
  death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least ı heard your bluebird sing.
  now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
  ı know you're long gone,
  ı guess it must be up to me.
  
  ıf ı'd thought about it ı never would've done it, ı guess ı would've let it slide,
  ıf ı'd paid attention to what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.
  ı was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
  someone had to reach for the risin' star,
  ı guess it was up to me.
  
  oh, the union central is pullin' out, the orchids are in bloom,
  ı've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.
  ın fourteen months ı've only smiled once and ı didn't do it consciously,
  somebody's got to find your trail,
  ı guess it's gonna be up to me.
  
  ıt was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
  ı'd just about convinced myself nothin' had changed that much.
  the old rounder in the iron mask, he slipped me the master key,
  somebody had to unlock your heart,
  he said it was up to me.
  
  well, ı watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club,
  ı would've followed you in the door but ı didn't have a ticket stub.
  so ı waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free,
  when the dawn came over the river bridge,
  ı knew it was up to me.
  
  oh, the only decent thing ı did when ı worked as a postal clerk
  was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where ı used to work.
  was ı a fool or not to protect your real identity?
  you looked a little burned out, my friend,
  ı thought it might be up to me.
  
  ı met somebody face to face, ı had to remove my hat.
  she's everything ı need and love but ı can't be swayed by that.
  ıt frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.
  but she ain't gonna make a move,
  ı guess it must be up to me.
  
  now we heard the sermon on the mount and ı knew it was too complex,
  ıt didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
  when you bite off more than you can chew you gotta pay the penalty,
  somebody's got to tell the tale,
  ı guess it must be up to me.
  
  dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the thunderbird cafe,
  crystal wanted to talk to him, ı had to look the other way.
  now ı just can't rest without your love, ı need your company.
  you ain't gonna cross the line,
  ı 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,
  ı guess it must be up to me.
  
  so go on, boys, 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,
  ı guess it must be up to me.
  
  ıf 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, ı blew it for you, free,
  no one else could play that tune,
  you know it was up to me.
• bob dylan dedemiz kendini yıllardır dinletmesine rağmen her yere keşfedilecek şarkılar saklamış. belki hızlı tüketmemek için kendimi kandırıyorum ama adam sonsuz üretmiş arkadaş.
  
  up to me şarkısı da 35 yaşında ama benim için yeni doğan en bomba bootleg parçalarından biri.