“A chain about your feet,” he says, “Now do as others do.”
As well as one of his loveliest guitar lines, ‘I Stayed Off Work Today‘ is constructed around a formal trick distinctive of Jake Thackray. Each verse and chorus sees a comic incident or situation escalated up the chain of command, climbing the echelons of mid-century British culture from a pilfering butcher to a devious angel. In each case, the higher authority, civil or religious, from whom answers or succour are sought is seen to be just as hollow and exploitative as the one beneath them. Let down by all social classes and estates (these pen portraits of roles inadequately fulfilled are in Jake’s most Chaucerian vein), the singer repeats the simple fact of love as a mantra of transcendent resistance. Or in the late Leonard Cohen’s words, ‘the only engine of survival‘.
Similar formal patterns appear in ‘The Statues‘ — where the speaker is disbelieved by first a constable, then an inspector, then a judge — and the song which is to some extent its mirror image, ‘Scallywag‘, with its final turn to ‘the local countess’. ‘The Remembrance‘ seems to offer the same treatment in reverse, narrowing its focus from a royal send-off down to an intimate confrontation with a young foreign soldier. I’d welcome suggestions, both of other examples and of where this strategy might come from: traditional English ballads? Or are there songs by Brassens and Brel which work the same way?
‘I Stayed Off Work Today’ begins with an act of truancy: the relationship it traces thus begins and ends in a rejection of social norms (‘I do not do as others do’). The singer is frank about premarital sex, and woke enough to do the shopping, but soon manifests a notable naivety. In each verse, he is equally capable of being surprised by the general mendacity of the world – ‘I’ll be blowed! … I was done’. Whether by temperament or by choice, he is never able to ‘Open up [his] eyes’ and be more alert next time; instead, he takes all his setbacks with an acquiescent grace. He is in fact, so focused on his relationship to the detriment of his physical and mental wellbeing as to inspire laughter from each of his tormentors (‘if he knew’), all of whom clearly understand their place in the social hierarchy far better than our hapless hero.
Two of the three following punishments also spring directly from the singer’s attempts to get back to his sweetheart: he tries to buy a flower, risks his life by escaping military service, and finally accepts death seemingly without a second thought. This could, I suppose, read as a sexist snicker at the lengths to which men will go for women; in a song as tender as this, I think it’s more of a political assault on the folly of putting trust in any of our flawed institutions. These institutions are inherently hostile (‘they can do me … as they do’) and encourage conformity even if it leads to killing:
“With a rifle in your hand,” he says,
“You’ll do as everyone would.”
The impossible demands they place on ordinary people lead to absurdity, a catch-22 situation which exposes the limits of this loaded system:
“With a chain about your feet,” he says,
“You’ll do as others do.
A chain about your feet,” he says,
“Now do as others do.”
If the singer’s heroic escape over the barracks wall is one token of his unbroken spirit, some of his diction suggests other forms of resistance: ‘poxy’, ‘ginnel’, ‘piffling’ and grammatical variance (‘I signs an I.O.U.’) rub up against the standardising practices of ‘the tricky old juridical’ with his ‘pettifoggery’ and ‘the rascally episcopal’. The length of many of the lines, the sheer wordiness of the song, might also suggest a kind of creative bucking of their strictures. The alternation between short and long lines is another beautiful touch, and Jake’s assonance – ‘pussyfooting butcherman’, ‘dangerous old angelface’ – is, as ever, in full force. There is much more to be said about this song – why, for instance, does the angel take the singer’s beloved ‘up the stairs’? When did she die? Is this an act of celestial sexual violence, or is it implied that she has been in some way complicit all along? – but I’ll conclude today with some brief thoughts on the religious context.
Although we might expect Jake to rail against the hypocrisies of civic life, it’s perhaps more striking to see this lifelong Catholic so systematically critique the church. One might imagine ‘I’ll be damned’ to carry more weight from the lips of a believer, but here even the apparent salvation of holy water inspires blasphemy: the fate of his soul is caught up in this zero-sum game. The bishop is a rascal, offering yet another false token (after the ‘dud’ shilling and the cheap meat passed off as prime cuts), and the conversion experience leads only to further subjugation: “Now a proper Christian, so down upon your knees.” If holy water is a trick and hell is only a boilerhouse for gullible fools, subject to the whim of capricious cherubs with no apparent theological justification, then this is a fearsomely critical view of faith, or at least its agents. Many other Thackray songs conclude with a turn towards heaven as the ultimate arbiter (‘Our Dog‘, to pick one, covered here by John Watterson), but there is no such comfort here. Instead, there is only venality that goes (almost) all the way to the top, and as in ‘Lah-di-Dah‘, earthly love – however fragile – is the only belief worth counting on.
PS: Something I didn’t discuss as much in the post is the economic side – the character precipitates this series of terrible events by refusing, for a single day, to sell his labour. He is scammed into paying over the odds for false goods, joins the army because of his desperate poverty (and does so using a coin which is later revealed to be invalid), and is dependent on the bishop visiting him in prison to have his most basic needs met. As much as anything else, the singer is kept in a state of complete financial subjugation, which leads him into situations of physical risk, with no form of social safety net. He could, of course, have saved himself by joining the side of the financial exploiters (‘Learn to do as I did’), but his refusal to do so means he is always on the losing side of the system. In this, and the series of picaresque mishaps it entails (most of them including jail time) he bears some similarity to the Little Fellow in Charlie Chaplin’s workplace satire, ‘Modern Times’.
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