Coming Up
Ani DiFranco Lyrics


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Our father who art in a penthouse
Sits in his 37th floor suite
And swivels to gaze down
At the city he made me in
He allows me to stand and
Solicit graffiti until
He needs the land I stand on
I'm my darkened threshold
Am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules
The urgent napkin poems
The matchbook phone numbers
All of which laundering has rendered pulpy
And strange, loose change and a key
Ask me
Go ahead, ask me
Go ahead, ahead ask me if I care
Go ahead, ask me if I care
I got the answer here
I wrote it down somewhere
I just gotta find it

Somebody and their spray paint got too close
Somebody came on too heavy
Now look at me made ugly
By the drooling letters
I was better off alone
Ain't that the way it is
They don't know the first thing
But you don't know that, how they take that
Until they take the first swing
My fingers are red and swollen from the cold
I'm getting bold in my old age
So go ahead, try the door
It doesn't matter anymore
I know the weak hearted are strong willed
And we are being kept alive
Until we're killed
He's up there
The ice is clinking in his glass
He sends me little pieces of paper
I don't ask
I just empty my pockets and wait

It's not fate
It's just circumstance
I don't fool myself with romance
I just live
Phone number to phone number
Dusting them against my thighs
In the warmth of my pockets
Which whisper history incessantly
Asking me
Where were you

I lower my eyes
Wishing I could cry more
And care less,
Yes it's true,
I was trying to love someone again
I was caught caring
Bearing weight
But I love this city, this state
This country is too large
And whoever's in charge up there
Had better take the elevator down
And put more than change in our cup
Or else we




Are coming
Up

Overall Meaning

Ani DiFranco’s “Coming Up” is a song about homelessness, gentrification, and the struggle for survival in a city that seems to have lost its soul. The first verse sets the scene: a wealthy, powerful man in a penthouse overlooking the city has the power to shape the fate of those below him. The singer, who is homeless and addicted, describes how she scrapes by, searching for scraps of writing materials and loose change. She contrasts the indifference of those in power with the desperation and resilience of those who are struggling.


The second verse shows the toll this struggle has taken on the singer. She has been beaten and assaulted by someone who disapproved of her graffiti on his property. Yet she still finds the strength to endure and continue fighting. The chorus is a call to action: those in power must do more to help those in need, or else they will be faced with a mass uprising. The final verse is a meditation on the passage of time, on how history whispers to us through the objects and memories we carry with us. Despite the pain and hardship, the singer remains committed to her city and state, and to the struggle for justice and dignity for all.


Overall, “Coming Up” is a powerful and poignant statement on the human cost of inequality and injustice in modern urban life.


Line by Line Meaning

Our father who art in a penthouse
The wealthy and powerful people in charge of society


Sits in his 37th floor suite
The highest levels of power and wealth, far removed from most people


And swivels to gaze down
The powerful take pleasure in looking down on those beneath them


At the city he made me in
Society shapes and influences everyone in it, even those who criticize it


He allows me to stand and
Individual expression is only allowed if it doesn't threaten those in power


Solicit graffiti until
The only form of creative expression allowed is temporary and can easily be erased


He needs the land I stand on
Those in power can take away anything they want, including the physical space where one stands


I'm my darkened threshold
Anxiety and depression can make it hard to leave home and engage with the world


Am pawing through my pockets
Searching for any scrap of hope or inspiration, even in mundane things


The receipts, the bus schedules
Even in the most ordinary things, there are hints of meaning and history


The urgent napkin poems
Creativity and expression can come from unexpected places and moments


The matchbook phone numbers
Connections with other people can be fleeting and transitory


All of which laundering has rendered pulpy
The search for meaning can sometimes turn up nothing but mush


And strange, loose change and a key
Life can be mysterious and full of small details that don't add up


Ask me
Challenging others to question and engage with the world


Go ahead, ask me
Urging others not to be afraid to confront the harsh realities of life


If I care
Asking if it's worth it to keep caring and fighting for a better world


I got the answer here
The answer is within oneself if one is willing to look for it


I wrote it down somewhere
One may not always remember the answer but it's important to keep searching for it


I just gotta find it
The answer is always there, waiting to be discovered


Somebody and their spray paint got too close
Those in power sometimes see any form of dissent or rebellion as a threat


Somebody came on too heavy
Attempts to resist or fight back against the powerful can sometimes be seen as aggression


Now look at me made ugly
Those in power use their influence to discredit or demonize anyone who challenges them


By the drooling letters
Negative messages and propaganda can be insidious and hard to ignore


I was better off alone
Sometimes it's easier to give up and withdraw from the world than keep fighting


Ain't that the way it is
Life can be unjust and cruel, with no easy answers or solutions


They don't know the first thing
Those in power often don't truly understand or care about the people they rule over


But you don't know that, how they take that
Even small acts of resistance or defiance can be seen as threats to those in power


Until they take the first swing
Violence and aggression are often used against those who challenge the status quo


My fingers are red and swollen from the cold
Living in poverty and hardship takes a physical toll on the body


I'm getting bold in my old age
With age comes experience and a greater willingness to speak out and fight back


So go ahead, try the door
Challenging those in power to try and stop her from speaking up


It doesn't matter anymore
Once one has nothing left to lose, there's no reason to hold back


I know the weak hearted are strong willed
Those who have suffered the most are often the most resilient and determined


And we are being kept alive
Despite the hardships of life, there is still a glimmer of hope and determination to keep going


Until we're killed
Sometimes the struggle for justice and equality can come at a great cost, even one's life


He's up there
The powerful are always above, looking down on those below


The ice is clinking in his glass
The wealthy and powerful enjoy their luxury while ignoring the struggles of others


He sends me little pieces of paper
The powerful may throw crumbs to the needy, but it's never enough to make a real difference


I don't ask
The powerless often have to take what they can get and not question it


I just empty my pockets and wait
Hoping for a better tomorrow even if it seems unlikely


It's not fate
The course of one's life is shaped by human decisions and actions, not divine intervention


It's just circumstance
Luck and chance play a role in life, but so do human choices and social structures


I don't fool myself with romance
Reality can be harsh and unforgiving, so one must face it without illusions


I just live
Surviving and making the most of what one has, even in difficult circumstances


Phone number to phone number
Trying to connect with others even in a society where people are isolated and disconnected


Dusting them against my thighs
The details of everyday life can provide comfort and a sense of continuity


In the warmth of my pockets
Finding solace and protection from the world by keeping things close at hand


Which whisper history incessantly
The objects and people we encounter every day are full of stories and memories


Asking me
The world and its inhabitants are constantly challenging us to think and act in new ways


Where were you
Where have you been and what have you done to make a difference in the world?


I lower my eyes
Sometimes it's hard to face the harsh truths of the world


Wishing I could cry more
Feeling overwhelmed and powerless in the face of injustice and suffering


And care less,
Wishing one could detach from the world and not feel so deeply


Yes it's true,
Acknowledging the harsh realities of life


I was trying to love someone again
Hoping for a connection and some sense of meaning in life


I was caught caring
Realizing that caring about others can be painful and frustrating in an indifferent world


Bearing weight
The weight of the world and its problems can be crushing and demoralizing


But I love this city, this state
Despite its flaws and injustices, there is still something worth loving and fighting for in the world


This country is too large
The problems of the world are too big for any one person to solve alone


And whoever's in charge up there
Challenging those in power to take responsibility for the welfare of all people, not just themselves


Had better take the elevator down
Get out of their ivory tower and engage with the real world and its problems


And put more than change in our cup
Real and substantial action is needed to address the injustices and suffering of the world


Or else we
If change doesn't come, then there will be consequences


Are coming
The oppressed and marginalized will not stay silent, but will rise up and fight for their rights


Up
Challenging those in power and demanding a better world




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ANI DI FRANCO

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David Nowlin

one of the most powerful poems i've ever read

mariellemaple

f-ing poet woman! love her forever

C C

"I am a darkened threshold."

phyrestorm999

My favorite part is the outtakes of the other poem at the end.

Erin Brown

Thank You!!

Brooklyn Butterfield

Fuck. LMAO

François Wathelet

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