I have been a Nik Kershaw fan for a long, long time. His early music was criticized for being too "bubble gum" but I thought the his use of proverbs to be stimulating to my imagination. My favorite song, of his, is "Wouldn't it Be Good", but I re-heard one of his tunes the other day that hit me between the ears. If you haven't heard "Get Up" before, take the time to listen.
This song exemplifies exactly how it feels, to me, to be suffering from the migraine malady and missing out on life. What hit me hardest was the fact that when the song played off the ipod in the car, my 15 year old daughter pointed out the obvious. "Dad, that song is about you!?".
I couldn't keep the tears from my eyes. You can hear "Get Up" on YouTube, but this is not the artist's video. I also found a good book on Amazon.com that I have ordered, but yet to read, with the same title. I'll give a review as soon as I finish it.
Here's the song from Youtube;
Here are the lyrics.
Get Up
It’s dark in there and you’re quite unaware
That the cracks on the ceiling are mocking you
Your airless bag, your dust in a shaft of light
And you think you might
Yeah you might stay there all day
Get up, get on your feet
Get up, don’t go back to sleep
Get up, life is bitter sweet
And it’s all going on without you
You’re safe in there, no sharks anywhere
Not a soul to get you doing what you don’t want
Go on pretend it’s Sunday again, it’s Sunday again
It’s so warm in there, feels like camembert
All the things you’d do if only you had the energy
You bargain for just ten minutes more of this
When a prince’s kiss
Turns you into a swan
Dream on
Get up, get on your feet
Get up, don’t go back to sleep
Get up, life is bitter sweet
And it’s all going on without you
Get Up
It’s dark in there and you’re quite unaware
That the cracks on the ceiling are mocking you
Your airless bag, your dust in a shaft of light
And you think you might
Yeah you might stay there all day
Get up, get on your feet
Get up, don’t go back to sleep
Get up, life is bitter sweet
And it’s all going on without you
You’re safe in there, no sharks anywhere
Not a soul to get you doing what you don’t want
Go on pretend it’s Sunday again, it’s Sunday again
It’s so warm in there, feels like camembert
All the things you’d do if only you had the energy
You bargain for just ten minutes more of this
When a prince’s kiss
Turns you into a swan
Dream on
Get up, get on your feet
Get up, don’t go back to sleep
Get up, life is bitter sweet
And it’s all going on without you
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