Get Up, Get Up, Get Up, Get Up off the floor
Baby I’m...Baby I’m back again
What have you done with yourself this time
C’mon and get up on off the floor
Why, why, why every time I leave
You think I’m never coming back?
And every time, it’s something else, your deepest fear
There’s some kind of shortage there
Oh God No!
Look at your eyes!
Now you’ve gone and really done it this time!
Breathe...why don’t you!
Show some signs of life
The last time I saw you. you were
well, everything was right
So if this is some kind of cry for help
then help shoulda’ come here last night
You lie, you lie in this pool of junk
You kinda don’t even look real
This is nothing in the way of entertainment for me
And you stare straight ahead so surreal
Oh God No!
Look at your eyes!
Now you’ve gone and really done it this time!
Breathe...why don’t you!
Show some signs of life
Dedicated to Linda "Heide" Ballweg
When I was a student at the University of Wisconsin - Madison, I had a friend whose name was LInda Ballweg. For some reason, I gave everyone nicknames and I would call her "Heide". At this point I'm not sure why, but I'm sure that it was funny. The summer after we all graduated Heide stayed in Madison and most of the rest of us left to start taking on the world. Heide's apartment was hot and I'm not sure if I remember this exactly, but she got a prescription for some ailment, like asthma or something and the pharmacy gave her the wrong prescription and she died in that apartment of anaphylactic shock. And was found in there 5 days later. (I think that is right... if it isn't, write me... but this song is for her)
