Come back another day :: SOTD

SOTD, Song of the Day, music, lyrquediscorde

“Overkill” :: Men At Work
from the Album, Cargo (1983)

“I can’t get to sleep,
I think about the implications of diving in too deep,
and possibly the complications.
Especially at night,
I worry over situations.
I know I’ll be alright,
it’s just overkill.”

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Keep Art Alive :: Art by schnin

Insomnia is a condition that is nearly impossible to truly describe. Those who understand are those who wrestle through the night with Ladysleep, and all her whims and fickled nature. In the silent hours of what some call the middle of the night time seems to slow, the world itself seeming to pause. It can feel as if there is nothing but your thoughts to share space with.

Fear and worry all come to play when time shifts to that sleepless crawl. They come with party hats and streamers. Stress and her true love Regret, they show up, too, each carrying cans of gawdy colored paint to throw all over the walls and mark up your skin with. The splattered words spell out all the weaknesses and insecurities that we try to swallow down and ignore in the light of day. Our awake self begins to shrink and shake, and all that is left to do is face the carousers head on, or hide under your now too big comforter and hope they’ll just go away.

Sometimes we can convince ourselves it is only in our imaginations. We remind ourselves that we are over-thinkers and worse-case-scenario creators, as we try to lull ourselves with a haze of forced calm.

Sometimes we make up stories in our head. Self-created dramas that we can navigate and manipulate, and make our own. Other times we just let the music play over us, turning up the volume, attempting to re-set the beating of our own hearts to the time of the sonic beat.

It’s a midnight battle, one that many of us fight more nights than not, and in those tangles and tosses we are all alone. And that kind of loneliness, like insomnia, is something you just can’t completely describe. You either know it, or you don’t.

On the nights I “know” I try to remember that I will be alright, that it’s just another social engagement with Insomnia.

The Album Version:

and Colin Hay’s Acoustic Version:

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