I’ve been trying out a new anthem for the last few weeks. It’s a little more upbeat than “The Fighter,”
but not quite as good for running up a long hill.
It’s “Keep Your Head Up,” by Andy Grammer:
I've got my hands in my pockets,
Its kinda hard to watch this life go by.
Skeptics mess with, the confidence in my eyes …
Am I gonna turn out fine?
Oh, you'll turn out fine.
Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine. …
I know it's hard, know its hard,
But you gotta keep your head up, oh,
And you can let your hair down, eh.
The funny thing about both of these songs – “The Fighter” and “Keep
Your Head Up” – is that my 11-year-old picked them out. Other than the music I listened to in high school, I really only know the songs that my son buys
on iTunes. There are about 20 of them, and they end up on my phone and then in my ear when I take my phone
jogging with me.
Does my sixth-grader know that these songs sometimes get me
through the day? Is there a wise purpose behind his selections, or is this blind
And if there is a wise purpose, what am I to understand from “Goofy
Goober Rock” from Spongebob Squarepants?
I’ll have to get back to you on that one. Happy new year.