Song of the Day #4,212: ‘Up’ – Sing Street

Best Movies of the 2010s
#13 – Sing Street (2016)

I didn’t deliberately set out to make a Top 20 of the Decade list that looks a lot different than all the ones I’ve read across the web. But only a handful of my titles are showing up on those “professional” lists.

John Carney’s Sing Street wasn’t properly appreciated when it came out three years ago and it’s certainly not getting its due now, but for my money it’s one of the greatest coming-of-age tales and one of the greatest music movies ever made.

The 80s-set film follows Irish teen Conor Lawlor as he invents a band to impress a girl then discovers music is his true calling. It’s a love story on many different levels, from Conor’s relationships with his bandmates, girlfriend and brother, to his passion for the songwriting craft.

The movie is so alive with the sense of discovery and creativity, it’s like watching a flower bud bloom into a kaleidoscope.

Check out the scene in which today’s SOTD appears. Carney starts with Conor and his songwriting partner figuring out the tune on guitar and piano, then circles the room, gradually introducing new band members until arriving at the finished product.

It’s a metaphor for Conor himself, who starts out tentative and shy but grows in confidence and swagger throughout the film.

Crucially for a movie about a band, Sing Street‘s songs are excellent. In addition to a host of great tracks from 80s New Wave bands, the original songs blend those period influences in fabulous ways. At least one song, ‘Drive It Like You Stole It,’ has become a permanent staple in my family’s musical rotation.

While Sing Street enjoyed critical praise on a level with Carney’s 2007 film Once, it did not match that movie’s box office, let alone spawn a Tony-winning Broadway musical. I hope it’s not too late for this gem to find an audience.

[Verse 1]
It’s two o’clock on the edge of the morning
She’s running magical circles around my head
I hitch a ride on a dream she’s driving
She turns to kiss me, I crash back into bed
Across the street on a grayed out Monday
I see the girl with the eyes I can’t describe
And suddenly it’s a perfect Sunday
And everything is more real than life

[Pre-Chorus]
I think I’m back in the dream
I think I’m back on the ceiling
It’s such a beautiful feeling

[Chorus]
Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

[Verse 2]
You find a mystery bound in perfection
You’ve got to read, but you don’t wanna reach the end
‘Cause what if everything beautiful’s fiction
And this reality’s just pretend?

[Pre-Chorus]
And then I’m back in the dream
I’m looking up at the ceiling
It’s such a beautiful feeling

[Chorus]
Going up
She lights me up
She breaks me up
She lifts me up

[Verse 3]
Up to the stars she shows me
Dame Street, George’s Street, miles below me
Up where the world won’t let us down
(Na, na, na, na)

[Chorus]
Going up
(It’s two o’clock on the edge of the morning)
She lights me up
(She’s running magical circles around my head)
She breaks me up
(I hitch a ride on a dream she’s driving)
She lifts me up

5 thoughts on “Song of the Day #4,212: ‘Up’ – Sing Street

  1. Maddie says:

    I love love love Sing Street and I’m so glad that it’s made your list. It would certainly be on mine. 🙂

  2. Dana Gallup says:

    I loved this movie as well. Thank you for reminding me about it

  3. Peg says:

    Sounds like a movie to look for 😊

  4. Amy says:

    I’m intrigued by many of the films on your list. I remember liking this film a lot, but top 20 of the decade? Hmmmmm.

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