Lyrics I didn’t expect to see you here - I mean outside, smoking. I’m more of a nicorette girl these days. I’m joking. I mean - I did quit. But who feels like joking now? I’ll see you your scowl And raise you a furrowed brow. Anyway. Anyway. Do you remember how we used to read Rilke, Joyce? And we barely understood it, But it gave us a voice Or a language… I don’t read poetry anymore. But if I did, I’d be reading it tonight for sure. Oh. Oh. I keep thinking about how the timing seems false. How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse. And others go so slow. Like this morning Feels like a month ago. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Anyway. Anyway. There’s this building you pass On the subway to Queens. It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green. It’s covered in tags, Bright hieroglyphics. These fifteen-year-olds - They’re so fucking prolific. I’m commuting, I’m eating my goddamn apple And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel. But whatever, It’s like they know their odds. If you're gonna die young, You'd better live like gods. Gods. Gods. And me? I’m not doing anything. I’m not helping or cleaning. I’m not even crying. I’m not doing anything. She’d be so goddamn helpful. Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I, I’m not writing her elegy. Not me. I’m not writing that down. They would scrawl her name on a city wall But I’m a fucking clown. I’m making jokes So I don’t drown. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Like the whole world is underwater. Like I’m screaming out underwater. I feel like I’m underwater these days. Anyways. Anyway. I didn’t expect to see you here. I mean - thanks for coming. I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing. I mean - it is dumb. But what if she can hear them pray? I mean what the fuck do we know? Who are we to say? If there was anyway. Anyway.
I REALLY want to hear Meghann sing this now- Lauren does such a wonderful job with all the Sam Brown songs, I bet Meghann would be great with this. (And I want more versions of this, because I can't get enough of this song!)
I'm not sure the written intention, but I also think it's someone talking to one of the guests at a friend's funeral. She could be talking to a mutual friend of the dead who she hasn't talked to in a long time or even address the dead friend at some point? I'm not sure. But either way it's a wonderful portrait of grief.
Well, this song is about a girl dealing with the loss of a friend-- the pain and anger, the overwhelming grief and sadness, the way you almost feel lost because someone who used to be such a big part of your life is now just... gone. Really, this song is someone exploring their grief after the loss of a loved one.
Kerrigan-Lowdermilk: Words & Music newsaboutsongsalbumsshowssheet musicconnect songs Anyway from Tales from the Bad Years I didn’t expect to see you here - I mean outside, smoking. I’m more of a nicorette girl these days. I’m joking. I mean - I did quit. But who feels like joking now? I’ll see you your scowl And raise you a furrowed brow. Anyway. Anyway. Do you remember how we used to read Rilke, Joyce? And we barely understood it, But it gave us a voice Or a language… I don’t read poetry anymore. But if I did, I’d be reading it tonight for sure. Oh. Oh. I keep thinking about how the timing seems false. How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse. And others go so slow. Like this morning Feels like a month ago. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Anyway. Anyway. There’s this building you pass On the subway to Queens. It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green. It’s covered in tags, Bright hieroglyphics. These fifteen-year-olds - They’re so fucking prolific. I’m commuting, I’m eating my goddamn apple And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel. But whatever, It’s like they know their odds. If you're gonna die young, You'd better live like gods. Gods. Gods. And me? I’m not doing anything. I’m not helping or cleaning. I’m not even crying. I’m not doing anything. She’d be so goddamn helpful. Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I, I’m not writing her elegy. Not me. I’m not writing that down. They would scrawl her name on a city wall But I’m a fucking clown. I’m making jokes So I don’t drown. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Like the whole world is underwater. Like I’m screaming out underwater. I feel like I’m underwater these days. Anyways. Anyway. I didn’t expect to see you here. I mean - thanks for coming. I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing. I mean - it is dumb. But what if she can hear them pray? I mean what the fuck do we know? Who are we to say? If there was anyway. Anyway.
Anyway from Tales from the Bad Years I didn’t expect to see you here - I mean outside, smoking. I’m more of a nicorette girl these days. I’m joking. I mean - I did quit. But who feels like joking now? I’ll see you your scowl And raise you a furrowed brow. Anyway. Anyway. Do you remember how we used to read Rilke, Joyce? And we barely understood it, But it gave us a voice Or a language… I don’t read poetry anymore. But if I did, I’d be reading it tonight for sure. Oh. Oh. I keep thinking about how the timing seems false. How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse. And others go so slow. Like this morning Feels like a month ago. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Anyway. Anyway. There’s this building you pass On the subway to Queens. It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green. It’s covered in tags, Bright hieroglyphics. These fifteen-year-olds - They’re so fucking prolific. I’m commuting, I’m eating my goddamn apple And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel. But whatever, It’s like they know their odds. If you're gonna die young, You'd better live like gods. Gods. Gods. And me? I’m not doing anything. I’m not helping or cleaning. I’m not even crying. I’m not doing anything. She’d be so goddamn helpful. Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I, I’m not writing her elegy. Not me. I’m not writing that down. They would scrawl her name on a city wall But I’m a fucking clown. I’m making jokes So I don’t drown. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Like the whole world is underwater. Like I’m screaming out underwater. I feel like I’m underwater these days. Anyways. Anyway. I didn’t expect to see you here. I mean - thanks for coming. I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing. I mean - it is dumb. But what if she can hear them pray? I mean what the fuck do we know? Who are we to say? If there was anyway. Anyway.
I didn’t expect to see you here - I mean outside, smoking. I’m more of a nicorette girl these days. I’m joking. I mean - I did quit. But who feels like joking now? I’ll see you your scowl And raise you a furrowed brow. Anyway. Anyway. Do you remember how we used to read Rilke, Joyce? And we barely understood it, But it gave us a voice Or a language… I don’t read poetry anymore. But if I did, I’d be reading it tonight for sure. Oh. Oh. I keep thinking about how the timing seems false. How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse. And others go so slow. Like this morning Feels like a month ago. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Anyway. Anyway. There’s this building you pass On the subway to Queens. It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green. It’s covered in tags, Bright hieroglyphics. These fifteen-year-olds - They’re so fucking prolific. I’m commuting, I’m eating my goddamn apple And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel. But whatever, It’s like they know their odds. If you're gonna die young, You'd better live like gods. Gods. Gods. And me? I’m not doing anything. I’m not helping or cleaning. I’m not even crying. I’m not doing anything. She’d be so goddamn helpful. Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I, I’m not writing her elegy. Not me. I’m not writing that down. They would scrawl her name on a city wall But I’m a fucking clown. I’m making jokes So I don’t drown. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. I feel like I’m underwater. Like the whole world is underwater. Like I’m screaming out underwater. I feel like I’m underwater these days. Anyways. Anyway. I didn’t expect to see you here. I mean - thanks for coming. I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing. I mean - it is dumb. But what if she can hear them pray? I mean what the fuck do we know? Who are we to say? If there was anyway. Anyway.
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8 years later and I'm still coming back to this best rendition of this song 🙏🏻
Same!
the "not me" actually gave me chills. Damn.
Who gave you that belt. You have the belt of the gods.
This sounds like Dennis from Always Sunny. lol
Her belt on "these days" breaks my heart every time. She's got this amazing way of weaving the anguish seamlessly in.
Anyone know where I can sell my soul for a voice like that?
oh my goodness - her tone and belt - amazing and emotion! Holy heck she's amazing and now i'm completely looking up everything she's every sung!
Lyrics
I didn’t expect to see you here -
I mean outside, smoking.
I’m more of a nicorette girl these days.
I’m joking.
I mean - I did quit.
But who feels like joking now?
I’ll see you your scowl
And raise you a furrowed brow.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Do you remember how we used to read
Rilke, Joyce?
And we barely understood it,
But it gave us a voice
Or a language…
I don’t read poetry anymore.
But if I did,
I’d be reading it tonight for sure.
Oh. Oh.
I keep thinking about how the timing seems false.
How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse.
And others go so slow.
Like this morning
Feels like a month ago.
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oh.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Anyway.
Anyway.
There’s this building you pass
On the subway to Queens.
It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green.
It’s covered in tags,
Bright hieroglyphics.
These fifteen-year-olds -
They’re so fucking prolific.
I’m commuting,
I’m eating my goddamn apple
And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel.
But whatever,
It’s like they know their odds.
If you're gonna die young,
You'd better live like gods.
Gods.
Gods.
And me?
I’m not doing anything.
I’m not helping or cleaning.
I’m not even crying.
I’m not doing anything.
She’d be so goddamn helpful.
Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I,
I’m not writing her elegy.
Not me.
I’m not writing that down.
They would scrawl her name on a city wall
But I’m a fucking clown.
I’m making jokes
So I don’t drown.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Like the whole world is underwater.
Like I’m screaming out underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater these days.
Anyways.
Anyway.
I didn’t expect to see you here.
I mean - thanks for coming.
I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing.
I mean - it is dumb.
But what if she can hear them pray?
I mean what the fuck do we know?
Who are we to say?
If there was anyway.
Anyway.
by 4:50, I was bawling. Wow. Fantastic performance
This is my new favorite song and this is my favorite version.
I'm still listening to this and basking in all of it's beauty! Lauren has such an amazing belt and voice!
PHEW. Blew me away.
Genuine. So genuine.
crap that BROKE my heart.
Oooh she's wonderful! I'm glad there's another "Anyway" up. I love Emma's but variety is good
How do you watch this and not cry
This showing is my fav by far. This needs to be released
She's so amazing!
This is a stunning performance in every way.
That belt holy heck
I REALLY want to hear Meghann sing this now- Lauren does such a wonderful job with all the Sam Brown songs, I bet Meghann would be great with this. (And I want more versions of this, because I can't get enough of this song!)
My favorite song of yours, thoroughly enjoyed an alternative version(:
CHILLS. Song gives me them feels.
Oh my God! This is one of my favorite songs from you two and this version completely blew me away! Geez!! 😳😍🙌
I love this version but the Andy Mientus version is my favorite
this was me who said this so long ago, i take it back now, this is my favorite version
GORGEOUS
So great to hear a new version of this song. I love it so much.
That was incredible!!!
beautiful song and performance! has anyone told her she looks so much like rose Byrne???
❤️❤️❤️
She reminds me a little bit of Samantha Barks :) She would be a great Eponine!
shes a v good singer! she interprets the lines differntly to how ive heard before which is interesting (eg. she says "fucking prolific" scarcasticly)
Anyone know what key this is in? Trying to buy sheet music but don't know which key to buy it in, I've been learning from this version
Could you guys share your interpretation on the meaning of this song? :)
To me it's about a girl talking to guests at her best friends funeral.
I'm not sure the written intention, but I also think it's someone talking to one of the guests at a friend's funeral. She could be talking to a mutual friend of the dead who she hasn't talked to in a long time or even address the dead friend at some point? I'm not sure. But either way it's a wonderful portrait of grief.
Well, this song is about a girl dealing with the loss of a friend-- the pain and anger, the overwhelming grief and sadness, the way you almost feel lost because someone who used to be such a big part of your life is now just... gone. Really, this song is someone exploring their grief after the loss of a loved one.
half of these views are mine
She's great and all, but I prefer Grace Bydalek's cover.
socrlax thanks for the tip! we hadn't watched that one yet. It's great! ruclips.net/video/RfoXWTf6NW0/видео.html
Vocally Grace isn't close in my opinion. She does seems to display more emotion though.
I completely disagree, I feel like Lauren doesn't display as much genuine emotion as Grace. I almost feel the emotion myself in Grace's voice.
socrlax we agree on the emotional aspect. Vocal ability and quality isn't close. She can't even hit all the notes.
Does anyone know what key this is in?
what musical is this from?
Tales from the Bad Years
Kerrigan-Lowdermilk: Words & Music newsaboutsongsalbumsshowssheet musicconnect
songs
Anyway
from Tales from the Bad Years
I didn’t expect to see you here -
I mean outside, smoking.
I’m more of a nicorette girl these days.
I’m joking.
I mean - I did quit.
But who feels like joking now?
I’ll see you your scowl
And raise you a furrowed brow.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Do you remember how we used to read
Rilke, Joyce?
And we barely understood it,
But it gave us a voice
Or a language…
I don’t read poetry anymore.
But if I did,
I’d be reading it tonight for sure.
Oh. Oh.
I keep thinking about how the timing seems false.
How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse.
And others go so slow.
Like this morning
Feels like a month ago.
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oh.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Anyway.
Anyway.
There’s this building you pass
On the subway to Queens.
It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green.
It’s covered in tags,
Bright hieroglyphics.
These fifteen-year-olds -
They’re so fucking prolific.
I’m commuting,
I’m eating my goddamn apple
And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel.
But whatever,
It’s like they know their odds.
If you're gonna die young,
You'd better live like gods.
Gods.
Gods.
And me?
I’m not doing anything.
I’m not helping or cleaning.
I’m not even crying.
I’m not doing anything.
She’d be so goddamn helpful.
Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I,
I’m not writing her elegy.
Not me.
I’m not writing that down.
They would scrawl her name on a city wall
But I’m a fucking clown.
I’m making jokes
So I don’t drown.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Like the whole world is underwater.
Like I’m screaming out underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater these days.
Anyways.
Anyway.
I didn’t expect to see you here.
I mean - thanks for coming.
I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing.
I mean - it is dumb.
But what if she can hear them pray?
I mean what the fuck do we know?
Who are we to say?
If there was anyway.
Anyway.
3:03
Anyway
from Tales from the Bad Years
I didn’t expect to see you here -
I mean outside, smoking.
I’m more of a nicorette girl these days.
I’m joking.
I mean - I did quit.
But who feels like joking now?
I’ll see you your scowl
And raise you a furrowed brow.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Do you remember how we used to read
Rilke, Joyce?
And we barely understood it,
But it gave us a voice
Or a language…
I don’t read poetry anymore.
But if I did,
I’d be reading it tonight for sure.
Oh. Oh.
I keep thinking about how the timing seems false.
How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse.
And others go so slow.
Like this morning
Feels like a month ago.
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oh.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Anyway.
Anyway.
There’s this building you pass
On the subway to Queens.
It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green.
It’s covered in tags,
Bright hieroglyphics.
These fifteen-year-olds -
They’re so fucking prolific.
I’m commuting,
I’m eating my goddamn apple
And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel.
But whatever,
It’s like they know their odds.
If you're gonna die young,
You'd better live like gods.
Gods.
Gods.
And me?
I’m not doing anything.
I’m not helping or cleaning.
I’m not even crying.
I’m not doing anything.
She’d be so goddamn helpful.
Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I,
I’m not writing her elegy.
Not me.
I’m not writing that down.
They would scrawl her name on a city wall
But I’m a fucking clown.
I’m making jokes
So I don’t drown.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Like the whole world is underwater.
Like I’m screaming out underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater these days.
Anyways.
Anyway.
I didn’t expect to see you here.
I mean - thanks for coming.
I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing.
I mean - it is dumb.
But what if she can hear them pray?
I mean what the fuck do we know?
Who are we to say?
If there was anyway.
Anyway.
Anyway #New2RUclips Contest
I didn’t expect to see you here -
I mean outside, smoking.
I’m more of a nicorette girl these days.
I’m joking.
I mean - I did quit.
But who feels like joking now?
I’ll see you your scowl
And raise you a furrowed brow.
Anyway.
Anyway.
Do you remember how we used to read
Rilke, Joyce?
And we barely understood it,
But it gave us a voice
Or a language…
I don’t read poetry anymore.
But if I did,
I’d be reading it tonight for sure.
Oh. Oh.
I keep thinking about how the timing seems false.
How some days seem faster than my fucking pulse.
And others go so slow.
Like this morning
Feels like a month ago.
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oh.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Anyway.
Anyway.
There’s this building you pass
On the subway to Queens.
It’s on the L or the R or the one that’s green.
It’s covered in tags,
Bright hieroglyphics.
These fifteen-year-olds -
They’re so fucking prolific.
I’m commuting,
I’m eating my goddamn apple
And they’re secretly painting their Sistine Chapel.
But whatever,
It’s like they know their odds.
If you're gonna die young,
You'd better live like gods.
Gods.
Gods.
And me?
I’m not doing anything.
I’m not helping or cleaning.
I’m not even crying.
I’m not doing anything.
She’d be so goddamn helpful.
Well, fuck her for dying ’cause I,
I’m not writing her elegy.
Not me.
I’m not writing that down.
They would scrawl her name on a city wall
But I’m a fucking clown.
I’m making jokes
So I don’t drown.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater.
Like the whole world is underwater.
Like I’m screaming out underwater.
I feel like I’m underwater these days.
Anyways.
Anyway.
I didn’t expect to see you here.
I mean - thanks for coming.
I thought you’d oppose the use of religious rites as numbing.
I mean - it is dumb.
But what if she can hear them pray?
I mean what the fuck do we know?
Who are we to say?
If there was anyway.
Anyway.
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