Wow... wow. You have NO idea what this means to me. My daughter, I lost her when I found this song. Julia... god, she was amazing. Died at the age of 14. When she got sick, my husband and I couldn't keep it together and split up. He started smoking again, i did too for a short time. I dedicate the beginning to him, I didn't think he would show up at her funeral. He hated me, blamed me for her death. He also wasn't religious, I thought he would "oppose the use of religious rites". And those 15 year olds painting their sistine chapels... their odds aren't as good as we may believe. At that part, I just started sobbing. All of this just sums up how I felt at Jule's funeral. I couldn't accept her death, I just stood there, not doing anything, I felt like I was underwater. Gosh, Julia and I used to read poetry together. She loved Robert Frost, even though I didn't understand a fucking word. She was so much smarter than me... God, this song, it was written for her. As soon as i heard the sistine chapels part, I just lost it. Thnk you, for creating this masterpiece. It truly touched my life. The 'we' that the song is in the perspective of is the embodiment of my broken family.. thank you. I finally feel like I have a voice.
Reading this is such beauty. Thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for being strong enough to share what you felt. Love and prayers to you and your daughter. May she never be forgotten.
I just read this note - it's from so long ago, but I couldn't not reply. Thank you so much for sharing your story. It means the world to me that you found something you needed in this song when you were grieving - tho of course grieving never truly ends, it only evolves. I hope that your evolution and the evolution of your daughter's memory has led you to new places. I'm so sorry for your loss and I hope you are well these days.
Your words are so moving. I am so sorry for your loss of your precious daughter and all that unfolded following. I pray that you and your family find healing from your pain and suffering. My deepest condolences to you.
I really cannot explain my love for this song. The emotions it evokes. Her voice. The way she's not just singing the song, but she's acting it as well. The lyrics themselves are flawless. So touching.
these people also work VERY hard to get where they are. talent is part of it, but let's not forget the amount of dedication and training they put into their craft!
I love this song so much. The lyrics are incredible, but one of my favorite parts is the way that, no matter how flawlessly it's sung, the "I feel like I'm under water" line always makes me clench my jaw, because the music there is just a little too harsh. It really brings the pain of the character to the forefront. A+ work to Bree and Kait.
I think I have a new favorite K&L song. I don't know why, but I've fallen absolutely in love with this song since I first watched it and Emma just gives me chills here
This is so beautiful! The lyrics paint such a clear picture of a situation that, in less capable hands, might be melodramatic or sappy. This song is so tragically truthful and was performed so superbly, it captured me and I loved every nuance. Kerrigan and Lowdermilk, you are gifts to musical theatre.
That's one thing I love though is that you listen to it over and over and pick up more hints of the story that you missed. Soon you have a whole idea about where this song is, who's the singer, who she's singing too, her life, etc. After like 15 times of listening to it closely you've made your own idea to it, which I think is pretty cool. Take the song and discover what seems to be happening through all the amazing little details :)
Just a little unsure as to why these types of songs aren't the most popular on youtube. these people are born with inhuman talent, and more people are entertained by a person injuring themselves, or a dog walking on its hind legs
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 any way. Any way.
I come here when I'm down or in need of inspiration. I feel like Emma is telling a part of her own story, which is largely due to her own talent and craft, but absolutely a product of incredible writing. This. Song. Is. Amazing. I'm currently stumped writing my own song about the weight of inspiration, communication and creation/art. Now I feel realigned and connected to myself and feeling. Thank you! Ox
I love this girl so much! What a talent! I was fortunate to see her when she was in Wicked! Jesus her voice is just flawless! Hope she gets all the accolades she deserves
This song perfectly captures what I’ve been feeling these days surrounding what’s happening in our world. Thank you Kait and Brian for helping me find peace amidst the chaos ❤️
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.
Hey, I don’t know if the composers will read this. But just in case - in 2020, I lost a friend to a brain aneurysm. It was so out of the blue and devastating. She was someone I had lost touch with over the years, and her death was very difficult to process. This song helped a lot. Thank you so much for putting grief into words 💛
If my information is correct, this song is being added to "Tales from the Bad Years", which would mean that there really is no back story. Only what one can infer from this song. I do know what you mean though. Sometimes I wish that every one of the "Bad Years" songs were their own full show!
+Emma Norman SO so sorry, Emma. For what it's worth, we wrote this song that happens at the end of the same show about overcoming grief: ruclips.net/video/MBsNKSby6pQ/видео.html maybe it will help?
wow. this song is so well written, and Emma's performance is just unbelievable. my family has suffered so many losses in friends during these uncertain times, including a suicide, and this basically describes the thoughts that ran through my head when I found out. i did feel like I was underwater, and even nine months later, I still do when I think about it. such a tragic thing, and this video (and The Mad Ones) is what i come to as a musical theatre person if i just want to let go of all the pent up emotions that I've had during the day. Emma is a PHENOMENAL performer and you both are wonderful composers. thank you for always inspiring me to follow my dreams!
thank you for this note. The loss of a friend is such an ambiguous and challenging one and in these times, there have been so many kinds of loss piled on top of each other. We have to tease them out and press them into memory so we can process them. xox
Yes! I've been checking their website pretty much every day since this has been posted hoping the sheet music would be available. It's actually the perfect song for my voice =[
Is there going to be a time when Kerrigan-Lowdermilk are going to release a complete album of all their songs??? I'd love to catch them all live but I'm all the way in the Philippines :(
To anyone else wondering - the song's from "Tales from the bad years" and it looks very promising, the premise. Check it out on the Kerrigan-Loudermilk site. Haven't watch yet, but it souns really promising so I guess I recommend.
I really regret not being more persistant in trying to find the stage door in Sacramento... it would've been amazing to meet her after watching Wicked. :(
I am kinda afraid, 'cause I know that if I have the luck to live lomg enough, at some point in my live I' ll probably relate really deep to this song or to "I didn't say goodbye"
ill go first: this song is about two ex-lovers who dated in high school-collage and broke up a year or so after college. but they still have a few mutual friends. the person the singer is singing to (gonna call them the muse) moved country and the singer moved to the big city (NYC in this case). it's been years. one of their mutual friends died. and they both turned up to the funeral and are reflected what it was like back when they dated. they both never really got over the other but the singer definitely has too many issues that have been amplified by their grief.
I imagine it as an AU to one of their other musicals: (TW spoilers for the Mad Ones) instead of Kelly, here Sam is the one that dies and this is Kelly's reaction on her funereal. The person she is singing to is someone that also new Sam. They are not important, as I see this as Kelly grieving for Sam.
The Bad Years is the immersive house party version of Tales from the Bad Years. We've got our fingers crossed that it will go to production. In the meantime, check out THE MAD ONES this fall in NYC off-Broadway. You won't regret it.............
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.
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.
Not at all, for both questions. This song is really beautiful and emotional, the curse words are just 5 in total and are highlighting the regret and agner within the grief.
i bought the sheet music - alto version - but i think the key she's singing in is better for me and for the range requirements i was given..i contacted "kerrigan-lowdermilk" - thru the purchase website friday- about whether or not they provide free transposing and/or the soprano version after purchase. haven't heard back yet and in a rush...- new to this whole thing - going to use this as an audition song (first time auditioning for something ever and i'm 42:).. does anyone know if she's singing in the "official" soprano version or did she just transpose? I don't want to buy the soprano version if i'll end up having to figure out how to transpose it anyway (sorry couldn't get away without a pun)...
hi kerrigan and lowdermilk i just posted a cover of this if you'd like to check it out. it's not the best but i wanted to try it plus i love your music!!!
AMAZING VOICE. But, the only things that ruined her performance was the fact that she was hidden behind that hair. If she only brushed it behind her ears and didn't fold her arms or put them in her pockets so much, I wouldn't feel so disconnected from her performance. Not denying the fact that she has talent. She'd does. I LOVE her voice. And she's the best voice I've heard sing this song.
In my opinion, the arm folding and hair touching only added to the performance. The character is supposed to be very guarded and nervous. That's how it seems to me anyway. ☺
+Madeleine Tierney I see what you're saying, and, once upon a time, I would've agreed. But, there are things people can do to seem "guarded" without disconnecting themselves from their audience. When someone does something like looks down at their toes or folds their arms, their audience is immediately cut-off.
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.
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.
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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Wow... wow. You have NO idea what this means to me. My daughter, I lost her when I found this song. Julia... god, she was amazing. Died at the age of 14. When she got sick, my husband and I couldn't keep it together and split up. He started smoking again, i did too for a short time. I dedicate the beginning to him, I didn't think he would show up at her funeral. He hated me, blamed me for her death. He also wasn't religious, I thought he would "oppose the use of religious rites". And those 15 year olds painting their sistine chapels... their odds aren't as good as we may believe. At that part, I just started sobbing. All of this just sums up how I felt at Jule's funeral. I couldn't accept her death, I just stood there, not doing anything, I felt like I was underwater. Gosh, Julia and I used to read poetry together. She loved Robert Frost, even though I didn't understand a fucking word. She was so much smarter than me... God, this song, it was written for her. As soon as i heard the sistine chapels part, I just lost it. Thnk you, for creating this masterpiece. It truly touched my life. The 'we' that the song is in the perspective of is the embodiment of my broken family.. thank you. I finally feel like I have a voice.
Adia Addley your story is so tragic and I’m so glad you can express your emotions with this song
Reading this is such beauty. Thank you for sharing your story. Thank you for being strong enough to share what you felt. Love and prayers to you and your daughter.
May she never be forgotten.
sorry
I just read this note - it's from so long ago, but I couldn't not reply. Thank you so much for sharing your story. It means the world to me that you found something you needed in this song when you were grieving - tho of course grieving never truly ends, it only evolves. I hope that your evolution and the evolution of your daughter's memory has led you to new places. I'm so sorry for your loss and I hope you are well these days.
Your words are so moving. I am so sorry for your loss of your precious daughter and all that unfolded following. I pray that you and your family find healing from your pain and suffering. My deepest condolences to you.
I really cannot explain my love for this song. The emotions it evokes. Her voice. The way she's not just singing the song, but she's acting it as well. The lyrics themselves are flawless. So touching.
Petition for Emma Hunton to sing every song ever
these people also work VERY hard to get where they are. talent is part of it, but let's not forget the amount of dedication and training they put into their craft!
I love this song so much. The lyrics are incredible, but one of my favorite parts is the way that, no matter how flawlessly it's sung, the "I feel like I'm under water" line always makes me clench my jaw, because the music there is just a little too harsh. It really brings the pain of the character to the forefront. A+ work to Bree and Kait.
I think I have a new favorite K&L song. I don't know why, but I've fallen absolutely in love with this song since I first watched it and Emma just gives me chills here
This is so beautiful! The lyrics paint such a clear picture of a situation that, in less capable hands, might be melodramatic or sappy. This song is so tragically truthful and was performed so superbly, it captured me and I loved every nuance. Kerrigan and Lowdermilk, you are gifts to musical theatre.
Anyone else keep coming back to this song?
That's one thing I love though is that you listen to it over and over and pick up more hints of the story that you missed. Soon you have a whole idea about where this song is, who's the singer, who she's singing too, her life, etc. After like 15 times of listening to it closely you've made your own idea to it, which I think is pretty cool. Take the song and discover what seems to be happening through all the amazing little details :)
Bought the alto sheet music for this today, bless this team for making the sheet music available in pretty much every vocal range.
Just a little unsure as to why these types of songs aren't the most popular on youtube. these people are born with inhuman talent, and more people are entertained by a person injuring themselves, or a dog walking on its hind legs
She's an amazing singer, her portrayal of elphaba is amazing and this is perfection..
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 any way.
Any way.
I come here when I'm down or in need of inspiration. I feel like Emma is telling a part of her own story, which is largely due to her own talent and craft, but absolutely a product of incredible writing. This. Song. Is. Amazing. I'm currently stumped writing my own song about the weight of inspiration, communication and creation/art. Now I feel realigned and connected to myself and feeling. Thank you! Ox
What a lovely compliment. Thank you so much!!! We adore Emma. LOVED working with her on this.
All the emotions in this are so well thought out
I'm back 10 years later...this song and performance really touched my soul. Beautiful.
I love this girl so much! What a talent! I was fortunate to see her when she was in Wicked! Jesus her voice is just flawless! Hope she gets all the accolades she deserves
This song perfectly captures what I’ve been feeling these days surrounding what’s happening in our world. Thank you Kait and Brian for helping me find peace amidst the chaos ❤️
I feel like this is the epilogue to Next to Normal...
THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING
Totally changed how I viewed this song 😍
@@oobietheboobie n 0qns s pl
I’ve been listening to this on repeat. Chills every single time. The emotion in her voice is overwhelming in the best way.
I can't pull myself from this piece. You all did something very special here.
This is absolutely fantastic. Definitely one of the best K&L songs out there. And Emma Hunton is spot on as always.
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.
This is an amazing song and expresses everything
Hey, I don’t know if the composers will read this. But just in case - in 2020, I lost a friend to a brain aneurysm. It was so out of the blue and devastating. She was someone I had lost touch with over the years, and her death was very difficult to process. This song helped a lot. Thank you so much for putting grief into words 💛
Jesus the best version ever! I was her in Wicked! She is amazing!
If my information is correct, this song is being added to "Tales from the Bad Years", which would mean that there really is no back story. Only what one can infer from this song. I do know what you mean though. Sometimes I wish that every one of the "Bad Years" songs were their own full show!
I just saw Kerrigan perform this live! Great song.
AMAZING. I can't stop watching this. Perfection.
i just lost my Mum. This song just about sums it up. Underwater.
+Emma Norman
+Emma Norman SO so sorry, Emma. For what it's worth, we wrote this song that happens at the end of the same show about overcoming grief: ruclips.net/video/MBsNKSby6pQ/видео.html maybe it will help?
+Emma Norman Lots of love.
I feel like that happens ALL THE TIME with Kerrigan and Lowdermilk songs! It's amazing.
Wow, just wow! The song is stunning and her performance is just incredible, so passionate and emotional. As others have said, new favourite K&L song!
wow. this song is so well written, and Emma's performance is just unbelievable. my family has suffered so many losses in friends during these uncertain times, including a suicide, and this basically describes the thoughts that ran through my head when I found out. i did feel like I was underwater, and even nine months later, I still do when I think about it. such a tragic thing, and this video (and The Mad Ones) is what i come to as a musical theatre person if i just want to let go of all the pent up emotions that I've had during the day. Emma is a PHENOMENAL performer and you both are wonderful composers. thank you for always inspiring me to follow my dreams!
thank you for this note. The loss of a friend is such an ambiguous and challenging one and in these times, there have been so many kinds of loss piled on top of each other. We have to tease them out and press them into memory so we can process them. xox
I love this song so MUCH.
I can't get enough of this song at the moment!
This is a song I always come back to when I need to hear it. It's just perfect. I'm also wondering if this is in The Mad Ones...
It's from Tales from the bad years.
Oh my gosh. I have Listened to this so many times. Love at first play. :o
Both this song and performance are INCREDIBLE. I can't stop hitting the replay button.
beautiful. just beautiful … can't take my eyes off of her. and the song is simply brilliant. so real and true and authentic … beautiful!
I CAN NOT stop listening to this tonight!! Can we at least get an instrumental?
***** Thank you so much!! I just love this song!
Wow. This version is amazingly sung and performed. So vocally accurate and the emotion is poignant. This song. So very special and touching.
Yes! I've been checking their website pretty much every day since this has been posted hoping the sheet music would be available. It's actually the perfect song for my voice =[
This is so good. So, so good.
Can't stop watching this. It's so stunning.
Is there going to be a time when Kerrigan-Lowdermilk are going to release a complete album of all their songs???
I'd love to catch them all live but I'm all the way in the Philippines :(
boy howdy have i got new for you (like, several years too late, but still)
OBSESSED. Can't stop watching!
Ugh, so perfect. Emma's voice is so beautiful.
I saw her live in Wicked(Elphaba)!! She's amazing
Ah same!
jay wass yay!! :) awesome, she is so amazing, isn't she?
yep!
i actually got a playbill signed by her
Ruth Sumo unfortunately when i went to go see Wicked with her as Elphaba, she was out. I was sad, but the replacement was really good. :)
Gorgeous performance
Emma Hunton you shining star! Beautiful song guys x
Such a beautiful voice!
She kills it , brava!
LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!!
perfection.
I love her
top 10 people singers actors humans of all time
Am I the only one who gets Demi Lovato vibes from her in this song?
Also this is the most perfect rendition of this song
why?
@jayce Lee the raspy, smoky, piercing voice and amazing belting
Wow. Just wow.
To anyone else wondering - the song's from "Tales from the bad years" and it looks very promising, the premise. Check it out on the Kerrigan-Loudermilk site. Haven't watch yet, but it souns really promising so I guess I recommend.
Please publish the sheet music for this! I'm dying to sing it!
this is amazing
This was gorgeous. I also need Ben Frankhauser to perform this immediately lmao.
I just saw her on a rerun of the drew carry show, she had talent when she was little.
god this was amazing.
I really regret not being more persistant in trying to find the stage door in Sacramento... it would've been amazing to meet her after watching Wicked. :(
I really like this girl.
I wish I knew the background of this song... I mean, it's obviously a funeral, but it seems like there's so much more to this story that I don't know.
What musical is this from? Is it Tales From The Bad Years? Or....
That's my girl.
I've become so obsessed with us. it's GOLD. sheet music?
You haven't heard this song until you listen to Rachel Tucker singing it
is this the emma hunton currently on tour as elphaba? I just saw her this past weekend! she sounds like her...
yes it is
I am kinda afraid, 'cause I know that if I have the luck to live lomg enough, at some point in my live I' ll probably relate really deep to this song or to "I didn't say goodbye"
At least 50 of these views are from me alone.
wow
what do you think the story to this song is? I have my own personal one but it'd be interesting to hear other takes
ill go first: this song is about two ex-lovers who dated in high school-collage and broke up a year or so after college. but they still have a few mutual friends. the person the singer is singing to (gonna call them the muse) moved country and the singer moved to the big city (NYC in this case).
it's been years. one of their mutual friends died. and they both turned up to the funeral and are reflected what it was like back when they dated. they both never really got over the other but the singer definitely has too many issues that have been amplified by their grief.
I imagine it as an AU to one of their other musicals: (TW spoilers for the Mad Ones) instead of Kelly, here Sam is the one that dies and this is Kelly's reaction on her funereal. The person she is singing to is someone that also new Sam. They are not important, as I see this as Kelly grieving for Sam.
Sheet music. Please
When will sheet music be available for purchase?
guitar chords?
Was this/Is this a part of a full show? (please say jes)
It's part of the musical Tales from the Bad Years
The Bad Years is the immersive house party version of Tales from the Bad Years. We've got our fingers crossed that it will go to production. In the meantime, check out THE MAD ONES this fall in NYC off-Broadway. You won't regret it.............
Anyone know where to get karaoke for this
She kind of looks like Sierra Boggess
Anyway #New2RUclips Contest
Is the sheet music for this available as a digital download?
Can someone please tell me the story about this song?
Does anyone know where I can find sheet music for this?
newmusicaltheatre.com
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.
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.
is it weird to use this for an audition??? or is the profanity too much???
Not at all, for both questions. This song is really beautiful and emotional, the curse words are just 5 in total and are highlighting the regret and agner within the grief.
i bought the sheet music - alto version - but i think the key she's singing in is better for me and for the range requirements i was given..i contacted "kerrigan-lowdermilk" - thru the purchase website friday- about whether or not they provide free transposing and/or the soprano version after purchase. haven't heard back yet and in a rush...- new to this whole thing - going to use this as an audition song (first time auditioning for something ever and i'm 42:).. does anyone know if she's singing in the "official" soprano version or did she just transpose? I don't want to buy the soprano version if i'll end up having to figure out how to transpose it anyway (sorry couldn't get away without a pun)...
Check the video desription
hi kerrigan and lowdermilk i just posted a cover of this if you'd like to check it out. it's not the best but i wanted to try it plus i love your music!!!
Share on social media with the hashtag #KLCover so we can find it!
Does she kinda remind anyone else of a more talented Demi Lovato, or is that just me?
She isn't great at Diva Tag, but dang can she perform this song.
AMAZING VOICE.
But, the only things that ruined her performance was the fact that she was hidden behind that hair. If she only brushed it behind her ears and didn't fold her arms or put them in her pockets so much, I wouldn't feel so disconnected from her performance. Not denying the fact that she has talent. She'd does. I LOVE her voice. And she's the best voice I've heard sing this song.
In my opinion, the arm folding and hair touching only added to the performance. The character is supposed to be very guarded and nervous. That's how it seems to me anyway. ☺
+Madeleine Tierney I see what you're saying, and, once upon a time, I would've agreed. But, there are things people can do to seem "guarded" without disconnecting themselves from their audience. When someone does something like looks down at their toes or folds their arms, their audience is immediately cut-off.
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.
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.
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.