Lauren Samuels | "Anyway" | Kerrigan-Lowdermilk
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- Lauren Samuels (We Will Rock You, Over The Rainbow) performs "Anyway" from TALES FROM THE BAD YEARS. "Kerrigan-Lowdermilk Live in London" was produced by United Theatrical. (St. James Studio in London, February 9, 2014).
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Kerrigan-Lowdermilk made their off-Broadway debut in 2006 with their adaptation of HENRY & MUDGE. They have also written THE UNAUTHORIZED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF SAMANTHA BROWN, THE WOMAN UPSTAIRS, WRONG NUMBER, and FLASH OF TIME. Their upcoming shows include THE BAD YEARS, REPUBLIC, and UNBOUND. Collectively, they have received the Larson Award, Dramatists Guild Fellowship, Kleban Award and Rogers Award. Their albums OUR FIRST MISTAKE and KERRIGAN-LOWDERMILK LIVE are on iTunes.
Videography: Jamie Scott-Smith / West End Video
Thumbnail photo: Darren Bell
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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.
Her belt on "these days" breaks my heart every time. She's got this amazing way of weaving the anguish seamlessly in.
Who gave you that belt. You have the belt of the gods.
This sounds like Dennis from Always Sunny. lol
I'm still listening to this and basking in all of it's beauty! Lauren has such an amazing belt and voice!
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!
by 4:50, I was bawling. Wow. Fantastic performance
Genuine. So genuine.
PHEW. Blew me away.
This is my new favorite song and this is my favorite version.
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.
crap that BROKE my heart.
How do you watch this and not cry
This showing is my fav by far. This needs to be released
She's so amazing!
Oooh she's wonderful! I'm glad there's another "Anyway" up. I love Emma's but variety is good
That belt holy heck
This is a stunning performance in every way.
CHILLS. Song gives me them feels.
My favorite song of yours, thoroughly enjoyed an alternative version(:
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!)
Oh my God! This is one of my favorite songs from you two and this version completely blew me away! Geez!! 😳😍🙌
That was incredible!!!
So great to hear a new version of this song. I love it so much.
GORGEOUS
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
❤️❤️❤️
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! czcams.com/video/RfoXWTf6NW0/video.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.
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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.
Does anyone know what key this is in?
Anyway #New2CZcams Contest
what musical is this 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.
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