The small details and emotions she adds to every word is incredible. She is so effortlessly talented and hilarious. She adds new meaning to every line of the song. Her facial expressions alone tell the story.
Although I have this songs thousands of times on my iPod, watching her perform it makes it so much better!! Her expressions are amazing! She is hysterical!!! "JUST BREATHE!" Best Part LOL!
So I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office It’s like light years off of campus don’t ask me why I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells. Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best I spend all my time just trying to get calm But it’s not working 'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho Who think being weird's a valuable use of time And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now. I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives When they took Manhattan But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis Cause I cannot find a place to get Calm It’s really hard you know I tried to take up yoga But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe Just breathe But every time I took in a breathe I visualized that life coach’s death She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre And she’s choking And choking And choking And finally she’s calm I’m sorry Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis But the fact that she went crazy And that seems well, apropos My professor just tosses back his head And a dry Manhattan I’m wondering which will him quicker The big apple or the liquor When suddenly I panic And I tell myself I must get someplace Calm I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow And I hop a train to Jersey Just as fast as any person can go Then 90 minutes out I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of There’s a real estate office right on the block I can afford a two bedroom I go into shock I think, what the heck I write a check Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry But mostly it’s calm Calm Calm Calm Calm Really calm Strangely calm Like times square at five A.M. calm Like totally freak me out calm Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm Damn it So I tear up my deposit And I head back to Penn station But of course the subway’s broken So I walk four miles home And like 14 hours later I get back to my apartment With my crazy spastic roommates And a room ,well, of my own I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall that says “my Manhattan” And I give it the finger But I let my gaze linger And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration. I sit on my bed And I realize I’m finally calm
I'm sorry but this was bugging me :') Well I'm not so impressed I hear like Philip Glass at best _I wish I could take a second to get calm_ But it's not working
I love this song! I bought the sheet music....but found that the lyrics are different to the ones she is singing....I've looked online and they are all like the sheet music. Can anyone tell me why this is and where I can find the version she is singing?
Sorry for being 5 years late but there’s two versions of this song. The original, sung here, references events in the show that might not make sense out of context while the other has more general things. I personally hate the alternative version and find it dumb but just replace the alternative lyrics and you’ll be good to go.
I had the same question so I wrote to Adam Gwon. He responded with this. I hope he doesn't mind if I share: "My initial idea for this project, before it evolved into the musical Ordinary Days, was to simply write a song cycle - an evening of self-contained, unrelated songs about characters in New York. So a few of the songs in Ordinary Days ("Calm" included) got their start as standalone cabaret numbers. I rewrote these early songs to contain more of the plot. So in "Calm," things like Deb referencing her notebook and what Warren said to her at the Met were newer lyrics that came once the plot of the show was in place." So the version you bought is actually the original!
So I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office It’s like light years off of campus don’t ask me why I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells. Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best I spend all my time just trying to get calm But it’s not working 'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho Who think being weird's a valuable use of time And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now. I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives When they took Manhattan But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis Cause I cannot find a place to get Calm It’s really hard you know I tried to take up yoga But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe Just breathe But every time I took in a breathe I visualized that life coach’s death She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre And she’s choking And choking And choking And finally she’s calm I’m sorry Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis But the fact that she went crazy And that seems well, apropos My professor just tosses back his head And a dry Manhattan I’m wondering which will him quicker The big apple or the liquor When suddenly I panic And I tell myself I must get someplace Calm I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow And I hop a train to Jersey Just as fast as any person can go Then 90 minutes out I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of There’s a real estate office right on the block I can afford a two bedroom I go into shock I think, what the heck I write a check Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry But mostly it’s calm Calm Calm Calm Calm Really calm Strangely calm Like times square at five A.M. calm Like totally freak me out calm Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm Damn it So I tear up my deposit And I head back to Penn station But of course the subway’s broken So I walk four miles home And like 14 hours later I get back to my apartment With my crazy spastic roommates And a room ,well, of my own I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall that says “my Manhattan” And I give it the finger But I let my gaze linger And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration. I sit on my bed And I realize I’m finally calm
So I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office It’s like light years off of campus don’t ask me why I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells. Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best I wish that I can take a second to get calm But it’s not working 'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho Who think being weird's a valuable use of time And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now. I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives When they took Manhattan But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis Cause I cannot find a place to get Calm It’s really hard you know I tried to take up yoga But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe Just breathe But every time I took in a breathe I visualized that life coach’s death She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre And she’s choking And choking And choking And finally she’s calm I’m sorry Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis But the fact that she went crazy And that seems well, apropos My professor just tosses back his head And a dry Manhattan I’m wondering which will him quicker The big apple or the liquor When suddenly I panic And I tell myself I must get someplace Calm I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow And I hop a train to Jersey Just as fast as any person can go Then 90 minutes out I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of There’s a real estate office right on the block I can afford a two bedroom I go into shock I think, what the heck I write a check Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry But mostly it’s calm Calm Calm Calm Calm Really calm Strangely calm Like times square at five A.M. calm Like totally freak me out calm Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm Damn it So I tear up my deposit And I head back to Penn station But of course the subway’s broken So I walk four miles home And like 14 hours later I get back to my apartment With my crazy spastic roommates And a room ,well, of my own I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall that says “my Manhattan” And I give it the finger But I let my gaze linger And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration. I sit on my bed And I realize I’m finally calm
I will forever and always be impressed by people who can pull off this song.
The small details and emotions she adds to every word is incredible. She is so effortlessly talented and hilarious. She adds new meaning to every line of the song. Her facial expressions alone tell the story.
Although I have this songs thousands of times on my iPod, watching her perform it makes it so much better!! Her expressions are amazing! She is hysterical!!! "JUST BREATHE!" Best Part LOL!
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER
She is incredible :) Such a great actress with a fab voice to go on top of it :D Love the balcony bit haha :D x
Sang along to this at the top of my lungs today.
As person who has adhd her performance in this song (and almost every song she's in honestly) and the whole song really speaks to me
Such an amazing performance... my absolute favorite!
Ordinary Days by Adam Gwon. It's wonderful.
Nice piece! And crazy piano part. 😊
This is amazing!! Wonderful music and fantastic comic timing. Thanks so much for this.
hahaha this is so much fun!! Such a chaotic energy, I LOVE IT
Lol! I love this song but it makes me stressed out just listenng!
Awsome!!!
So
I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office
It’s like light years off of campus
don’t ask me why
I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling
And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells.
Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan
Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best
I spend all my time just trying to get
calm
But it’s not working
'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho
Who think being weird's a valuable use of time
And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city
Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now.
I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives
When they took Manhattan
But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis
Cause I cannot find a place to get
Calm
It’s really hard you know
I tried to take up yoga
But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen
I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe
Just breathe
But every time I took in a breathe
I visualized that life coach’s death
She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre
And she’s choking
And choking
And choking
And finally she’s calm
I’m sorry
Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me
That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false
I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis
But the fact that she went crazy
And that seems well, apropos
My professor just tosses back his head
And a dry Manhattan
I’m wondering which will him quicker
The big apple or the liquor
When suddenly I panic
And I tell myself I must get someplace
Calm
I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow
And I hop a train to Jersey
Just as fast as any person can go
Then 90 minutes out
I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of
There’s a real estate office right on the block
I can afford a two bedroom
I go into shock
I think, what the heck
I write a check
Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry
But mostly it’s calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Really calm
Strangely calm
Like times square at five A.M. calm
Like totally freak me out calm
Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm
Damn it
So
I tear up my deposit
And I head back to Penn station
But of course the subway’s broken
So I walk four miles home
And like 14 hours later
I get back to my apartment
With my crazy spastic roommates
And a room ,well, of my own
I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall
that says “my Manhattan”
And I give it the finger
But I let my gaze linger
And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey
All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet
And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation
That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration.
I sit on my bed
And I realize I’m finally
calm
Michaela Strausba
I'm sorry but this was bugging me :')
Well I'm not so impressed I hear like Philip Glass at best
_I wish I could take a second to get calm_
But it's not working
Incredibly talented
Awesome! I love this :)
OMG MY DIRECTORRRRR WOOOORKKK
No one sings this like Kate does
freaking genius. thats all.
I love this song! I bought the sheet music....but found that the lyrics are different to the ones she is singing....I've looked online and they are all like the sheet music. Can anyone tell me why this is and where I can find the version she is singing?
What instrument?
If piano, you should follow find it easily
Sorry for being 5 years late but there’s two versions of this song. The original, sung here, references events in the show that might not make sense out of context while the other has more general things. I personally hate the alternative version and find it dumb but just replace the alternative lyrics and you’ll be good to go.
I had the same question so I wrote to Adam Gwon. He responded with this. I hope he doesn't mind if I share:
"My initial idea for this project, before it evolved into the musical Ordinary Days, was to simply write a song cycle - an evening of self-contained, unrelated songs about characters in New York. So a few of the songs in Ordinary Days ("Calm" included) got their start as standalone cabaret numbers. I rewrote these early songs to contain more of the plot. So in "Calm," things like Deb referencing her notebook and what Warren said to her at the Met were newer lyrics that came once the plot of the show was in place."
So the version you bought is actually the original!
@@joeottenthal3065 wow
And then, she will discover ASMR videos XD
How isn't this song on the Itunes album?x
haha this is so me
So
I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office
It’s like light years off of campus
don’t ask me why
I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling
And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells.
Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan
Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best
I spend all my time just trying to get
calm
But it’s not working
'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho
Who think being weird's a valuable use of time
And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city
Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now.
I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives
When they took Manhattan
But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis
Cause I cannot find a place to get
Calm
It’s really hard you know
I tried to take up yoga
But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen
I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe
Just breathe
But every time I took in a breathe
I visualized that life coach’s death
She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre
And she’s choking
And choking
And choking
And finally she’s calm
I’m sorry
Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me
That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false
I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis
But the fact that she went crazy
And that seems well, apropos
My professor just tosses back his head
And a dry Manhattan
I’m wondering which will him quicker
The big apple or the liquor
When suddenly I panic
And I tell myself I must get someplace
Calm
I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow
And I hop a train to Jersey
Just as fast as any person can go
Then 90 minutes out
I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of
There’s a real estate office right on the block
I can afford a two bedroom
I go into shock
I think, what the heck
I write a check
Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry
But mostly it’s calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Really calm
Strangely calm
Like times square at five A.M. calm
Like totally freak me out calm
Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm
Damn it
So
I tear up my deposit
And I head back to Penn station
But of course the subway’s broken
So I walk four miles home
And like 14 hours later
I get back to my apartment
With my crazy spastic roommates
And a room ,well, of my own
I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall
that says “my Manhattan”
And I give it the finger
But I let my gaze linger
And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey
All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet
And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation
That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration.
I sit on my bed
And I realize I’m finally
calm
So
I am on the 6th train heading uptown to my lit. professors office
It’s like light years off of campus
don’t ask me why
I’m sandwiched in-between this guy who’s literally drooling
And some European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells.
Woody Allen heard Gershwin in the air when he thought Manhattan
Well I’m not so impressed , I hear like Philip Glass at best
I wish that I can take a second to get
calm
But it’s not working
'Cause like, clearly, I'm a magnet for a special breed of psycho
Who think being weird's a valuable use of time
And my notebook likes to wander on its own across the city
Taking with it my whole thesis, which I need to write, like, now.
I don’t remember the Muppets getting hives
When they took Manhattan
But my own diagnosis says I’m creeping toward psychosis
Cause I cannot find a place to get
Calm
It’s really hard you know
I tried to take up yoga
But you’ll be surprised how many folks don’t think deodorant is Zen
I even saw a life coach who told me I should breathe
Just breathe
But every time I took in a breathe
I visualized that life coach’s death
She’s having brunch at cafÈ Pierre
And she’s choking
And choking
And choking
And finally she’s calm
I’m sorry
Anyway, I get to my profesor's and he sits me down and tells me
That my thesis on Virginia Woolf feels somehow false
I tell him what I’m working from is not so much a thesis
But the fact that she went crazy
And that seems well, apropos
My professor just tosses back his head
And a dry Manhattan
I’m wondering which will him quicker
The big apple or the liquor
When suddenly I panic
And I tell myself I must get someplace
Calm
I up and run toward Penn station like I swear my head was ready to blow
And I hop a train to Jersey
Just as fast as any person can go
Then 90 minutes out
I get off at some provincial hamlet I’ve never heard of
There’s a real estate office right on the block
I can afford a two bedroom
I go into shock
I think, what the heck
I write a check
Cause there’s sunlight, and closets, and laundry
But mostly it’s calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Calm
Really calm
Strangely calm
Like times square at five A.M. calm
Like totally freak me out calm
Like I’m gonna slowly go crazy and throw myself over the balcony calm
Damn it
So
I tear up my deposit
And I head back to Penn station
But of course the subway’s broken
So I walk four miles home
And like 14 hours later
I get back to my apartment
With my crazy spastic roommates
And a room ,well, of my own
I’ve got this black and white poster on my wall
that says “my Manhattan”
And I give it the finger
But I let my gaze linger
And I notice how the people look like tiny specks of grey
All haphazardly arranged just like they were in that Monet
And suddenly I'm struck with this bizarro revelation
That like, Warren's whacked out theory might deserve some exploration.
I sit on my bed
And I realize I’m finally
calm