ANYWAY (Tales from the Bad Years)

ANYWAY (Tales from the Bad Years) - BECCA COATES

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@rogsanpedro1412 6 жыл бұрын

Very well done! My favorite Kerrigan-Lowdermilk song. ❤

@Daerin_Candyz 7 жыл бұрын

I in love with her voice..😍

@ONENIGHTSTANDCABARET 7 жыл бұрын

Noworries 1012 THANK YOU! we super love Becca’s voice too!! she’s extremely talented!! ❤️

@funlove265 4 жыл бұрын

ONE NIGHT STAND CABARET Becca was my friend since Enfuego

@hannahgonzalez215 2 жыл бұрын

One of the best covers of this song ive heard

@ONENIGHTSTANDCABARET 2 жыл бұрын

Thank you so much! Hope you can watch the other videos on our channel as well! 😁

@Daerin_Candyz 7 жыл бұрын

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.