Calm
Kate Wetherhead Lyrics
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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 this European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells.
Wood Allen, heard Gershwen in the air when he thought Manhattan
I spend all my time just trying to get
Calm
But it's not working
Cause like my lit professor told me I'm like flunking out of grad. School
I was not aware that flunking out of grad. School was a thing
But I've been spending all my saving paying rent and eating pizza
Not to mention that this morning I found my dog like
Died
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 visualize that life coach's death
She's having brunch at cafй Pierre
And she's choking
And choking
And choking
Till finally she's calm
I'm sorry
Anyway, my lit. Professor told me that my thesis on Virginia Woolf
Is dangerously close to winding up an incomplete
I tell him what I'm working from is not so much a thesis
It's the fact that she went crazy
And that seems so apropo
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 prudential hamlet I've never heard of
There's a real state 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 time 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
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 buildings line up perfectly in rows
And how the city has been planned
And how the city planning shows
And suddenly I'm stuck with this bizarre old inspiration
To like find a real solution and fix my model desolation
I sit on my bed
And I realize I'm finally
Calm
The song "Calm" by Kate Wetherhead conveys a sense of restlessness and anxiety that comes from academic and personal pressures. The song opens with the singer traveling to their professor's office from campus. They feel out of place, sandwiched between a man who's actively drooling and a European hipster who smells. The singer has just found out they could be flunking grad school and that their dog has died. They've tried several things to find calmness, such as yoga and life coaching, but none seem to work. The singer then runs away to New Jersey, finds a new apartment, but returns home realizing that calmness was always within them.
This song speaks about the struggles of a young academic who is unable to cope with the pressures of her professional and personal lives. It highlights how the pursuit of calmness can become an obsession, and how it is ultimately a state of mind that can only be achieved internally. The singer must leave the frenzied environment of New York City to find that inner peace by coming back to herself.
Line by Line Meaning
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 this European hipster who, well lets be honest, smells.
The singer is on her way to visit her professor and is unhappy with her current living and travelling conditions. She is stuck between two unpleasant people and is frustrated by the distance between her current location and the professor's office.
Wood Allen, heard Gershwen in the air when he thought Manhattan
Well I'm not so impressed, I hear like Philip lasted best
I spend all my time just trying to get
Calm
But it's not working
The singer is not as impressed by Manhattan as others are. She is frustrated by the fact that she is struggling to calm down and spends most of her time trying to find peace.
Cause like my lit professor told me I'm like flunking out of grad. School
I was not aware that flunking out of grad. School was a thing
But I've been spending all my saving paying rent and eating pizza
Not to mention that this morning I found my dog like
Died
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
The singer is struggling with several issues such as flunking out of grad school, the death of her dog, and the onset of mental health issues. She is having trouble finding peace, and is expressing frustration and desperation.
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 visualize that life coach's death
She's having brunch at cafй Pierre
And she's choking
And choking
And choking
Till finally she's calm
The artist has tried various methods to find calm, including yoga and seeing a life coach. However, she has grown tired of these methods and has even imagined her life coach's death. She is still searching for a way to achieve peace.
I'm sorry
Anyway, my lit. Professor told me that my thesis on Virginia Woolf
Is dangerously close to winding up an incomplete
I tell him what I'm working from is not so much a thesis
It's the fact that she went crazy
And that seems so apropo
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
The artist's professor tells her that her thesis is incomplete and needs work. She explains that she is using Virginia Woolf's experience with mental illness as a basis for her work, and her professor shows no interest. She is still searching for a way to calm herself.
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 prudential hamlet I've never heard of
There's a real state 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 time 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
The singer runs to Penn station and takes a train to Jersey in desperation. After finding a state office, she finds a calm space to rent a two-bedroom apartment. She is surprised and relieved by the calm of the new space.
Damn it
So
I tear up my deposit
And I head back to Penn station
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 buildings line up perfectly in rows
And how the city has been planned
And how the city planning shows
And suddenly I'm stuck with this bizarre old inspiration
To like find a real solution and fix my model desolation
I sit on my bed
And I realize I'm finally
Calm
The singer, frustrated with her new rental, tears up her deposit and goes back to Penn station, only to find out that the subway is broken. She walks four miles and eventually returns to her apartment. She has a moment of realization as she looks at a poster on her wall in which she notices the alignment of the buildings and the city's planning, which inspires her to find a way to fix her problems. She finally feels calm, albeit in an unexpected way.
Contributed by Emily T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@michaelastrausbaugh7666
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
@MsSyrena55
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
@MsSyrena55
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
@maggiekiley4434
I will forever and always be impressed by people who can pull off this song.
@carolinegilley717
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.
@BroadwayMusicalFreak
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!
@fearlesswanderer225
Such an amazing performance... my absolute favorite!
@RealGreenRanger33
Sang along to this at the top of my lungs today.
@georgiagraham9861
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
@carolioning
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER
@SaxVentures
This is amazing!! Wonderful music and fantastic comic timing. Thanks so much for this.
@napustangwattanakarn4535
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
@sarinaseoane4967
hahaha this is so much fun!! Such a chaotic energy, I LOVE IT