Ordinary Days Cast, Saturday at the Met Lyrics from "Ordinary Days"
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Saturday at the Met Lyricsby Ordinary Days Cast. From Ordinary Days Saturday at the Met by Ordinary Days Cast DEB Here’s one thing you should know about me. My sense of direction is irrefutable It’s a trait that’s so innate That it’s absolutely indisputable I always know which way is north, no matter where I go. So I don’t understand why I can’t find my way through the fucking Metropolitan Museum! I got an email, “Dear Deb, We should meet so I can give you back your book.” Okay. Another email, “Dear Deb.” WARREN “Dear Deb.” DEB & WARREN “We should meet somewhere in public so you won’t think I’m a crook.” WARREN “At the Met museum in room twenty-one there’s a landscape by Monet You can’t miss it! So I’ll see you there at half past twelve this coming Saturday.” DEB Okay, first of all. Who doesn’t just say, “Let’s meet at Starbucks.” The Met museum is friggin immense. And secondly, the Met’s the only place in New York City Where the traffic patterns don’t make sense. Sure, they’ve got a map, oh, excuse me, a plan, as they call it But it isn’t worth my spit. You’d be better off following bread crumbs Through this godforsaken museum. JASON Hey, come on, let’s go. We’ve got a whole museum to visit. We should probably pick up on the pace. CLAIRE Jason, we are at the Met The thing that makes it special is It takes a while to wander through the place. JASON This says to skip this room. CLAIRE Shhh… JASON Turn left and zoom to the suits of armor. CLAIRE This says that x-rays show an entire other portrait on the canvas below. Isn’t that weird, how it just disappeared? DEB Excuse me, is that a Monet? WOMAN That’s a Manet. DEB Monet. WOMAN Manet. DEB Gah. CLAIRE He wanted to come here He loves it, I know Look, he’s running ahead like a kid in a toy store And me, I’m here watching him go. He likes the masters. While I prefer wackier things. So, of course we wind up in separate wings. I should go find him Not leave him alone But I don’t know, lately, when he’s right beside me I’d rather be off on my own I mean, maybe I’m crazy. But really, I think he’ll be fine If he goes his own way And I just go mine. DEB Excuse me, I’m looking for Gallery Twenty-One? MAN I think this is Gallery K. DEB K? MAN K DEB Aaah! JASON So much for Saturday at the Met I thought I’d find her here In search of modern art, and yet I’m unimpressed by Clint and Dali It takes a sharper eye To paint things like they’re supposed to be Give me a portrait where a face is a face Don’t give me theories about negative space Why would I care about what isn’t there? Except where what isn’t there is Claire I wish she’d look at this painting CLAIRE Look at this painting…. JASON Describe what she sees CLAIRE How it swallows you up like a storm. JASON Is she moved by that column? CLAIRE Those orangey yellows JASON Or maybe those trees? CLAIRE Still, keeping you warm JASON Would she tell me she hates it? CLAIRE How everything shimmers red and carries you away JASON Or say something wrong? Would it change our perspective From the moment before? CLAIRE Why did we come here? I’ll never know. It’s like the colors in this painting might get lost If he came in to say hello. JASON Hello CLAIRE Hello. Ready to go? JASON Oh, ready. Let’s go. DEB That stupid email, “Dear Deb,” I don’t think I’m gonna ever find my book. I’ve been wandering around for an hour Or, well, twenty minutes. And I think this was a trick. I’ve been duped into spending my afternoon In this awful, crowded, stupid, ugly, horrible museum. WARREN You must be Deb! [Thanks to Dana Jayne for lyrics]
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