Seeing all the comments trapped from 3 years ago is so disheartening. Wilburs legacy deserves to stick in the mud but his influence was undeniable. This is how things are and will be for years to come.
Ive been watching this video for the past three years, I started when It was at 500 views. This video and someone elses ycgma video are the only things that pull me through my fathers death. I was listening to ycgma the day i found him. And sometimes, when i watch and close my eyes and listen. I can still hear his voice and laughter and pretend im in my old house with him. He died in 2021. Thank you.
Separate music from real life Monsters who wrote it I won't stop being a fan of Wilbur Soot albums and Lovejoy I will stop being a fan of Wilbur himself as a person
Removing this from my playlist so I don’t get jump scared by the depression of losing something I love while driving to work, but saving it elsewhere because maybe several years from now I’ll come back to it and remember how I felt as a young adult
kinda sad bc this has always been a comforting EP for me. but with everything coming out i cant listen the same, some of the lyrics sound so wrong now. I havent even really been keeping up with the mcyt community for several years.
gonna be honest,, this ep was the hardest to get rid of for me, especially since the recent events that happened i resonated with this ep a lot,, but listening to the lyrics once more im so surprised i havent caught on any sooner anyway support piracy, i hope this boy gets jailed soon as well as the others who've been outed these past 3-4 weeks happy womens history month, and support victims, especially shelby in his case <3
I'm in a very similar relationship to the one described in the first part of the EP. It's not like I don't love him, it's just that I end up in his room doing absolutely nothing, and I mean I'm only eighteen, I want to live my life but he cries all the time and he's stubborn if we don't spend the weekend together. What should I do? It's my first real relationship and I feel trapped and scared about the fact that nobody will love me like he does. Suggestions? (If I made any mistake I'm Sorry, I'm Italian)
maybe try talking about how you really feel? I dont know the full situation but what I do know is that its definitely not good to keep things hidden. It may make things worse and progress to something you dont want it to be
He never had cool stories He doesn't make your heart beat Used to love his mystery But now he's just exhausting Another day spent just laying in his room The stench of incense And some undelivered food And she thought "What if he thinks I'm the one? And I'll be forced to rot away With him and his obsessions, with trivial things Like the amount of fucking love hearts I finish a text message with" And when you hold his hands It doesn't feel like flying And when you take his breath away He might as well be dying And you're dying to breathe You're trapped in his cage And it's shrinking And she thought "What if he just never leaves? Or if he doesn't get the message? And he doesn't hear my please?" So she just started screaming "Why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" We all move on Some faster than others We all know We all sacrifice In a bath late in the evening, building up sorrow But I can't say that I Wasted my time 'Cause I'm built by you And I can't say that I Am glad it is over 'Cause that wouldn't be true So, thank you Oh, thank you We both remember that day in the summer When you were sat on me And we cried, oh, how we cried In that moment, we've never been so happy But I can't say that I Wasted my time 'Cause I'm built by you And I can't say that I Am glad it is over 'Cause that wouldn't be true So, thank you Oh, thank you All I can say is "thank you" But I can't say that I Won't miss you One, two, three, four Bouncer greets us at the door He can tell we've been here before, so he lets us pass And we climb up 15 flights of stairs And find that spot in the corner, just over there It's only 6:30, but we're starting to drink I'm ordering the usual I think I need a change of pace London's bursting at the seams It's not quite the place I hoped I'd be It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume Its country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today? 'Cause concrete sculptures and broken glass It's the lamp posts who guide our paths, because the moon can't get in And the clouds hang heavy, blocking out his pursuit And booze hangs limply on our rental suits 'Cause we're fires, we're burning bright Breaking bottles and starting fights But the evening has other plans Run as they pull up with two more vans It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume Its country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today? But I won't fuss I'll let you pass No, I won't fuss I'll let you pass 'Cause it's only white wine in a Wetherspoons Fine dining with cheap perfume DLR closed due to workers' strikes God knows how I'll get home tonight I lost the passion that comes with living Since I started university I took a geography course to learn the datelines And maybe use a sextant But now I just press facsimiles And you're exactly who you wanted to be, that's what you said 'Cause you wanna watch TV, and sleep all day, and lay in bed but You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food And pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids And maybe use a sextant I don't miss you I miss the thought of what we were This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain Wrap your arms around my cortex, dig you in, and let you drain You'll never get rid of me, oh, I'm like a fucking disease I'll make a home in your gut 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep What was your thought when you realised You'll never feel naive love again? Was it pain or was it sickness? Were you proud of who you'd been? The shyness waiting for his phone calls Replaced by apathy and dating apps You held his hands, it felt like flying Now he's just another man You'd rather he was inside than beside you But he's talking marriage and a future He's picking a lock he doesn't go into Less knife in a wound, he's a suture I don't miss you I miss the thought of what we were This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain But it's OK, it's a strategy to ensure I remain You'll never get rid of me, well I'm like a fucking disease I'll make a home in your gut 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep It's OK It's OK Eat my rent and eat my food And eat my dues and eat those kids And maybe use a sextant
Came back after a couple years and am so glad I did. I lost contact with Will’s music till CMWYL but used to listen to his solo stuff a few years ago. And yes I refuse to say it was more than two years. It can’t of been..
Thank you for this. I've been a fan of Wilbur for a long time, and now I'm listening to this album while writing a statement of purpose so I can get a scholarship at an Oxford summer program for teens, while drinking hot tea. Have a nice day/night <3
i still love this one. can't believe wilbur has been my favorite musician for over 2 years now, i've never been so interested in someone's music as i'm interested in wilbur's, oh he's so great
I stopped watching the dreamsmp about two years ago, but I SO vividly remember watching this stream live. It was the day before school started after summer break and even though it was far too late for me to be awake; I watched the entire stream. The next school day I couldn’t get the stream out of my head. I honestly dislike the dsmp now but Wilbur and his music (including Lovejoy) will forever be my absolute favorite part of it. I will never grow to dislike it. I remember once he said something along the lines of “I wish that the people who don’t even watch dsmp listen to my music”, and he suceeded. I genuinely will never let go of this album, it is pure art
me too, like me and my friends were texting in the groupchat while this stream was going. and pretty much just like you i only listen to his music now.
I want to cry, for memories it such a beautiful song, I want to bailed my eyes out, that bittersweet feeling of losing someone but having to let them go, but wishing they could stay more it hits me since all of my friends are leaving my life I have to transferred to three different schools and I have to leave everyone behind. The school I am currently I don't have much of friends, but the ones I used to have all I say say is thank you, since they made me the person I am today, but I can't I won't miss you.
I am returning to this at 2023 having a hair of knowledge in the qsmp, now I realize that the song that he wrote for talullah sound a bit like for memories?
