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this is literally my favorite song and the feel of it is so nice. like the pattern of the rhythm and continuous lyrics make it really feel like you're traveling around. it's really beautiful. Also in the second part of each verse where wilbur stays on the same note even though the chord switched and then resolves in the last part really gets me.
This song reminds me of the saddest story my dad used to tell me. This all took place before everyone had cellphones and emails. When he was in his late teens, he went on a trip to Southern-France by himself during the summer after working a couple of months for the money. He was planning on going for a couple of weeks and the first one went as he'd planned. He hiked and drove around the area, just reconnecting with himself. One night in a pub, he bumped into an eccentric American teen who also was there on a holiday. They clicked immediately. They talked all night, even though the man didn’t speak French and my dad’s english was bad to say the least. Nonetheless, my dad did manage to find out through this conversation that the other was there with his father, who was an archeologist and he was there to help him with the diggings. My dad, having nothing to do anyway besides discover the area, offered to help in exchange for a place to stay and food. They had a deal. The archeologist turned out to be a really sweet guy and they worked every day for three weeks from around 9-3, to then spend the rest of the day talking, swimming, living the way it was cut out for them. When my dad eventually had to go back home to Belgium, (he still lives here toda, sober, happier and indestructable). Neither my dad nor his friend were that sad. They both looked in each other’s eyes and told each other they’d meet again. They knew it, deep down somewhere. They were soulmates that would be bound to meet again. They sent eachother letters every now and then, and would occasionally call each other's house phones to catch up. My dad decided to go back earlier than he had intended to. Instead of just revisiting the next summer, he went in the fall. He wasn’t expecting to meet his friend, he'd hoped to see the area again and feel as happy as he had the last time. When he did, he went to the same pub in which they'd first met, and sure enough, the American friend was there again. They didn’t even have to discuss anything: they knew they’d spend their time together. Stuff went down exactly like last time, except my dad’s English had improved a bit and they could now properly communicate. My dad still, to this day, says that those conversations were the best ones he’d ever partake in, even if he didn’t know it at the time. He was just happy to be there. When leaving, they said the same thing as last time. They knew they’d meet again. This went on for three years. Any break my dad could take from his studies at home, he’d drive to France as soon as possible and meet his very best friend there, as if it was all bound to be like that. (It's worth mentioning that eventually they did start planning this out: they didn't just coincidentally always go at the same time.) The last time they met, they also said goodbye in their unique way. They looked eachother in the eyes and smiled, knowing they would meet again soon. Just as always. However, it happened sooner than either of them had expected - or wanted. My dad got an urgent letter one day, of his best friend. His dad, the archeologist, had sadly passed away, and since my dad always helped with the diggings and had become a great friend of him too, he decided it’d be best to rush to France for the funeral. The atmosphere was dark and less lighthearted than they would have intended for it to be. When leaving, they didn’t greet eachother as they usually did. They gave eachother a nod and a hug, and my dad drove home. Something was different, and the certainty they'd always had about meeting again wasn't there this time. My dad graduated college a couple of months later. He wrote this down and sent it to his friend, who didn’t answer for weeks. My dad became worried, as this was extremely unlike his friend, and he called his friend. His mom picked up instead. When she answered the phone, she didn’t immediately recognize my dad's voice. As soon as she understood who he was, though, she slammed the horn. When my dad tried calling back a couple of times, no one would answer. My dad, who was really worried now, kept calling for a couple of days, to no avail. He felt something was off, and went down there by himself. He jumped in his car and drove all the way down to the house where he knew she’d be and demanded an explanation as to what was going on and why he couldn’t talk to his friend. The mom looked at him with eyes that were ridden with sadness (my dad still says he remembers the way she looked at him, absolutely wrecked and he himself would have a similar expression whenever he told me this story.) and explained how his friend had killed himself. Apparently the incredible grief he had to endure after his dad's passing, had been too much for him to handle. My dad was in shock. He hadn’t been invited to the cremation cause the mom didn’t dare to break the news to him, and he’d thus have to miss his best friend forever, without ever getting to say a proper goodbye. To this day, my dad says he lost himself the very minute his world crashed like that. My dad doesn’t enjoy traveling anymore, be cause it reminds him of the bittersweet teenage memories. However, he does say he knows where the ashes were spread out, though, and after 30 years, he’s finally going back to say a proper goodbye to the person he was meant to spend so much more time with. He says he’s gonna pick up the essential part of himself that he loved so much and lost due to bad timing. They'd just had too little time together. But you know, they’ll meet once again this summer when my dad drives down there again and I’ll be playing this song while he’s there. Edit: I appreciate all of the amazing comments I've gotten on this. Me nor my dad were ever expecting anyone to read or even care about this, it was more so just a cathartic experience to get it all out there, especially in the comment section of a song we so heavily associate with it. Thank you all, from the bottom of our hearts. Either way, we felt like we owed you guys an update. My dad says he healed a part of himself by going back there that summer. This summer, when I get some time off from university, he's taking me with him to show me the area he loved so much. I'm looking forward to finally being able to see the roads, beaches and skies I've heard him talk so much about with my own eyes. Also, I hope you guys will forgive me for taking the liberty of changing up some grammatical errors I'd made when I wrote this at 16. As I mentioned, we're from Belgium and my English was all but perfect growing up. Maybe I kinda messed with the integrity of this comment, but I feel I just wasn't doing this story a lot of justice with the way I'd typed it out. Thanks for understanding and we're sending you all so much love.
I always thought the whole “this song sounds nostalgic and I’ve never even heard” line was something people would say without actually meaning it, but I believe it now. I found this album around September 2020, and when this song first came on, on my first listen, I INSTANTLY felt like I’ve heard it before many times. Maybe it sounds like a lullaby I’ve forgotten, or a strumming pattern from a song I loved when I was little. Whatever it is, this song holds so much significance for me.
This song makes me calm down from a panic attack, or when things aren't going well, I listen to this (and some of his other songs) It feels like a hug from a good old friend
this song makes me just feel nothing, i usually listen to this while i’m sleeping, or close to. the song is just so calming, but it makes my breathing exaggerated and hard to do, it’s just such a charming and wonderful little tune that it begins to touch me. 9.5/10
This is one of the songs you cry and be depressed too, but at the same time; not like a panic attack. If anything it calms your down. But you’re still crying. It doesn’t make since, it’s like: you’re so sad and empty, but at the same time you feel a sense of security? Yes. I feel hurt, but safe. *This is a song that makes you feel so sad but protected. And accepted. Thanks, Wilbur. For this masterpiece.*
So, how long until we get an animatic of this about Ghostbur wandering aimlessly through the dark, damp, infinite Jubilee line that is limbo, looking for some way out, a train, a person, Friend, something, anything- only to realize it's futile and slowly give up hope, resigning himself to his eternal, lonely, empty damnation, which he has done nothing to deserve?
@@johng4278 it was privated/deleted from wilbur's channel (probs because it's an old memory and something that he wouldn't want to share with his newer audience) ... but if you really want to see it, here's a reupload ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-D665_jWDdyE.html
The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form Adorned with patches of places you've been Is nothing on my khaki coat I got From a roadside when I was sixteen My boots are from airports My backpack's from friends I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend To be a wanderer, wondering Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins The roads are my home, horizon's my target If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead The distance is futile Come on, don't be hasty You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone
This is one of my comfort songs for so many reasons. For one I know that my favorite person in the whole work wrote and sings it. And I feel like I could be vienna. We both have bomber jackets and patches, we both love Wilbur. Just thinking I could ever meet that man gives me comfort.
I started listening to Will about 3 years ago, and I can tell you that this song is in every single one of my playlists. His voice in this song is so natural. This is my favorite song. Will needs more praise for this song.
I can’t go to sleep at night, anxiety paranoia all of that shit. But when I get my earbuds and put this on, it calms me downs and I’m able to sleep for hours. It’s calm, and it calms me down. Thank you so much Wilbur Soot.
This and Jubilee Line are my two favorite songs from the album Your City Gave Me Asthma. They just hit so deep and differently compared to any other songs I've ever listened to, and Wilbur thought out the lyrics so well! Jubilee Line really throws you into the darkness and cruelty of reality while Since I Saw Vienna has more of a calm vibe to it but makes you think about the true meaning of the lyrics.
Knowing the meaning behind this song and watching his Europe travel vlog with the girl the album talks about, is simply heart breaking and weird and sad
Tbh, even after the entire drama I come back to the song, not for the artist but for the art I'm going through some rough shit rn and the flow of the song is just comforting to me
I was listening to one of my playlists on shuffle and it went from this to Hey Look Ma I Made It and the absolute tone shift made me almost fall out of my chair-
yeah same i feel like there are so many of his viewers that don’t even know these songs exist! like a lot of ppl only know your new boyfriend and i’m in love with an egirl but this, losing face, saline solution, your sister was right etc need more recognition :)
Idk why but this song slightly reminds me of my older sister. the parts about constantly moving is something that really hits home, she moves around constantly buts she’s never lived close and I barely ever see her. And the line “with a bandage and a wide smile across my face” also hits close to home, the last time I saw her (5 months ago)I had a bandage on my face from picking at it. Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense I’m kinda just talking to the void and hopping someone may read this
Idk if anyone else does this but as soon as I wake up I play the your city gave me asthma album then i just lay on my bed stare at the ceiling and just listen. It really helps mentally 🍪✨
There’s an app called “Ultimate Guitar” it’s a black background and a goldish “G” people posted tabs for the whole album and this song, Also sorry if I’m late lol
I love this one, actually. And him also. (Besides the situation I do love him) I was watching videos how to play this thing for an hour and now it's 8 am
This song is the feeling of wanting to disappear. Not suddenly and violently, no. More like a slow, quiet, slumber. “I’ve lived my whole life a failure, and after all this time I’ve finally given up. It’s time to surrender, time to rest.”
This is my new go to depresso Expresso song. I listen to it on my worst days as the tone matches my feelings perfectly. very nice vibe, Wilbur is a very talented artist
Why am I crying?? I really don’t know, this song’s freed feelings inside me I don’t even know existed I don’t understand it but it’s so so so beautiful.
this song. i don’t know what it it it almost wipes away my emotions just enough for me not to feel anything. i want to cry but i have no tears left to, i can’t be happy about it, i can’t feel sad either. it makes me feel as if everything bad is happping around me possible, but i’m emotionless almost, i don’t know how to feel about it. i feel like i’m alone in a field with a slight breeze just enough to feel it but i’m almost in third person seeing myself alone and just standing there with a blank expression. i love this song but my eyes they get all heavy when i listen to it, as i said i want to cry but there are no more tears left to, Thank you.
this song played on repeat on my 14 hour bus rides to the city because my brother was in the hospital. while my friends didn’t help, this song did. the album as a whole just really helped out.
it’s such a good sad song not one to cry to *at least for me* but just to sit and think i guess. its my favorite song ever and it’s very underrated as well
This is my mental breakdown album but everytime I listen to this one my brain just goes VIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGEVIENNASAUSAGE
This song reminds me of my cousin. It has now been about 60 weeks since I saw her last. She was like a big sister to me, we grew up together, seeing each other everyday. I felt understood with her. Im gonna be honest, I'm still afraid to forget her voice, her face. And so, I like to see her in everything, including this song. I'll pretend to be a wonderer, wondering, let life take me where it wants, as we told we would do. The memory of her makes me feel free for I know I how much I was cared for, it gives me strenght. I feel like this song is about memories, the bittersweetness of remembering something that won't come back. But still moving on to make new great ones. It's about living with the feeling of losing something constantly and let that feeling give you motivation to not stop exploring and living freely.
I love this song so much 🥺 Why is this song so underrated in the Wilbur Soot community? It’s my second favorite song of his, it’s so calming and comforting, it makes me feel warm inside. The emotion Wil put into this feels so genuine, this song just holds so much meaning, it’s so beautiful. ❤️
This song gives me such a sense of nostalgia. My mom used to live this artist who had similar music, and K just remember her taking me to a show and I was just so enthralled. Not long after we moved all the way across the world, making the lyrics of carrying nothing but memories hit so much harder for me. This is definitely my favourite song on the album
This remembers me of the story how my mom came from romania to austria. When my mom was like 6 my grandparents left romania to work in a better country, but the government said they couldn‘t take all three of them. So my mom had to stay in romania by my great grandmother til they could get her out of the country. My grandparents on the other hand passed the borders secretly cause they thought theor passports weren’t enough to get over it registered. They struggeled with food,water and sleep. They wanted to get to Germany. So they kept on going til they came to Austria. Two years passed by without them coming back and my great grandmother didn‘t treat my mom so well and took the gifts her parents send her and gave them to her children. But the communism they lived in was meant to put down. So while the government was struggling with the people fighting against it, the sister of my grandmother took my mom to hungaria, where she met her parents again after not seeing them for 2 years. After some time she met my father, they got married and I was born. After that they moved to Vienna.
I've loved this song ever since I first started to like Wilbur (a few year ago), and at this point, I've decided to name myself after this song. Since I Saw Vienna my beloved.
I can't explain it well, but this song feels like that itching feeling of curiosity when you're staring outside your window at night or when it's raining, and just wishing to leave everything and walk as a far as you can. See all the streets on earth, leave your life behind and continue walking forever, never staying still. Take all the buses and planes until you can't go any further, singing and staring at the horizon lost in your thoughts, always alone.
This is one of my favorite songs. I can relate to the feeling of a nomad. I’ll admit I’m just a kid who can’t even drive yet, but sometimes I have a bad day and ride my bike as far as I can, and daydream about leaving. When I feel like I don’t belong or I don’t have a home anymore, I just want to see how far my bike and I can go and call it a day when night comes. I have a feeling when I’m old enough and experienced enough to properly leave, I will live out that daydream and go as far as I go. Find myself in the middle of crop fields and stop on the side of the road to watch the sunset over the land. Text my friends and my family, and pick up souvenirs to stick to my car or my bike.
