Sebastia

January 23, 2019 11:37 AM

Song about the creeping realization of depression while in a beautiful place. Features guitar, horns, electric guitar, percussion.

I'm walking past the citadel,
Walking past the circus school,
Walking past the Turkish baths,
Walking past the city trash

And I don't know
I'm blue.

I'm walking through Sebastia
With your head in my hands,
The shrine we pass there is no mans
but stands;

And I'm blue.

posted by Corduroy (5 comments total)

Hi Corduroy.

Can other people here this? It doesn't play for me, and I'd love to hear it.
posted by umbú at 9:31 AM on January 30


It's working for me; umbú (and anyone else it's giving trouble too) can you toss your device and browser info into a note at the contact form and we can see if there's something platform-specific going on?
posted by cortex at 12:07 PM on January 30


Whoopsie. I messaged Cortex. What device and web browser are you using? It works on my computer on Chrome, but not on my iPhone on Safari...
posted by Corduroy at 12:07 PM on January 30


Umbú and anyone else, the song should work now!
posted by Corduroy at 11:47 PM on February 7


This is lovely!
posted by ellieBOA at 11:34 PM on February 8


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