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 (7 comments total) 2 users marked this as a favorite

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


I can hear it now! Thanks for the message reminding me. This is gorgeous. Fragile and blue, just like the lyrics set out. I like that you articulate that process of a mood emerging before it is named.
posted by umbú at 10:39 AM on March 21


Also, the travel angle really resonates with me. Traveling leads to time alone in public in a way that can so often lead to feelings like this.
posted by umbú at 10:41 AM on March 21


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