Wilbur Music

Jubilee Line

Meaning/origin:

'Jubilee Line' was one of the first songs that Wilbur announced for his first album. In 2019, Wilbur released his demo, which included three songs: Jubilee Line, Saline Solution, and Goodnight (which would be scrapped). Jubilee Line remained mainly the same lyrics-wise from the demo, and was released with YCGMA, as the first track.
Jubilee Line is about Wilbur's dislike for London, and how he wants to leave it and live in a sunnier and less polluted place. It's also about how the city numbs its people to the human condition, as commuters feel nothing but disgruntled when their train gets delayed because some poor person jumped in front of it.

Lyrics:

Wasting your time
You're wasting mine
I hate to see you leaving
A fate worse than dying

Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings

Shout at the wall
'Cause the walls don't fucking love you
Shout at the wall
'Cause the walls don't fucking love you

There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the rails
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the rails
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line

There's a reason they fail

Saline Solution

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

One, two, three and four

I think this time I'm dying
I’m not melodramatic
I'm just pragmatic beyond any
Reasoning for thinking I've got
Fuckin’ rabies, or something
I think this time I'm dying
I think this time I'm dying

I think I've lost my mind
Blurring the fact and the fictions
While simultaneously fixing
Myself up with a girl
Named panadol
Bite the tablet, elixir
Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind

If I could just break one more night
Maybe I could wake up and feel alright
My optimistically set alarm clock time
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights

I think I've made my choice
I’m a deceased playing victim
Slip the face, slip the victory
I think I’ve made my choice
Sit secluded in hatred
Devoid of plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice
I’m a leech, sucking blood bag
Taste defeat, it's a sandbag

Saline solution
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your problems

Since I Saw Vienna

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

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

(Cut that bit out *laughs*)
The roads are my home as 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 when you must be alone

Losing Face

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

Woo-wee! Woo!

First and foremost
Oh, let it be said, my dear
I was gonna wait for you
So this is not an act of spite
It's a visceral coming-to
She wrote an album
And that’s something that I can’t do
But what I can do is spit the truth
And it all leads back to you

Secondly, I know I haven't written much
You know the way I can be
Tonight, I'm fucking drunk
So it's all gonna be about me
Take a seat, pull up a chair
Give me one beat to fill my glass
I've lost a piece of me in you
But you've lost all your past

Is he better than me?
Has he seen more to this life?
Can he smoke more?
Can he fuck more?
Are you good enough to be his wife?
Can he break me?
Can he break you?
Oh, I don’t know what I’m to do
Yes, I don’t know what I’ll fuckin' do

I've seen our café, I've clocked our plans
Oh, what could have been
If you didn’t go and fall in love
And ruin everything
I've seen him
I've been him
I've felt the same way
But now I break against the dirt
Along with our cafés

Is he better than me?
Has he seen more to this life?
Can he smoke more?
Can he fuck more?
Are you good enough to be his wife?
Can he break me?
Can he break you?
Well, I don’t know what I’m to do
Yes, I don’t know what I’ll fuckin' do

I've lost all meaning
I've lost my sense of hope
I've seen him going out with you
I've seen what he can do
So touch him
And break me
Strip naked
Embrace him
Lose faith in
His pace, his
Stamina and grace
I’m losing face
I’m losing face
I’m losing

Your Sister Was Right

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

I thought I couldn't love anymore
Turns  out I can't
(But) Not  for the same reasons as before
I use everyone I ever meet
I can't find the perfect match
Abused  as I learned
While  I ostracized the ones who loved me back

On the path of least resistance
I  find myself salting the earth
Every time that I miss you
I feel the way you hurt
And I don't deserve you
You  deserve the world
Though it feels like we were built from the same dirt

(Ah-ah-ah)
Oh, I hate to say it but your sister was right
Don't trust English boys with far too much free time
I hate to say it but your sister was right
I'm nothing but a problem, leave you crying overnight
And I hate to say it but your sister was right
I can't focus on the future, only my short sight
I hate to say it but your sister was right
I'm a wanker, complete wanker
A fucking waste of time

La Jolla

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

*Dialling tone*

You know it takes a lot to move me
So if you figure it out, tell me
I trace figures on your smile lines
Work a formula to cure me?

And I'm lonely
There I said it
Nine million people
I always seem to add them up

I could go away
I could pack my things and be gone before you wake
You know I've tried hard to love me too
It always seems to fall in through

Maybe one day I'll live in La Jolla
Drinking cocktails out over the water
My own personal sunset
To give each day its own diploma
And you know it's funny
Amid my backseat taxi jaunts
I'm trying to ignore the skyline
So I don't figure out where you

I'm Sorry Boris

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

I figured out what can move me
It's trains and hugs, planes and sushi
And I'm sorry, but Boris, I'm leaving
I'm not good for anyone here

We reached the end of a decade
Greenwich morphs to an arcade
Suffolk turns into a highway
Up to Hamlet's a tax break
New Islington, a headache
And Richmond's still shit

I can't believe that I'm leaving
I can't believe that I'm leaving
I don't think I want to leave you
I don't think I want to leave you here alone

But they'll knock down the pubs before helping you
And burn down your towers before helping you
They'll charge for your healthcare before helping you
They'll make you jump under trains before helping you

And even though I'm finished, I'm not quite done with it
No matter how far I run south, I'm always there
My lovers, my colleagues, my best friends and enemies
I don't think I want to leave you

Maybe I Was Boring
(ft. Emma Taylor)

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

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

[Both]
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"

[Both]
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

[Both]
And she thought
"What if he just never leaves?
Or if he doesn't get the message?
And he doesn't hear my pleas?"
So she just started screaming

[Both]
"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?"

White Wine In A Wetherspoons

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

(Yeah, I'm recording
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
It's 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
It's 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

For Memories

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

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

It's All Futile! It's All Pointless!

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

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 'n' 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 okay, 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 okay
It's okay

Eat my rent and eat my food
And eat my dues and eat those kids
And maybe use a sextant

Goodnight

Meaning/origin:

Lyrics:

You talk about habits
Boy, I can name a few
But I don't bloody understand it
Is it chemical reactions or trained into?

When you die
When it’s time
When you die
Who'll hold your hand into that goodnight?

I hope you're alright
I hope you’re alright
I hope you're alright
I hope you're alright
I hope you're alright

Screensaver

Meaning/origin:

'Screensaver' was originally intended to be released on the album 'Your City Gave Me Asthma', but when the album was released, it had been cut and replaced by 'I'm Sorry Boris'.

Lyrics:

I know that’s not you on the bus cos’ you always take taxis
So the thought that I'd see you in London is just a fake fantasy
I wish you’d have said that to my heart when you took that away from me
Well that's in the past like I’ll never see who’s in the backseat

And I hate your reasoning
Take what you need from my past
Construct a pretty story about a first love
But you'd never have touched my heart if you thought it would mean progress
So take what you need from my past
And construct your new moments

And it’s you
I didn’t think that I’d have to say
But I missed you and think of you almost every single day
And it’s you
I thought I would be braver
But you left me too long
My heart flipped to a screensaver
To a screensaver

Put me in your book when you inevitably make it to fame
Just make sure you’re proxy
Make sure to use my fake name
Call me Hitler, no one will notice the fucking difference
Call it Stalingrad stuff, this time you’ll write the history books

But I love your reasoning
Take what you need from my past
We’ll try again
We’ll pretend this could last
You can touch my heart
Make sure it’s dead
You know you’ll never make progress
When the spark inside me has gone
I'm just a two-chambered coke-head

And it’s you
Didn’t think that I'd have to say
But darling, I miss you and think of you almost every single day
And it’s you
I thought I would be braver
But you left me too long
My heart switched to a screensaver
To a screensaver

I’m just your screensaver