@@thythethy9590 Well to me it sounds like somethings off like everything around you is right but you think there’s something that doesn’t fit right... I don’t know about you but this is just creepy to me
Seeing this on Remembrance Sunday 2021. RIP and thank you to all those who have passed while fighting in war, past present and future. Greetings from England 🏴
This song almost brings me to tears , just imagining all the fallen soldiers from my once great nation and all they fought for has been lost and my country is now in ruins to its former glory long live England 🏴
It’s the year 2300. Your a scout for the Greater Swiss Republic’s army and 216 years have passed since the 3rd Great War. You’re the farthest anyone has gone away from the new Swiss border near the remains of Warsaw. You walk through the now overgrown roads filled with trees and brush, searching for anything of use. You see a sign lying on the ground, decaying and covered in weeds. It’s completely illegible and your location is unknown, but you figure you’re somewhere south of Karelia. Gradually, as you walk farther east, the terrain switches from an overgrown one to a simple sheet of frozen ice and snow. Sad looking, but cold hardy plants poke through the ice, trying to reach the now-blazing sun. You think of turning back, but before you do, what looks like a massive ice covered castle can be seen lying far in the distance. Deciding to give it a look, you trek several miles toward the thing before realizing what you were looking at. It was a city, and a large one at that. It had been frozen over in the wasteland, but was still distinguishable as you entered it. Over an inch of ice covered every surface, but even that didn’t stop you from recognizing the architecture. You were in what was left of Moscow, the former capital of Russia in the Russo-Chinese Imperial State. It used to be a bustling metropolis, but after The Anglosphere and America dropped the bombs, it was assumed nothing was left of it. They were wrong, apparently. As you got several blocks into the city, buildings incased in ice just became snow-covered rubble piles and soon, a massive circle shaped lake appeared. It took up several miles and was covered in ice, but water was visible in the middle. It was the crater. Exactly where the bombs dropped. There was nothing useful here, you thought. As you circumvented the lake and exited out the other side of Moscow, hoping to do a quick sweep of the area, something caught your attention. Lying next to an old building was what looked like a large, 10 foot metal square. You walked over to it curiously but as soon as you stepped onto it, the platform let out a loud snapping sound and the end farthest from you fell forward. With a loud thump, your body fell downward and rolled onto the floor of an underground garage. The concrete ground was solid and uncracked by time, which amazed you. There was a large piano in the center of the room with a chair and desk sat next to it. A human corpse, mummified by the freezing temperatures, sat at it, slumped backwards. Slowly moving over to it, you noticed the shelves of antiques sitting untouched on the walls. Then, you look at the table. On it sat an old tape recorder which was just under the dead woman’s hands. Figuring it was just a trinket and not operable, but curious anyway, you picked it up, accidentally setting off the play button. Words…. Many, many words… so many words came out of that thing. Music too. The tape recorder sounded deafening in the extreme quiet of the Eurasian wasteland and it’s contents blinded you as well. “Well, if you’re listening to this, I’m probably long dead. I’ve been trapped in this garage for months, as the door is jammed. I heard the bombs drop. They’re all gone. All of them. My children! My Katyusha! The world itself! All gone! All I have is this room of antiques and this old, but still operable tape recorder. I never thought I’d use it, but now’s the time I guess. My name doesn’t matter anymore and isn’t important. All that matters is my apology and the music that comes with it. I shall play my last song, in honor of my people!” This was when the piano began to play an old song about soldiers lost at war and the madness conflicts cause, called We’ll Meet Again by most people. This version was different though. It was as if the poor woman was using every last bit of her sadness, dread, misery, and energy into the piano. It sounded dark and sad, which made sense for the situation this woman was in. As the music began playing louder, she spoke again. “I am sorry - No. We are sorry. So, so sorry. I speak for all of the general Russian populace when I say this. We’re sorry for the bombings, the war, everything. We, the people, never wanted to join the Russo-Chinese Imperial State, but our dictatorial leader did it anyway. Then, we were crushed into submission by the Chinese and had to “act accordingly” or be sent to the camps. All us Russian people wanted was to have a strong, patriotic state similar to that of the USA. We just wanted to be genuinely proud of our nation for once, but tis’ was not to be. When the order to fire the nukes was given, most people in charge of working the buttons refused, but the government backup system managed to fire them anyway. God we never wanted this. Never. Now most of Europe is dead. Most of the Americas are dead. Asia along with the entirety of our Russian nation is gone too. We’re sorry. So sorry. If anyone finds this place and this recorder, please take the box full of piano instructions for all of our old songs. Please don’t let our culture die out. Ugh. My body hurts even more now. For my own sanity, I will end this here. Goodbye, anyone who’s out there…” The song dwindled to an end and you were awestruck by your discovery, but also understanding and extremely depressed. You found the song instructions in a small metal box on the table and set off, ready to tell HQ about the find and call some backup to recover the valuable antiques from the garage.
!!SPOILER TO THE SHINING!!!! the song really reminds me of the ending of the shining, where they zoom into the photos on the walls and the picture of jack with a croud of people all around him in the ball room. idk for some reasons I love it when movies end with that type of ending. after all of the things that happened, jack going crazy, and Wendy finally escaping, endings like that make the movie A LOT more creepy
Good bye, grandpa.. thank you for serving your country, and starting your family… thank you for being there for me when i needed you… thank you for teaching me how to have fun while stressed.. thank you for teaching me how to fire a gun, and for getting me into RC planes… thank you.. for everything…. I love you… 3000…
we'll never meet again. we'll never see eachother again. you can't keep smiling through, just like always do. Blue skies never chase those dark clouds far away. So you won't say hello because you even didn't say it anytime.
Pov: decades after nuclear war and the the clouds are clearing, power is returned to many areas from renewable sources like sunlight and wind. Your walking through the remains of a bustling town searching for stuff to scavenge And suddenly electronic start springing to life for the first time in your life. The static of snow on thousands of Television Sets left on during the insuing chaos of the nuclear launch echoing through the empty streets. When you hear something different, you had heard of music before througj stories you heard from people, but never heard it yourself. Walking towards the sound you find a Cafe, the windows fogged with decades of dust and grime and nuclear fallout, The words "Laura's Coffee" in faded neon blue outlined by a faded neon orange, poking through the dirt and grime. Walking into the Cafe avoiding the road debris. The wooden floor is bent and curling up. A thick layer of dust lies on the floor. Outlining the Cafe are tables, on the left side is a floating island with bar stools, all covered in dust, on the counter lies a cash register and cups left behind. In one of the seats lies the skeletal remains of its occupant hunched over the counter still gripping his coffee in his hand. In the back of the Cafe lies the machine making the music, the flourecrnt lighting slowly flickering to life for the first time is decades. The word Jukebox appears on the glass through the dust and grime, it has been know for year that human engineering before the war was incredible and would work forever. This Jukebox in a little cafe now proves a point, decades after nuclear war this machine is still doing its job, the song echos through the streets. (As the camera looking at the jukebox exits the Cafe and starts accending outside the city, the song gets loaded, as the camera moves above the tops of building the screen slowly fades to black and the credits role. And the song comes to and end. The classic sound of the jukebox mechanism running to put the record back, the video end). I wrote this year's ago for a friend to animate and they never did, found it today and figured why not put it here. Perhaps someone would want to draw and animate this short story
"Johnson, the screens are back on again." "What's it this time Davvey?" "Music... I think Ive heard of it before... Vera Lynn?" "Probably, just ignore it for now." "Whose broadcasting it? There's no cell towers active on the whole planet." "Wait. Your right, where is that coming from? Open it up, Ill plug my tracer in it. Maybe it will work this time." "Alrighty, but you know your damn contraptions always fail..." "Suck it Davvey." *2 hours later* "Oh my gosh. It actually worked..." "Where's it coming from Johnson?" "I... you won't believe this..." "Where is it coming from Johnson!" "Its coming from space... like... outer space..." "Those old space stations?" "No... farther than that..." "What? Thats not possible-" *Radio Static, Channel broadcast feedback* "Uhh- hello? Hello, Hello? Who is tuning into my channel? Please get off, your ruining the audio quality and its making my ears grate." *silence* "Yes im talking to you, the people listening to this. If you even are people. Are you aliens or humans? If humans, then wheres your planet?" "Johnson... what do we do?" "I heard that. Who is Johnson?" "Im Johnson, this is Davvey. The guy you heard. Who are you?" "Names Starlight, Starlight Malovest Draco. Now more importantly, where are you? There are like 20 earths near my general location, so it would help if you could describe your society or anything interesting about your planet that could help me identify it." "Ummm... not much of a society left here, nuclear wars destroyed everything... what do you mean by other earths?" *radio silence* "What the hell was that?" "I dunno. Could be a joke." "I'm not a joke, fellas, also, figured out which planet you're on. Earth-F-003. Yeesh, that's some high levels of radiation you got there. Need any help?" "You cant be serious, are you from some kind of space human race?" "Im not human, or alien for that matter, but yes." "Sure, I guess we could use some help." "alrighty then, on my way!" *Radio static - Silence*
imagine your in some kind of horror thing with freedom like a long hallway with the escape door at the end being right infront of you and suddenly you hear the 1:45 part behind you as whatever was chasing u just stops and watches leting you escape
i still love you, gio. i love you since i was born and I'm not gonna leave you, even though I need to wait until I die. i hope we'll meet again someday.
World War 2 was when the old world truly died. The advancement of technology, the decline of any soft heartedness in culture, the halt and destruction of any previous social progress, the death of so many innocent lives, the acute return of racism, leaving nothing but a husk of many living people who mostly became cold, serious and traumatized individuals who tried their best to discipline their children (aka the 75+ years olds of today), but unknowingly brought the the entire world into a slow decline into it's demise that is still going on. May God have had given a good rest for these millions of souls. If reincarnation is real, may have these souls just have one more chance to thrive again with shimmers of their vibrant past life memories. May have they indeed meet again.
When they were sacrificing those people at the carnival I felt creeped out and terrified but on the verge of tears! That was the scariest episode by far!
The last question the interrogator asked the soldier "was it worth it" and he only responded with a crazed laughter as tears streamed down his face, he couldn't respond with words, he was already too far gone. What that interrogator never knew was the reason why, he was hearing the voices of all those he killed singing this song, it drove him insane, he craved death because he wanted to escape the voices, but he also wanted to live forever so he would never have to meet them face to face and suffer the consequences of what he had done.
@@ethanscott9990 I wrote it, I made it on the spot while listening to the song as I tend to do, I then made it into a dnd character who later became a focal point in the campaign's story before I had to reset the universe a few weeks ago
Pov:it's the apocalypse and there's nothing you can do, you have no weapons or any edible items. Your forced to hide out and betray your one true friend, Your dog. .. (eating) as you look down on the corpse of your beloved dog, you starting sobbing. It's non-stop. You only stop when you hear a loud ding (metal clashing together) of a metal shovel hitting your stove. It's a real human! Your saved. No. The other non infected thought you were a zombie, seeing the dog. He proceeds to clang your head with the shovel until your limp.
Idk what the heck this is its like 3am and I was just bored. As the light fades out he grabs your hand. You've been waiting for the moment for a long time. He pulls you close to his chest as the music fades in. Your feet begin to sway as he follows in your footsteps. You lay your head in his chest. You never want this moment to end. After a little bit you pick up your head and you realize your crying. You don't want to pick up your head because he might think something is wrong. You try and wipe your tears before he could realize when you feel a finger under your chin and he pulls up your head so he can look you in the eyes. "Why are you crying?" his velvety voice asks. "Nothing. It's just that this is perfect and I never want to leave here." You say tears still steadily flowing down your face. "You have to wake up." He says almost urgently. You grab his hand and kiss it laughing "What do you mean silly I am awake." He takes a breath "He goes I am sorry to tell you this but this is a dream I'm not actually here." You try and laugh it off again but this time he isn't joking the music abruptly stops and you hear the faint beeping noise of something. You begin to wake up as you sit up. Your hand is grabbing something. Your eyes slowly open an you get used to the lights. You realize that you were in the hospital and that the beeping was the heart monitor. You realize that your holding someone's hand and as you look up you realize that it was the man in the dream. Soon you get flashbacks from what happened the night before. He came over to hang out. You decided to go bowling together and on your way home you got into a car accident. He was the one driving and you were sitting in the passenger seat falling asleep. The other driver was drunk and sadly they hit the driver side of the car. You began to cry not knowing if he was gonna make it. You slowly feel his hand start to squeeze as you begin to look up at him. He smiles at you and says "Your the pretty lady that was in my dream." You smile at him and kiss his hand. You want to give him a hug but he's got tubes and stuff and you don't want to hurt him. "I'm glad your okay." You smile and look at him.
Can anyone else imagine a jazz version of this song? Like some really happy catchy tune of We'll Meet Again. Everyone's just hyped up. Basically the opposite of the slowed reverb.
The Burgundians went underground, while Yazov's men gathered 'round. The Americans sounded the alarm, and the Nazis took up arms. The French withered and died, as the South Africans turned to God and cried. The Iraqis said a final prayer, the Japanese moved their pawns either here-or-there, and the English screamed out that after all that they'd suffered "it simply wasn't fair." Their stories would remain untold, their suffering forgotten. No one would remember their lives, as there would be no one to remember after this day. Where was I, you may ask, on this unholiest of mornings? Sitting on my car, as I watched the blinding lights appear in the distance. One... two... three more as mankind burned its own memory to ashes. I sigh, grinding my lit cigarette into the ashtray, and holding up my bottle to the coming shockwave. A final goodbye to all humanity achieved, and all humanity forfeit. "What a wonderful world..." I close my eyes and smile... I doesn't exist anymore... I can't feel anything...
when the choir joins in, that shit hits different
@TeriyakiSawcethis song is about the RAF, Royal Navy and army. It has nothing to do with the us army
@TeriyakiSawcethe saddest thing that they singed this before they got to war😢
@TeriyakiSawceit was the British army dude
1:49 this part is absolutely horrifying but equally outstanding
I got goosebumps from it, it scared the shit out of me.
@@sisuholdingatootboom.940 I ageee
Like the end of The Shining but better.
Oh shit it did scare me
real
This is terrifying and I love it
Me too
Sounds kinda like something from fallout
How is it terrifying? It's Beautiful & reminiscent of a lost era
@@thythethy9590 Well to me it sounds like somethings off like everything around you is right but you think there’s something that doesn’t fit right... I don’t know about you but this is just creepy to me
@@artie4704 It's all good, I see your Standing point
This music makes me feel so happy idk why
It makes me really sad, thinking of the meaning of the song
yeaah me too
It terrifies me (how am I here after 4 years)
this song reminds me of so many things
Idk but this song makes me feel so many emotions knowing she sang this to the soldiers before they left for war.💔
Damn, the apocalyptic feel is just terrifying
That is why sodor fallout
**cough cough** weirdmageddon **cough cough**
Reminds me of fallout
@@espressohasntpayedhisrent y e s
War never changes...
This is what all the fallen soldiers hear
YES
What
My dad was in the military (Bryan Lamar Johnson)
:(
@@Bree_easy2010 lmao thanks for the info imma sell it to the taliban now
When i lost my nan i played this ans broke down crying just remembering all the good memories we had. Love you nan ♥️♥️
This was played at my grate grandads funeral and this is just magical
some random sunny day
Great*
I first heard this song in “The Interwar mod” for men of war assault squad 2 in the main menu, this shit gave me goosebumps.
@@mrlime9526I heard it before I played COD ww2 but then I heard it while playing and it reminded me of my father
@zaynisevil3458 🗿🍷
After the world ends, this will be the credits song
You hit it on the nail
Seeing this on Remembrance Sunday 2021. RIP and thank you to all those who have passed while fighting in war, past present and future. Greetings from England 🏴
here because one of my favorite youtubers, technoblade, has passed. it’s been awhile, but I still cry over it. rest easy king o7
I miss Technoblade ;(
TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!!!!
He never dies.....
0- 1:48 "nice, slow, methodical, and soothing
1:49 "what could have I possibly done in my life to deserve this fate"
"its like a constant reminder of my mistake and that theres nothing i can do to make it better"
This song almost brings me to tears , just imagining all the fallen soldiers from my once great nation and all they fought for has been lost and my country is now in ruins to its former glory long live England 🏴
The interwar period surely gives a haunting picture for what's to come
If you like this nightmare listen to Everything at The End Of Time by the caretaker, its 6 hours but it feels like this
don’t, worst mistake of my life lmao
Ive listened to the whole thing 4 times. Its good.
@@cqmel4361 same
IVE DONE IT, I CRIED SO HARD AFTER
@@pandlo14 Why?
_We'll meet again, ✨_
𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆✨
𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟..
But I know, we’ll meet again some sunny day...
𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑜 ♡︎
Til the blue sky
when Felix said "jack, i am the walten files" makes me cry of happiness
“Can’t make an omlet without breaking a few eggs”
-“Bon”
“Pleasure to meet you I am ‘Bon’”
Holy- this made me cry so much for some reason
So different and quirky
Same
You remember.
just cried like 15 times to this song while imagining stories for my own original characters
- damn , you have an amazing creativity
me too but not the crying part
Same
Thats the spirit!
meh too bro 😄👍
This is so beautiful
Very romantic song brings me back to my favorite place.
Major tower of terror vibes. Live for it
Yesss
I was just in Disney and they were playing this song while I was waiting in line for tower of terror🙂
@@maseywinkeler2632 that’s crazzzzy I LOVE IT 🤩
This song was onn my mom’s funeral.. i still listen to it..
Thats sad, rest in peace.
I'm so sorry for your loss
the song that played at my birth a timeless classic
It’s the year 2300. Your a scout for the Greater Swiss Republic’s army and 216 years have passed since the 3rd Great War. You’re the farthest anyone has gone away from the new Swiss border near the remains of Warsaw. You walk through the now overgrown roads filled with trees and brush, searching for anything of use. You see a sign lying on the ground, decaying and covered in weeds. It’s completely illegible and your location is unknown, but you figure you’re somewhere south of Karelia. Gradually, as you walk farther east, the terrain switches from an overgrown one to a simple sheet of frozen ice and snow. Sad looking, but cold hardy plants poke through the ice, trying to reach the now-blazing sun. You think of turning back, but before you do, what looks like a massive ice covered castle can be seen lying far in the distance. Deciding to give it a look, you trek several miles toward the thing before realizing what you were looking at. It was a city, and a large one at that. It had been frozen over in the wasteland, but was still distinguishable as you entered it. Over an inch of ice covered every surface, but even that didn’t stop you from recognizing the architecture. You were in what was left of Moscow, the former capital of Russia in the Russo-Chinese Imperial State. It used to be a bustling metropolis, but after The Anglosphere and America dropped the bombs, it was assumed nothing was left of it. They were wrong, apparently. As you got several blocks into the city, buildings incased in ice just became snow-covered rubble piles and soon, a massive circle shaped lake appeared. It took up several miles and was covered in ice, but water was visible in the middle. It was the crater. Exactly where the bombs dropped. There was nothing useful here, you thought. As you circumvented the lake and exited out the other side of Moscow, hoping to do a quick sweep of the area, something caught your attention. Lying next to an old building was what looked like a large, 10 foot metal square. You walked over to it curiously but as soon as you stepped onto it, the platform let out a loud snapping sound and the end farthest from you fell forward. With a loud thump, your body fell downward and rolled onto the floor of an underground garage. The concrete ground was solid and uncracked by time, which amazed you. There was a large piano in the center of the room with a chair and desk sat next to it. A human corpse, mummified by the freezing temperatures, sat at it, slumped backwards. Slowly moving over to it, you noticed the shelves of antiques sitting untouched on the walls. Then, you look at the table. On it sat an old tape recorder which was just under the dead woman’s hands. Figuring it was just a trinket and not operable, but curious anyway, you picked it up, accidentally setting off the play button. Words…. Many, many words… so many words came out of that thing. Music too. The tape recorder sounded deafening in the extreme quiet of the Eurasian wasteland and it’s contents blinded you as well. “Well, if you’re listening to this, I’m probably long dead. I’ve been trapped in this garage for months, as the door is jammed. I heard the bombs drop. They’re all gone. All of them. My children! My Katyusha! The world itself! All gone! All I have is this room of antiques and this old, but still operable tape recorder. I never thought I’d use it, but now’s the time I guess. My name doesn’t matter anymore and isn’t important. All that matters is my apology and the music that comes with it. I shall play my last song, in honor of my people!” This was when the piano began to play an old song about soldiers lost at war and the madness conflicts cause, called We’ll Meet Again by most people. This version was different though. It was as if the poor woman was using every last bit of her sadness, dread, misery, and energy into the piano. It sounded dark and sad, which made sense for the situation this woman was in. As the music began playing louder, she spoke again. “I am sorry - No. We are sorry. So, so sorry. I speak for all of the general Russian populace when I say this. We’re sorry for the bombings, the war, everything. We, the people, never wanted to join the Russo-Chinese Imperial State, but our dictatorial leader did it anyway. Then, we were crushed into submission by the Chinese and had to “act accordingly” or be sent to the camps. All us Russian people wanted was to have a strong, patriotic state similar to that of the USA. We just wanted to be genuinely proud of our nation for once, but tis’ was not to be. When the order to fire the nukes was given, most people in charge of working the buttons refused, but the government backup system managed to fire them anyway. God we never wanted this. Never. Now most of Europe is dead. Most of the Americas are dead. Asia along with the entirety of our Russian nation is gone too. We’re sorry. So sorry. If anyone finds this place and this recorder, please take the box full of piano instructions for all of our old songs. Please don’t let our culture die out. Ugh. My body hurts even more now. For my own sanity, I will end this here. Goodbye, anyone who’s out there…” The song dwindled to an end and you were awestruck by your discovery, but also understanding and extremely depressed. You found the song instructions in a small metal box on the table and set off, ready to tell HQ about the find and call some backup to recover the valuable antiques from the garage.
🫡
I always find this music sad, but slowed and reverb, it became sadder, i'll try to listen it more often.
I LOVE YOUR CHANELLLL THANK YOUUUU
"Keep smiling through."
Their really getting this in my head yeah.
This song sounds like that "we'll meet again" is really going to happen.
This kinda reminds me of promised never land...
I can see Isabella singing this to the kids when they run away
@@mikkyj9374 or even better, The song she sings as The children die, Signalling that she still cares
1:45 THE BEST
This is so Underated
!!SPOILER TO THE SHINING!!!!
the song really reminds me of the ending of the shining, where they zoom into the photos on the walls and the picture of jack with a croud of people all around him in the ball room. idk for some reasons I love it when movies end with that type of ending. after all of the things that happened, jack going crazy, and Wendy finally escaping, endings like that make the movie A LOT more creepy
@boop beep its literally one of my favorites
MOONLIGHT, FOR THE STARS AND YOU ...
Simplesmente perfeito💫
Just Perfect
Good bye, grandpa.. thank you for serving your country, and starting your family… thank you for being there for me when i needed you… thank you for teaching me how to have fun while stressed.. thank you for teaching me how to fire a gun, and for getting me into RC planes… thank you.. for everything….
I love you… 3000…
1:48
Just imagine the whole world singing this part as they watch a huge meteor enter the atmosphere
im Masterbaiting RN
Kind of weird thing to imagine but ok
Yes
my grandson had a dream about that 🤔
Bit cringe ngl
This is what I listen to when I feel loved by others
played at my great grandads funeral. love you grampa.
This is creepy but i love it
E de repente estou aqui denovo, depois de 1 ano, lembrando dessa música e chorando de saudades de um tempo que nunca vou esquecer...
1:38 omg the voices😫😔🥺
“Wtf is this kid doing?”
“THE VOICES-“
@@emilianoframarini3519 um what are you talking about…..tf 🤣🤣
we'll never meet again.
we'll never see eachother again.
you can't keep smiling through, just like always do.
Blue skies never chase those dark clouds far away.
So you won't say hello because you even didn't say it anytime.
Pozdrav 🇭🇷🇦🇱
@@LazarusthySaint
I kinda wanna edit Wanda and Vision to this, I feel like it captures the vibe of the show: heartbreaking but terrifying at the same time
we need a 1 hour version
This makes me I cry I cant help it !!😩😭
I love this
Pov: decades after nuclear war and the the clouds are clearing, power is returned to many areas from renewable sources like sunlight and wind. Your walking through the remains of a bustling town searching for stuff to scavenge And suddenly electronic start springing to life for the first time in your life. The static of snow on thousands of Television Sets left on during the insuing chaos of the nuclear launch echoing through the empty streets. When you hear something different, you had heard of music before througj stories you heard from people, but never heard it yourself. Walking towards the sound you find a Cafe, the windows fogged with decades of dust and grime and nuclear fallout, The words "Laura's Coffee" in faded neon blue outlined by a faded neon orange, poking through the dirt and grime. Walking into the Cafe avoiding the road debris. The wooden floor is bent and curling up. A thick layer of dust lies on the floor. Outlining the Cafe are tables, on the left side is a floating island with bar stools, all covered in dust, on the counter lies a cash register and cups left behind. In one of the seats lies the skeletal remains of its occupant hunched over the counter still gripping his coffee in his hand. In the back of the Cafe lies the machine making the music, the flourecrnt lighting slowly flickering to life for the first time is decades. The word Jukebox appears on the glass through the dust and grime, it has been know for year that human engineering before the war was incredible and would work forever. This Jukebox in a little cafe now proves a point, decades after nuclear war this machine is still doing its job, the song echos through the streets. (As the camera looking at the jukebox exits the Cafe and starts accending outside the city, the song gets loaded, as the camera moves above the tops of building the screen slowly fades to black and the credits role. And the song comes to and end. The classic sound of the jukebox mechanism running to put the record back, the video end).
I wrote this year's ago for a friend to animate and they never did, found it today and figured why not put it here. Perhaps someone would want to draw and animate this short story
Hm, this seems like a good summer project.
That is so cool!
"Johnson, the screens are back on again."
"What's it this time Davvey?"
"Music... I think Ive heard of it before... Vera Lynn?"
"Probably, just ignore it for now."
"Whose broadcasting it? There's no cell towers active on the whole planet."
"Wait. Your right, where is that coming from? Open it up, Ill plug my tracer in it. Maybe it will work this time."
"Alrighty, but you know your damn contraptions always fail..."
"Suck it Davvey."
*2 hours later*
"Oh my gosh. It actually worked..."
"Where's it coming from Johnson?"
"I... you won't believe this..."
"Where is it coming from Johnson!"
"Its coming from space... like... outer space..."
"Those old space stations?"
"No... farther than that..."
"What? Thats not possible-"
*Radio Static, Channel broadcast feedback*
"Uhh- hello? Hello, Hello? Who is tuning into my channel? Please get off, your ruining the audio quality and its making my ears grate."
*silence*
"Yes im talking to you, the people listening to this. If you even are people. Are you aliens or humans? If humans, then wheres your planet?"
"Johnson... what do we do?"
"I heard that. Who is Johnson?"
"Im Johnson, this is Davvey. The guy you heard. Who are you?"
"Names Starlight, Starlight Malovest Draco. Now more importantly, where are you? There are like 20 earths near my general location, so it would help if you could describe your society or anything interesting about your planet that could help me identify it."
"Ummm... not much of a society left here, nuclear wars destroyed everything... what do you mean by other earths?"
*radio silence*
"What the hell was that?"
"I dunno. Could be a joke."
"I'm not a joke, fellas, also, figured out which planet you're on. Earth-F-003. Yeesh, that's some high levels of radiation you got there. Need any help?"
"You cant be serious, are you from some kind of space human race?"
"Im not human, or alien for that matter, but yes."
"Sure, I guess we could use some help."
"alrighty then, on my way!"
*Radio static - Silence*
i always cry when i hear this song.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down lads. 🏴
imagine your in some kind of horror thing with freedom like a long hallway with the escape door at the end being right infront of you and suddenly you hear the 1:45 part behind you as whatever was chasing u just stops and watches leting you escape
Bill cipher:
Yes. We’ll meet again. Sixer!
YOU COPIED ME SAID BILL
@@Uvgvugguyvgiyvigyvcomment was made 3 months ago.
Rest in peace, dear friend
1:46 "We'll meet again..."
I love this version.
This part hits different 0:53
Ah, perfect 2022 theme.
Thank you Sam
the memory of the canvas is always here.
"Only the dead have seen the end of the war"
-Plato
Eerie…. I love it !!!
Maxis.
Weaver.
Dr. Grey.
Dr. Strauss.
Major Carver.
And all Omega and Requiem operators.
Thank you, for the year.
Still obsessed with this 🤍
Release on SoundCloud pleaseeeeeeee
1:40 is insane
i still love you, gio.
i love you since i was born and I'm not gonna leave you, even though I need to wait until I die.
i hope we'll meet again someday.
World War 2 was when the old world truly died. The advancement of technology, the decline of any soft heartedness in culture, the halt and destruction of any previous social progress, the death of so many innocent lives, the acute return of racism, leaving nothing but a husk of many living people who mostly became cold, serious and traumatized individuals who tried their best to discipline their children (aka the 75+ years olds of today), but unknowingly brought the the entire world into a slow decline into it's demise that is still going on.
May God have had given a good rest for these millions of souls. If reincarnation is real, may have these souls just have one more chance to thrive again with shimmers of their vibrant past life memories. May have they indeed meet again.
This song makes me think hard
É bom ouvir isso enquanto o mundo desaba ao seu redor
1:49 sounds like zombies singing
Reminds me of Stranger Things when Billy and Heather were talking about how El almost killed him and it was playing as it showed a shit ton of ppl
Oh yeah
When they were sacrificing those people at the carnival I felt creeped out and terrified but on the verge of tears! That was the scariest episode by far!
1:39 best part
1:37 putting this here for myself
So Angelic!❤
I would be so happy to die to this lol
The last question the interrogator asked the soldier "was it worth it" and he only responded with a crazed laughter as tears streamed down his face, he couldn't respond with words, he was already too far gone. What that interrogator never knew was the reason why, he was hearing the voices of all those he killed singing this song, it drove him insane, he craved death because he wanted to escape the voices, but he also wanted to live forever so he would never have to meet them face to face and suffer the consequences of what he had done.
Is this a true story?
Probably not but where is it from?
@@ethanscott9990 I wrote it, I made it on the spot while listening to the song as I tend to do, I then made it into a dnd character who later became a focal point in the campaign's story before I had to reset the universe a few weeks ago
@@swiftraven2346 Incredible, we need more people like you in places like Hollywood with such creative writing.
Remember guys, bill ciper will return, i don't know where and i curtantly don't know when,
But i know he will return
On some sunny day...
Da fuq you mean lol?
1:38 best bit
My favorite book has this song mentioned ❤
Hoje eu sonhei com essa música...
Beautiful
"Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHA!!" -Bill Cipher, first appearing as he cackles like a madman.
1:49 Creepy But I love it ❤
That part at the end where there’s multiple voices gives me so much anxiety
Pov:it's the apocalypse and there's nothing you can do, you have no weapons or any edible items. Your forced to hide out and betray your one true friend,
Your dog.
.. (eating) as you look down on the corpse of your beloved dog, you starting sobbing. It's non-stop. You only stop when you hear a loud ding (metal clashing together) of a metal shovel hitting your stove. It's a real human! Your saved. No. The other non infected thought you were a zombie, seeing the dog. He proceeds to clang your head with the shovel until your limp.
i dunno why everyone is scared. i find this comforting.
frrrrr same🥺🥺
I find this depressing
1:43 HOLY MOTHERFUCKING GOD
Pov: bill chiper took over gravity falls and gruncle Ford died
there would be no hope 😟
This played when blue meanies started to invade the whole world
(First the pepperland,now the world?!)
1:48 Imagine chillin in your room at night and all you hear is this in the distance...
This feels like growing old
Idk what the heck this is its like 3am and I was just bored.
As the light fades out he grabs your hand. You've been waiting for the moment for a long time. He pulls you close to his chest as the music fades in. Your feet begin to sway as he follows in your footsteps. You lay your head in his chest. You never want this moment to end. After a little bit you pick up your head and you realize your crying. You don't want to pick up your head because he might think something is wrong. You try and wipe your tears before he could realize when you feel a finger under your chin and he pulls up your head so he can look you in the eyes. "Why are you crying?" his velvety voice asks. "Nothing. It's just that this is perfect and I never want to leave here." You say tears still steadily flowing down your face. "You have to wake up." He says almost urgently. You grab his hand and kiss it laughing "What do you mean silly I am awake." He takes a breath "He goes I am sorry to tell you this but this is a dream I'm not actually here." You try and laugh it off again but this time he isn't joking the music abruptly stops and you hear the faint beeping noise of something. You begin to wake up as you sit up. Your hand is grabbing something. Your eyes slowly open an you get used to the lights. You realize that you were in the hospital and that the beeping was the heart monitor. You realize that your holding someone's hand and as you look up you realize that it was the man in the dream. Soon you get flashbacks from what happened the night before. He came over to hang out. You decided to go bowling together and on your way home you got into a car accident. He was the one driving and you were sitting in the passenger seat falling asleep. The other driver was drunk and sadly they hit the driver side of the car. You began to cry not knowing if he was gonna make it. You slowly feel his hand start to squeeze as you begin to look up at him. He smiles at you and says "Your the pretty lady that was in my dream." You smile at him and kiss his hand. You want to give him a hug but he's got tubes and stuff and you don't want to hurt him. "I'm glad your okay." You smile and look at him.
im not gay
@@justatiredguy527 👁️👄👁️
What in the Wattpad
That's longer than my will to live
u good ?
Can anyone else imagine a jazz version of this song?
Like some really happy catchy tune of We'll Meet Again.
Everyone's just hyped up. Basically the opposite of the slowed reverb.
Gravity falls spoilers
This feels like an alternate universe where bill cipher won and weirdmageddon spread across the world
omg yeah- but the weirdness border thingy?
1:39 for myself
Gentleman! You can’t fight in here. This is the War Room!
All y’all calling it terrifying/ scary but I find it beautiful..😕
cuz the meaning is scary and sad ╯︿╰
as a hetalian, i am now incredibly sad 😺👍
wait why is everyone here
Wha-
Same here 😔
um OUCH
It just won’t die bruh 😂
The Burgundians went underground, while Yazov's men gathered 'round. The Americans sounded the alarm, and the Nazis took up arms. The French withered and died, as the South Africans turned to God and cried. The Iraqis said a final prayer, the Japanese moved their pawns either here-or-there, and the English screamed out that after all that they'd suffered "it simply wasn't fair."
Their stories would remain untold, their suffering forgotten. No one would remember their lives, as there would be no one to remember after this day. Where was I, you may ask, on this unholiest of mornings? Sitting on my car, as I watched the blinding lights appear in the distance. One... two... three more as mankind burned its own memory to ashes. I sigh, grinding my lit cigarette into the ashtray, and holding up my bottle to the coming shockwave. A final goodbye to all humanity achieved, and all humanity forfeit. "What a wonderful world..." I close my eyes and smile... I doesn't exist anymore... I can't feel anything...