Währing (German pronunciation: [ˈvɛːʁɪŋ]) is the 18th district of Vienna and lies in northwestern Vienna on the edge of the Vienna Woods. It was formed in 1892 from the unification of the older suburbs of Währing, Weinhaus, Gersthof, Pötzleinsdorf, Neustift am Walde and Salmannsdorf. In 1938 Neustift am Walde and Salmannsdorf were annexed to the neighbouring 19th District (Döbling). Because of several wealthy neighbourhoods (e.g. Cottageviertel), Währing is known today as one of Vienna’s upmarket districts, along with Döbling and Hietzing.
Währing covers 6.28 km2 in northwestern Vienna on the slopes of the Wienerwald between the Gürtel and the Höhenstraße. The district ascends from the steep banks of the (now channeled and enclosed) Währinger Stream on both sides. It is bordered to the north by the 19th District (Döbling), to the east by the 9th District (Alsergrund) and to the south and west by the 17th District (Hernals).
Währing lies between two ridges to the north and south. The hills of Schafsberg and Michaelerberg belong to the Wienerwald and form part of the boundary of the Vienna Basin. The hills in Währing consist of multi-layered sandstone alternating with clay, except for the high grounds of Pötzleinsdorf and Türkenschanze, which are of sands. In the lower parts of the district one finds deposits of the stone tegel; at higher elevations mostly hard sands, rocks and boulders. On the road Schafberggasse limestone was uncovered during construction of a canal: due to the former location of the Tethys Ocean, various remnants of marine life can be found beneath the district. Numerous sand quarries in the area provided building material for centuries.
It always turns me on to see
The way you look at me
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon
Would you even think about leaving so soon?
And there she hits you within your eye
You know all is lost and about to die
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Fateful severed spiteful boy
Deep away in the heart of joy
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
You give yourself the red carpet grave
The last of the lost was hereby saved
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart
She turned back to the story from the start
And there she goes all dressed in style
All is won within all that dies
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Deadly severed spiteful tongue
Sweep away the heart with songs
Run like crazy, run to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
A rose dressed in thorns
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
A rose dressed in thorns
A black kingdom between mountains of lust
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
Kick up a fire and watch them explode
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night