𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 - 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗲 💀📼

Описание: 00:00 Rave
03:03 Arcade
05:58 Fair
06:12 Brand names? Don’t matter here!
12:05 Oh look, people staring at their phones…

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Material edit:    • 1990s Old School Jungle & Rave Tribute Mix  
4 keys sampler: Capro
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Many laugh at the past, thinking it was obsolete. But it was a real past a time of absolute freedom of thought, a way of thinking, and everything else.
This is a video about destroying your reality. Pure, raw nostalgia, with no cuts, no filters, no bullshit.

Do you think you’re special now? You’re not.
Neither am I. I’m just the one telling this.

I made this track with all the spirit of the 90s, without disrespecting those generations. They were free. We are not.
No fucking phones in hands like zombies.
No fucking mobiles wired to people’s brains.

Here, it’s just people enjoying the moment of their private lives.

Enjoy this time jump. You rarely see something this genuine.
You might think I’m not being humble, but I don’t give a damn about your opinion. The world wasn’t made to please you.

Accept life as it was and as it is now. But you can always travel through time thanks to things like this.
That’s what you’ve got.
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Music by ZAYAZ
© All Rights Reserved.
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Static glow in a bedroom late at night
CRT hum, blue light in my eyes
Plastic dreams in a jewel case spine
Boot-up chime feels holy every time

No patches needed, no gates to pass
You bought the world, you owned the class
Polygons rough but the soul was clean
Every disc a universe unseen

Memory cards full of borrowed lives
Racing time in low res skies
Cities drawn with fearless hands
Built by artists, not demands

No countdown clocks, no coins to feed
Just curiosity and need
Press start, disappear
The real world fades, the magic’s here

Dream awake in thirty-two
Pixels breathing something true
PlayStation nights, Saturn skies
Legends born before the lies
No DLC, no gold disguise
Just pure design and open minds
Dream awake, don’t let it die
Thirty two bit lullaby

Steel souls run in Silent Hill
Metal Gear bends time and will
Final Fantasy taught hearts to break
Crash spins joy, no room for fake

Sega skies in Panzer Dragoon
NiGHTS still flies across the moon
RPGs that took their time
Every quest a hand-made sign

Whole games shipped, complete and bold
Not cut in parts, not bought, not sold
Secrets hid behind the edge
You earned the truth, not a pledge

Developers with something to say
No algorithms in the way
Risk was king, ideas free
Before content became currency

Dream awake in thirty-two
Pixels breathing something true
PlayStation nights, Saturn skies
Legends born before the lies
No DLC, no gold disguise
Just pure design and open minds
Dream awake, don’t let it die
Thirty-two bit lullaby

Loading screens felt like a prayer
Waiting meant the world was there
Imagination filled the gaps
In jagged lines and looping maps

We didn’t need realism’s chains
We needed wonder in our veins
Magic lived in what was missed
Not everything was shown, but felt like this

Midnight saves, eyes half closed
Tomorrow waits, but no one knows
That someday games would sell the key
To doors we opened free

This isn’t hate, it’s memory
A different creative gravity
When passion led and profit slept
And promises were always kept

Dream awake in thirty two
A golden age we once all knew
PlayStation nights, Saturn flame
Every disc a sacred name
No seasons sold, no skins to buy
Just legends burning in our minds
Dream awake, eternally
Thirty-two bit legacy

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𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫