I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight Stop and wait a sec When I try to find a cat, the jungle’s still Where I’d expect I probably should get used to all the change since 1.10 When was it, oh, I forget Systems fall apart The cave’s so big, it swallows all the torches’ little sparks Mining by the light, though it’s no harsher than the dark A little more adventure, and a lot less rails And carts I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight But now I go so deep into the mines It seems like all the gems are found beneath The veins of iron I’m always running out of coal for torches to make light Keep the phantoms from the night’s full moon I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and Fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight for a while Video Information
This video, titled ‘1.9 – A Minecraft Parody of Arctic Monkeys’ “505”‘, was uploaded by Quentin Lovejoy on 2022-09-17 00:00:28. It has garnered 3577 views and 205 likes. The duration of the video is 00:04:10 or 250 seconds.
Lyrics: I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight
Stop and wait a sec When I try to find a cat, the jungle’s still where I’d expect I probably should get used to all the change since 1.10 When was it, oh, I forget
Systems fall apart The cave’s so big, it swallows all the torches’ little sparks Mining by the light, though it’s no harsher than the dark A little more adventure, and a lot less rails and carts
I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight
But now I go so deep into the mines It seems like all the gems are found beneath the veins of iron I’m always running out of coal for torches to make light Keep the phantoms from the night’s full moon
I’m going back to 1.9 Before the seven years of flight with my elytra by my side In my imagination, the game’s so young and fresh and kind In the end, no end in sight for a while