The Wanderer’s Tales: Minecraft Song

This video, titled ‘The Wanderer’s Tales (Minecraft Song)’, was uploaded by Immindragon on 2024-09-15 23:42:45. It has garnered 57 views and 1 likes. The duration of the video is 00:05:44 or 344 seconds.

Minecraft fan song made using Suno. If a wandering trader went to some remote village and told them about the things players do, they would probably think he was crazy or just spinning fanciful tales. Pretty much everything players do would seem impossible, from spawning in mobs that shouldn’t exist to building entire cities. This song is meant to look at those stories from the point of view of a villager that has never heard of players before.

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Lyrics: [Intro] The trader’s cart rolled into town, I stood by the square, not making a sound, His cloak full of colors, his eyes full of tales, He spoke of strange lands and impossible trails.

[Verse] He said, “I’ve seen a giant, tall as the trees, With footsteps that rumbled like a storm on the seas, And in a forest so deep, where no light could creep, Lurks a bunny so fierce, no one dares make a peep.”

[Pre-Chorus] I glanced at my neighbors, they smirked and they sighed, But I leaned in closer, my curiosity wide. For though his words danced with a fanciful gleam, I couldn’t help get lost in his dream.

[Chorus] I know these tales aren’t true, But I love the way they feel, The magic in his stories, Makes the mundane seem surreal. He spins a world where the impossible’s true, And though my heart knows better, I still want to believe it too.

[Verse] “A city,” he said, “built in the sky, Where the clouds kiss the buildings as they pass by. And farms that stretch out, not a soul in sight, Yet the crops are harvested day and night.”

[Pre-Chorus] The old men just chuckled, the children stood near, But I edged even closer, to catch every word clear. For though his tales had a twinkle of deceit, In our small village they were such a treat.

[Chorus] I know these tales aren’t true, But I love the way they feel, The magic in his stories, Makes the mundane seem surreal. He spins a world where the impossible’s true, And though my heart knows better, I still want to believe it too.

[Verse] “And I’ve met folks,” he whispered with a grin, “Who wear shells on their backs, and fireworks they spin, They soar through the skies with a boom and a flash, Leaving trails of light as they swoop and dash.”

[Pre-Chorus] The sun started setting, but no one moved away, His stories had a charm, a power to sway. For though we all knew they couldn’t be right, We lingered there, enchanted through the night.

[Chorus] I know these tales aren’t true, But I love the way they feel, The magic in his stories, Makes the mundane seem surreal. He spins a world where the impossible’s true, And though my heart knows better, I still want to believe it too.

[Bridge] As the firelight flickered, the night grew still, His stories wrapped ’round us like a warm, gentle thrill. In that moment of quiet, with stars shining bright, I wondered if maybe there’s more to his light. Could there be a truth in the whispers he shared? Or just dreams of a traveler, carefully prepared?

[Verse] “And builders,” he said, “who never need rest, They raise castles and towers, their skills are the best. For days they work, without pause or sleep, Their creations so grand, they’d make you weep.”

[Pre-Chorus] The fire flickered low, the stars filled the sky, But his voice held us fast, and we all wondered why. For though his tales were as wild as they come, They painted a world where our hearts could run.

[Chorus] I know these tales aren’t true, But I love the way they feel, The magic in his stories, Makes the mundane seem surreal. He spins a world where the impossible’s true, And though my heart knows better, I still want to believe it too.

[Outro] As the dawn began breaking, he packed up his gear, We laughed at the tales, yet I held them dear. I headed back to the fields, to the life that I knew, But then, a whistle above, and a shadow that flew. I paused for a moment, my heart in a dance, Maybe, just maybe, there’s more to his stance.