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Cleur
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Cleur - Liminal (Official Video)
'Liminal' is out on all platforms. Stream it here:
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Liminal · Cleur
Released on: 18 March 2022
© ℗ 2022 Cleur
linktr.ee/Cleur
Liminal · Cleur
Released on: 18 March 2022
© ℗ 2022 Cleur
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Cleur - Prologue (Official Video)
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'Prologue' is out on all platforms. Stream it here: linktr.ee/Cleur Prologue · Cleur Released on: 3 July 2021 © ℗ 2021 Cleur
C418 - Aria Math (Cinematic Remix)
มุมมอง 310K4 ปีที่แล้ว
Aria Math (Cinematic Remix) is now available on SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/chroniccleur/aria-math-cinematic-remix soundcloud.com/chroniccleur linktr.ee/cleur Feel free to incorporate this piece into your project, and kindly credit the original composers. An original composition by C418 Remix by Cleur
C418 - Mice on Venus (Cinematic Remix)
มุมมอง 104K5 ปีที่แล้ว
Mice on Venus (Cinematic Remix) is now available on SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/chroniccleur/mice-on-venus-cinematic-remix soundcloud.com/chroniccleur linktr.ee/cleur Feel free to incorporate this piece into your project, and kindly credit the original composers. An original composition by C418 Remix by Cleur
C418 - Sweden (Cinematic Remix)
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Sweden (Cinematic Remix) is now available on SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/chroniccleur/c418-minecraft-sweden-cinematic-remix soundcloud.com/chroniccleur linktr.ee/cleur Feel free to incorporate this piece into your project, and kindly credit the original composers. An original composition by C418 Remix by Cleur
the minecraft movie is fucked
As someone once said: "this is the only math that i like"
POV: you just built a masterpiece on creative
누가 2024년에 보고 있습니까?
ascending channel
So....
This should be the real Minecraft live action music
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i think skyblock at its core is the ultimate challenge in resource management.
if the minecraft movie aint got this i aint watching it.
0:47 imagine the Minecraft movie final Song have this part? Heheh, no.
when the redstone bois make a literal fucking PC to play minecraft in minecraft (AND IT WORKS)
in other universe this remix is used for the animated minecraft movie about the minecraft adventure
no jack black
Anyone else use to love playing those built in halo, christmas and skyrim xbox texture packs? Those were some amazing memories playing creative in those worlds. And c418 was always playing. Oh the memories of ye olde minecraft.
“You were supposed to be a Hero, Brian! Look at what you’ve become” “Hm, I’m thinkin’ I like that name.” “THIS WORLD IS MINE TO CRAFT! Time to take it up a notch”
imagine this for the trailor of an fully animated
goated 🐐
This better play in the new minecraft movie
@cleur i'm making a movie on a minecraft mod can i use this? i'll tag you in it
bro im gonna make it too. btw what"s your story of movie
If they ever make a Minecraft movie and this isn't in it, I'm boycotting
start boycotting
@@GarrettTheCarrot wsg garret
Well, not only this isn't in it, there's nothing in it at all
💀
This is epic😎😎
i remember watching my sister playing the game and I always laughed when he took some damage and the funny uff sound started playing instead of the new damage sound effect (🐁on)
I want to make a Skyrim Minecraft mod and may I please with your permission use this 0-0
Minecraft Movie credits
This better play at the end of the Minecraft movie.
Melancholy
absolutely amazing, your videos are always a highlight!
hello, i am an employee at mojang and im reaching out to you to ask if we may use this song in the minecraft movie thank you for your consideration -mojang
imagine a gritty live action mc movie with this for the opening crawl 0.0
“Arte musical "
the fact that the beginning sounds like note blocks
Надо будет это включить в сьемки..
Who is here for 2024
This hopefully will be the song for my last ever block I place. As they say, you place your first block and eventually will place your last.. All these years, summer days of watching our favorite Minecraft TH-camr, eating our favorite snacks, and drinking your favorite drink. Suddenly, being an adult comes along and it's not the same. Your favorite TH-camrs had a baby, quit or got in trouble with the law or worst, passed away.. It hurts more than anything..
Nice song❤
I see the player you mean. Player? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the OżÉrh, and created a XÞŮ)I for Łžuwö, in the eăÞĄI. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely ů7ÀAn and ñfÍvČ, I wish to tell them that they are yÄÀüž in the űêÜöU. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player… Use its name. Player Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. Player Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by… Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”. Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”. Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words… Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breath faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.
When Mojang does an April Fools' update... AND MAKES IT AN ACTUAL RELEASE (1.22)
I like to think that in the past like probably thousands of years before Steve shows up in minecraft, that there used to be a civilization with advanced technology like us, and it would be peaceful and nobody would have to worry about a thing except money and taxes, but then a secret group of scientists manage to open several portals in a research facility, but then from all the portals all sorts of monsters emerge including the wither, who manages to kill and destroy the research facility and escapes out into the world wreaking havoc onto civilization itself, destroying buildings, homes, families, people would be running for their lives hoping to find a sense of safety, some hiding in caves, some hopping into a vehicle and attempting to drive as far away from the wither as possible, but as that happens the curse of a zombie virus plagues civilization turning other people into zombies and all sorts of creatures and mobs. And while all this would be happening, this song would be playing as the Wither destroys everything and everyone, and then eventually the Enderdragon shows up, and teleports every single human to the end dimension, eventually turning them all into mindless endermen who lost all sense of who they once were. Humanity and Civilization collapses as a whole and is left to the danger of time. And eventually all traces of that once advanced civilization is lost to time and tiny unnoticeable remnants of that civilization lies deep within caves, and from all the mobs that spawn in the darkness, and the mindless endermen who teleports happily all around the world, who all once used to be human.
Your channel is super underrated. Amazing work you've done
Me observing bro's atrocious, Inhumane, and torturous farm (he's unemployed):
Woah this is a great remix!!!
Underated af
I can’t believe they removed the OG soundtracks… :(
If minecraft gets a new boss, this needs to be its theme!!!
This appears to be based on the original version of the song.
0:47
POV: Your redstone calculator starts drawing astronomical maps and quantum equations when you divide 0 by 0
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This is a banger bro, can i use this in my video? I'll give credit