Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ELIPSCION
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Schoenwald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Schoenwald
Producer
Lirik
Restore the cartridge, clear the slate,
Dial-up hums that resonate.
Neon glow and static’s trace,
Take me back to a timeless place.
Saturday mornings, cereal in hand,
Cartoon heroes took their stand.
Thundercats rise, He-Man’s might,
Laser tag battles lit the night.
Mario’s leap, a world in 8-bit,
Clockwork tones where memories sit.
Beneath the glow of a CRT’s sheen,
The basement hums, a digital scene.
Cassette tapes spin with practiced care,
Mixtape tracks, a teenage prayer.
Glow-in-the-dark stars scattered above,
Pogs and hacky sacks—simple love.
Take me back to the pixels and lines,
Arcades alive with quarters in time.
Dial-up calls like ghosts in the air,
A life of codes, connection rare.
Blockbuster nights, analog streams,
Pressing rewind on yesterday’s dreams.
80s, 90s, a world aglow,
Take me back to the life I know.
Transformers waged their endless war,
Tamagotchis cried for something more.
MS-DOS commands, sharp and terse,
Dot matrix echoes in rhythmic verse.
Nickelodeon’s slime, a rite of youth,
Sega and Nintendo debating truth.
Backyard stages, morphing with pride,
The golden age where dreams collide.
Pages turned in Goosebumps tales,
Hidden codes gave Contra trails.
Walkman spools with magnetic grace,
Each rewind preserved its place.
“Welcome, you’ve got mail!” we’d hear,
The modem’s song both harsh and clear.
Dreamcast spinning, the future’s pledge,
Yet nostalgia clings to pixel’s edge.
Take me back to the pixels and lines,
Arcades alive with quarters in time.
Dial-up calls like ghosts in the air,
A life of codes, connection rare.
Blockbuster nights, analog streams,
Pressing rewind on yesterday’s dreams.
80s, 90s, a world aglow,
Take me back to the life I know.
Clear the dust, press “Start” once more,
A portal opens, a past restored.
Retro visions that never fade,
Take me back… to the games we played.
Written by: Brett Schoenwald
