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Music video by The Exies performing Ugly.
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Film clip for the Gotye song Somebody That I Used To Know, featuring Kimbra.
New album Making Mirrors out now in Aus, NZ, Belgium, Netherlands and Luxembourg
Directed, produced and edited by Natasha Pincus
Body art by Emma Hack
Cinematographer and colourist: Warwick Field
Scenic artist: Howard Clark
Key grip: Rob Hansford
Assistants: Rose Cidoni, Claire Leighton, Rob Murray
Original artwork by Frank De Backer
Music credits:
Produced by Wally De Backer
Mixed by Francois Tetaz, assisted by Wally at Moose Mastering, Richmond, VIC
Bass recorded by Wally in Lucas Taranto's loungeroom, Melbourne, VIC
All other sounds put together by Wally in The Barn, Merricks, VIC
Bass guitar: Lucas Taranto
Lead and backing vocals: Kimbra
Guitar, flutes, percussion and synth samples, lead and backing vocals: Wally
Contains a sample of the recording "Seville" as performed by Luiz Bonfa.
Courtesy of Geffen Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises.
Used by permission. All rights reserved.
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Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
Somebody...
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Somebody That I Used To Know is from the Gotye album Making Mirrors out now.
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The Offspring - You're gonna go far kid
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autor słów utworu: K.Grabowski
kompozytor: K.Grabowski
Chłopcy idą na wojn...
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autor słów utworu: K.Grabowski
kompozytor: K.Grabowski
Chłopcy idą na wojnę (The boys are going to war)
Na mszę dzwony grzmiały dostojnie
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Czyszczą ordery tłuste generały
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Pchają puste brzuchy panny dorodne
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Maszerują wystraszone łyse pały
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
I Jeszcze się zgadza
Obecności lista
I Jeszcze się zgadza
Obecności lista
Na mszę dzwony grzmiały dostojnie
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Czyszczą ordery tłuste generały
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Pchają puste brzuchy panny dorodne
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
Maszerują wystraszone łyse pały
Chłopcy idą na wojnę
I jeszcze się zgadza
Obecności lista
Chociaż czai się ten
Niedobry sen
Całuje nas las i tulą okopy
Chłopcy piszą listy z wojny
Śmierć jest wszędzie i po trzykroć
Chłopcy piszą listy z wojny
Ptaki nam śpiewają brzydko
Chłopcy piszą listy z wojny
Śni nam się pięknych panien wilgoć
Chłopcy piszą listy z wojny
Ten list to znak
Że jeszcze jesteś
Słowa czołgają się cicho
Chłopiec pisze szeptem
W mieście dzisiaj dzień zwycięstwa
W mieście noc szaleństwa
Defilują tłuste generały
Panny topią się w rumieńcach
Orkiestra marsza gra na rynku
Dzwony w kościołach
Tylko chłopców tutaj nie ma
Urosły na nich zioła
Imiona z grobów
Deszcz pozmywał
Imiona z grobów
Deszcz pozmywał
W mieście dzisiaj dzień zwycięstwa
W mieście noc szaleństwa
Defilują tłuste generały
Panny topią się w rumieńcach
Orkiestra marsza gra na rynku
Dzwony w kościołach
Tylko chłopców tutaj nie ma
Urosły na nich zioła
Imiona z grobów
Deszcz pozmywał
Deszcz co handlarz
Obłęd się nazywa
Wersja anglieska (jeśli możesz przetłumaczyć ten tekst lepiej, wyślij mi wiadomość :-) ).
English version (I have prepared it because of request from one of viewer, if you can improve it, send me an PM :-) ):
The boys are going to war
Bells are thundering nobly at the Mass
The boys are going to war
Fatty generals are cleaning badges
The boys are going to war
Buxom Misses are pushing fatty bellies
The boys are going to war
The frightened baldheads are marching
The boys are going to war
And still
The presence list is agreeing on figures
And still
The presence list is agreeing on figures
Bells are thundering nobly at the Mass
The boys are going to war
Fatty generals are cleaning badges
The boys are going to war
Buxom Misses are pushing fatty bellies
The boys are going to war
Marching frightened baldheads
The boys are going to war
And still
The presence list is agreeing on figures
Although
The Bad dream is lurking
The forest is kissing us and the tenches are clinging
The boys are writting letters from the war
Death is everywhere, and thrice
The boys are writting from the war
Birds are singing to us ugly
The boys are writting from the war
We are dreaming about beautiful maidens' moisture
The boys are writting from the war
This letter is a sign
That you are still existing
Words are crawling softly
The boy is writting in a whisper
Today is a day of victory in the city
The night of madness in the city
Fat generals are parading
Virgins are melting in the blushes
The orchestra is playing a march on the market
The bells in churches
Only boys is not here
Herbs grown on them
Names of the graves
Has been washed out by rain
Names of the graves
Has been washed out by rain
In the city today a day of victory
In the city the night of madness
Fat generals are parading
Virgins are melting in the blushes
The orchestra is playing a march on the market
The bells in churches
Only boys aren't here
Herbs has grown on them
Names from the graves
Has been washed out by rain
Rain that
Is called Insanity
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