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Music video by The Exies performing Ugly.
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Support my music, get the album 'Echo' NOW! =) Available on iTunes, Amaz...
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Support my music, get the album 'Echo' NOW! =) Available on iTunes, Amazon and all other online stores! http://t.co/o7k93CjB http://www.ricard...
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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.
************* 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... ************* 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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