2025

tame impala new person same old mistakes original version

Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

I was idling in the shadows,
Heart half-asleep, days on repeat.
Smoke in my lungs, rust in my bones,
Time was grinding me down, slow and sweet.

But I hit the road,
Let the blacktop bite,
My blood caught fire,
My soul took flight.

I’m riding hard with the wind in my veins,
Every push of the pedal rewinds the days.
Heart on fire, breath like thunder,
I’m screaming my resurrection into the wonder.

Forty-eight hours, I’m a brand new man,
Legs are screaming, lungs don’t care.
The colors came back, sharp and loud,
I’m alive, goddamn, and I’m not scared.

Every drop of sweat
Washes off the years.
The pain’s the truth,
The ride’s the cure.

I’m riding hard with the wind in my veins,
Burning the miles like they’re made of flame.
Heart on fire, breath like thunder,
I’m screaming my resurrection into the wonder.



Back from the dead

Wheels Keep Turning

Rewind

BETTER
When the world feels better
And when you’re out of luck
I hope that I can be better
Compared, and yet I’m stuck

Hard to feel the dark
When everyone’s better
The hate you share is worse than being better—it’s just letters

To fight the madness in the dark
Is visible by day; oh, where do I start?

Oh, I confess my feelings are hard to put down
When happiness is toxic and it dances all around
Who knows who you truly are? It’s a mystery
And; Yet I think you’re more simple, you’ve got a head, so think

When the time is near
Hope that you find your fears
To feel alive is better
Than any kind of letters

I suppose it’s all the same
I hope you remember my name

When the world feels better
And when you’re out of luck
I hope that I can be better

Better

"how to pretend" is an 6 track ep, which we put together in memory of a friend, who took her life. how to pretend, refers to the feeling of having to pretend you're something you're not. hopefully, you relate.

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This is the definitive version of “Electric Fruit.” A kaleidoscopic daydream. Jangly Mac DeMarco–style guitars drift through Flaming Lips–like cosmic haze, while Paul McCartney’s Ram playfulness and Syd Barrett’s eccentric psychedelia twist the melody into something tender, surreal, and oddly beautiful. Woozy synths, quirky basslines, and lush harmonies carry the song from intimate lo-fi charm to a sparkling, otherworldly finale. It’s whimsical and strange, yet warm and melodic — a psychedelic pop oddity you can hum along to.

Electric Fruit

It's time I begin to believe
Believe what I can't see
Believe in my dreams
Believe in me

I know I can do this
I know I can stay strong
I know I can achieve
For I've been all along

To

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Others may ignore you
But that's okay
They're dealing with
Problems
Right before their face

If you believe
If you trust
Allow yourself to see
If you believe
If you trust
Allow yourself to believe

With

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Others may ignore you
But that's okay
They're dealing with their
Problem
Right before their face

If you believe
If you trust
Allow yourself to see
If you believe
If you trust
Allow yourself to believe

With

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal confidence
Over
External approval

Internal Confidence, Over External Approval

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Futurebook is Gareth Wilson, a songwriter and producer from Los Angeles. All words and music written Gareth Wilson.

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