Name: Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes by 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 in Copy of Indie
Duration: 12 min 6 s
Description: tame impala new person same old mistakes original version

One of the best songs from Tame Impala's career prove me wrong

Copy of Indie

Jersey or Mars

Rearview

Lyrics:

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But i love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn away
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain away
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

Your too hard to tame
So I dug my grave
For you
Maybe I'm to blame
For all of our pain
Its eating my alive

Cause I made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn
But I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant change, can't change cause I

Made my mistakes
While you would watch
Me burn, and burn but I
I love the thought
The thought of us
I cant turn, cant turn so why
Why wont you stay
If there's nothing to change
I cant take, the pain
One more mistake
Straight to my brain
All the memories of just you and me

mistakes

Moon Wolf

Another Plan That Failed

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Headless Horseman

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things (i wonder)

Blame Game

You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Close my eyes
don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 


I know you don’t wanna ask 
I know you don’t wanna play that 
Make it so sad 
When you hear it on the playback 

Please don’t say that
Please don’t say that 
Ion wanna hear if you never ever came back 

You make me feel sick 

It’s like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
don’t tell me what’s happening 

Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 




Yeah I know I make You sick 

Everyday layin here
Yeah it gets maddening 

you think I can’t feel it 


But It make me feel
 bad when you tell me all these sad things 

In a bad dream 
You won’t tell me what’s happening 
Battling these demons 
You can’t see when they attack me 
Grab me 
Take me to the bottom I’m crashing 
Out 
She a snake give me venom to my neck 
Right now 
But I love the way it feel 
Hope I never come down 
She a snake give me venom to my neck right now
But I love the way it feel 
Hope i never come down
But I love the way it feel 
 I love the way it feel

And You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
 don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 

And you make me 
And You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
 don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 

bad dream (Prod. QUITAll)

tame impala new person same old mistakes original version

Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

Crumbling

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“She Goes” draws you into the pull of the unknown — hypnotic repetition and haunting melodies create a dreamy, emotional atmosphere that lingers long after the last note.

She Goes

Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

Order Eats the Sun

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Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

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