#/newpersonsameoldmistakes

[juupity]

Tame Impala’s song inspired me to made this poster.

[daletraita]

Guarda il testo della canzone “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” di Tame Impala

[daletraesp]

Letra de la canción “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” de Tame Impala

[daletrabr]

Confira a letra da música “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” de Tame Impala

[os4kii]

Feel like a brand new person

(But you make the same old mistakes)

[billionworship]

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[zippyriffs]

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••• My breakdown performance and discussion of Tame Impala song “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” which gives us a Phrygian modulation to explore in this weeks’s episode of my “Modulation Monday” series ••• The full 4 minute episode is live on my YouTube channel, click link in my profile to subscribe and view new weekly episodes of “Modulation Monday” ••• #ZippyRiffs #TameImpala #KevinParker #NewPersonSameOldMistakes #ModulationMonday #WeeklyYoutubeShow ••• (at Tame Impala) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTRIzihlW0_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thecuriousbrain]

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#brigittebardot #andgodcreatedwoman #tameimpala #newpersonsameoldmistakes

[sativa-believa]

I can just hear them now, "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found, or see it from this way around #currents #tameimpala #newpersonsameoldmistakes #organicclothing #mandala #treeoflife #hippiechic #marigold #girlswithtattoos

[spentthemoney-blog]

Me to me before I repeat a mistake:

via @defineyourgrind

[where-ls-my-mlnd]

“You’d have to tell me that ancient figure for me to give you a proper comparison.” The sheet attitude in that one statement and the swiftness with which it arrives shocks me so hard that it almost gives me whiplash; my eyes bulge, my jaw drops open, and I’m utterly speechless as I just stare at him incredulously. ...Alright, then. Alright, J, give me life, you mouthy ass little shit! Fuckin’ sassing me like that. Okay. Okay, I see you. You know what - I don’t even care. I probably deserved that anyway. I totally meant to taunt him. I kind of half-assed it, ‘cause I don’t really care that much, but I meant to taunt him. You’d be hard pressed to find a teenager who doesn’t have a fake ID, like, it’s not embarrassing to have one, but it’s embarrassing for people to know you have one and that you need to rely on it to be able to do adult things and I know this because I was a teenager once. You don’t ever want to hear a fucking word about your fake ID unless it’s your peers telling you how very cool you are. I remember being seventeen and I know that if anyone ever shattered the pretense that I was an adult and exposed me for being a child I would have lost my fucking mind. I was spectacularly delusional. My favorite age to play was always 22 and I had no fucking idea how young I really looked. If I wasn’t lucky enough to know people who passed for 21 - every single club in the Bay Area would have said “fuck off” and sent me back to my parents. And they were dead. And I looked so offensively young that nobody would have believed me if I told them that. They would have just thought I was lying in an attempt to remove all authority figures from the equation and thereby avoid facing punishment. Sorry, you can’t call my parents - they died! Haha, I can do whatever I want! Until the state of California steps in, anyway. J is...quite the selectively sensitive person. He’s cool with most things, but every now and then something will affect him deeply and much to his chagrin he won’t be able to hide it. I was aiming for his fake ID to be one of those things and I can only assume I was right, based off of what a massive attitude he just caught. You know what though? I like it, honestly. I do. I like this bitchiness for him, it’s fun. I suppose I’m an emotional masochist - I’ve always enjoyed strong, fiery people whose words burn and humor cuts just a little too deep. J is actually on the milder side of what I’m used to. He confirms that he paid an insane amount of money for his fake ID, attributing the splurge to his nicotine addiction, which I get all too well, and that he got it done online, which is new, then tells me to chill out with the J name as it doesn’t appear anywhere on the ID. That throws me for a second. I always forget his real name isn’t J. It may not even start with J, but my brain only knows him as J. It’s weird! Does the fake name on his ID start with the same letter as his real name? What is his real name? I wish I knew but considering how slow he is to open up I doubt I ever will. “I’m not dumb, man. I’ll keep the one letter of your name that I know to myself, since I know it would be so incriminating if it got out,” I quip. “And 2008, wiseass. That’s the figure. Contrary to your beliefs, I am actually not a decaying geriatric. I just turned 24 two months ago. I guess anyone could seem worldly and wise compared to you, though, huh, kiddo?” I put my arm around him and give him a condescending squeeze on the shoulder. He almost immediately squirms out of my grasp and it makes me start to hysterically laugh again. That’s what he gets. We play nice for the time it takes to get in line, which makes me sort of proud of us. God must be feeling remorseful for the way he just completely fucking dropped the ball when it came to my life, because the line isn’t too bad. It’s still pretty fucked, but that’s what happens when you live in one of the most populous cities in the most populous state. In fact, it’s rather forgiving compared to some of the other lines at clubs I’ve seen. According to my estimations, we should arrive at the front of the line within ten minutes: and more or less, those estimations turn out to be correct. This makes me breathe out a sigh of relief, stifling a smile so I don’t look even more like a giddy, over-excited teenager. J, or whatever his real name is, jerks suddenly back into movement, shuffling up to the front of the line with me. I could stifle my smile, but I can’t stifle my laugh at the almost comical way he resurges. I can practically hear the Windows XP Startup sound. The bouncer neglects to ask for my ID, but demands to see J’s, and there is quite the fucking stutter when this happens. J doesn’t show that he’s freaking out; just takes his (fake) ID out of his wallet and flashes it to the guy coolly, but I know that he has to be inside. I am too, a little bit. I mean, it’s like...being rammed up the ass by reality right now. I can’t help but feel incredibly fucking dirty and wrong for sneaking an underage kid into a nightclub. And all because I felt like being social for once, but don’t actually have any close friends my own fucking age. Aren’t I a little old for this? Aren’t I a little old for J? He’s got to know there’s something fucked up about this, he’s too smart not to...at least he’s just doing it for the money, right? Not like he’s gonna lose his fucking mind and start binge drinking once we (if we) get inside. If he does, then fuck it, I’ll spend the whole night looking after him if I have to. Would’ve served me well to have that sort of supervision when I was his age. Would’ve served me well to have a lot of things that I never got. J’s fake ID is met with a curt nod of approval from the bouncer, and we can both finally breathe again. Out of nosiness, I steal the briefest glance at his ID as he shoves it back in his wallet, and what I see almost makes me shit a fucking brick. Ryan Dale Miller. Miller, huh? Didn’t know I had a second long lost brother... “Okay, come on, Ryan,” I say cheerfully as I approach the door, my laughter drowned out by the low, pulsating bass pouring out from the depths of the club. I turn to him briefly, “Should I call you Ryan for the rest of the night? I think I’m getting kind of used to it.” “Go ahead and try,” is his retort. This has no real effect on me; I just snort and raise my eyebrows. “Maybe I will. Not like you could stop me anyway.” It’s the last thing I say before I disappear into technicolored oblivion, into the sea of bodies crowding the club, into the dark, moody, pounding dance music. The full blast of it comes over me in a huge wave, in a dazzling, euphoric fucking rush, and it’s like I’m coming alive, like those primal instincts that had been dormant for three years are rising to the surface and erupting straight out of me. With the blink of an eye, I’m seventeen again, and yet I’m not at all. I can feel all of the phantom sensations of being seventeen, of being fucked up out of my mind, of fevered infatuation, of sweet obsession, of feeling so alive that I thought that I might die. But I’m not seventeen, I’m twenty-four, and there’s something so disorienting about that, like I’m staring at a puzzle put together with all the wrong pieces. It’s some kind of future nostalgia. Everything is different now. There is no illicit rush, no feeling like I’m someplace I shouldn’t be. There is no incessant worry that someone is going to find out I’m underage and kick me out, there is no sense of danger, no sinister undertones to my being here. There couldn’t be. I’m not vulnerable anymore, I’m safe, I know damn well what I’m doing. I belong here now. And as I take in my surroundings, the lights that shine in gorgeous, vibrant blue hues, the pillars that frame the club’s landscape and tower above me, glowing and grand, the overwhelming crowd of people dancing to the rhythm, I’m hit with the most sickening, comforting, terrible, beautiful feeling. Welcome home.

[jackrebel2]

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Feel like a brand new person So happy to know that it's right In a new direction So happy to know I've come to fall Stop thinking that the only option was Feel like a brand new person I finally know what it's like Stop thinking that the only option was So happy to know I've come to fall Stop thinking that the only option was And I know it's hard to describe Stop thinking that the only option was So happy to know that it's right #tameimpala #newpersonsameoldmistakes #girne #itsrainingbitches #girneamericanuniversity (Girne American University) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqHtVcTFde-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14tqm7e3ozg1n

[daletraesp]

Consulta la letra de la canción “New Person, Same Old Mistakes” de Tame Impala

[wildunit]

Maybe that’s what I like... @tame__impala #newpersonsameoldmistakes #tameimpala #wildunit #wusounds

[kareeminthewoods]

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[jethmalbarupal-blog]

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