'you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness | like resignation to the end, always the end'

a post has been sweeping across a ton of my contact’s facebooks and twitter feed’s recently – a song called ‘somebody that I used to know’. It’s a phenomenal use of a band, who coordinates around a guitar, and picks out the notes in the song, and sings along to it. It’s BEAUTIFUL.
however.... i need to prop the original artist. i'm in love with a man named gotye. his stunning style, his videos that play like independent art films, his perfect voice, his amazing eyes, and his perfect | perfect | perfect lyrics. i crumble like a leaf when i listen to his lyrics. he once said in an interview: 'the thing i feel best about seeing my song resonating with more people than any of my previous material has, or getting a chance to get in the charts, and be selling higher and things like that, is that it hasn't been any kind of conscious construction to try to fit the current mould of pop music'
he's perfect. these 2 videos are 2 of his more current videos... but they're great introductions to his perfect lyrics, his voice, and the way his style varies so greatly when he creates music.
please. enjoy. i love him. 
somebody that i used to know (feat. kimbra)

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 | no 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 you're just somebody that I used to know | 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 | and 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 | somebody | (I used to know) | somebody | (now you're just somebody that I used to know) 

heart's a mess

pick apart | the pieces of your heart | and let me peer inside | let me in | where only your thoughts have been | let me occupy your mind | as you do mine | your heart’s a mess | you won’t admit to it | it makes no sense | but I’m desperate to connect | and you, you can’t live like this | you have lost | (too much love) | to fear, doubt and distrust | (it’s not enough) | you just threw away the key | (to your heart) | you don’t get burned | (’cause nothing gets through) | it makes it easier | (easier on you) | but that much more difficult for me | to make you see… | love ain’t fair | so there you are | my love | your heart’s a mess | you won’t admit to it | it makes no sense | but I’m desperate to connect | and you, you can’t live like this | your heart’s a mess | you won’t admit to it | it makes no sense | but I’m desperate to connect | and you, you can’t live like this | love ain’t safe | you won’t get hurt if you stay chaste | so you can wait | but I won't waste my love

edit: 3 of my hilarious and amazing best friends made their own version.... based on this cover.