Love
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
[Kimbra:]
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
[Gotye:]
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)
“Somebody I Used to Know” - Gotye
I've been trying to do it right I've been living a lonely life I've been sleeping here instead I've been sleeping in my bed, sleeping in my bedSo show me family Or the blood that I would bleed I don't know where I belong I don't know where I went wrong But I can write a song (Hey!) 1,2,3 I belong with you, you belong with me in my sweet home I belong with you, you belong with me in my sweet (Ho!) I don't think you're right for him Leave the world it might have been Took the bus to china town I've been standing often now In the bowery, She'd be standing next to me (hey!)
Wars waged by the US are inevitably imperialist; that is part of the toothache. But are they also irredeemably so? Can the local good-the protection of these people or that city-never outweigh the global problem that human rights are, at best, invoked inconsistently and hypocritically, and at worst to excuse any and every war? Humanitarian warfare, clearly bad in principle, often looks good from the standpoint of a particular people at a particular moment, when they are threatened with death.
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