All Instruments, Engineer: Ari Levine
All Instruments: Brody Brown
All Instruments: Bruno Mars
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Christian Plata
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Erik Madrid
Mixer: Manny Marroquin
Masterer: Stephen Marcussen
Executive Producer: The Smeezingtons
Writer: Andrew Wyatt
Writer: Ari Levine
Writer: Brody Brown
Writer: Bruno Mars
Writer: Claude Kelly
Writer: Philip Lawrence
Video credits:
Directed, produced and edited by Natasha Pincus
Body art by Emma Hack
Cinematographer and colourist: Warwick Field
Scenic artist: Howard Clark
Key grip: Rob Hansford
Assistants: Rose Cidoni, Claire Leighton, Rob Murray
Original artwork by Frank De Backer
Music credits:
Produced by Wally De Backer
Mixed by Francois Tetaz, assisted by Wally at Moose Mastering, Richmond, VIC
Bass recorded by Wally in Lucas Tarantos loungeroom, Melbourne, VIC
All other sounds put together by Wally in The Barn, Merricks, VIC
Bass guitar: Lucas Taranto
Lead and backing vocals: Kimbra
Guitar, flutes, percussion and synth samples, lead and backing vocals: Wally
Contains a sample of the recording Seville as performed by Luiz Bonfa. Courtesy of Geffen Records, under license from Universal Music Enterprises. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Written by Luiz Bonfa and published by Sasqua Music. Used by permission.
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Somebody That I Used To Know — lyrics
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 its 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 Ill admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didnt have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I dont even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didnt have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I dont need that though
Now youre 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 Id done
And I dont wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldnt catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didnt have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I dont even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didnt have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I dont need that though
Now youre just somebody that I used to know
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LYRICS
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didnt have to rhyme every time I sang,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money."
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.