Master Number: 10311

Title: ANA10311 Queen of Recovery

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Date Of Creation: 2013-05-21

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

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App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, electro pop, electronic, and indie

Keywords:
dark, ethereal, and indie

Lyrical Themes:
addiction, change, obsession, pain, persistence, and struggle

Similar Artists:
BANKS, BROODS, Fever Ray, Phantogram, and Sylvan Esso

Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo

Vocal Type:
female

Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Albums:
    • Ouroboros and the Black Dove (#4)
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes
  2. Instrumental
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.2.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.2.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10311.2.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: Struggling with overcoming addiction

Lyrics: Why would I cling to my own cage Never to be free From the folly of a tyrant's reign It makes no sense to me Silent Kings... tempting me And the jester I used to be Screaming softly... they barely make a sound I am the queen of recovery When the echoes of the drums are gone And the silence draws me near I'll be searching for the mournful song That seemed so loud and clear Silent Kings... tempting me And the jester I used to be Screaming softly... they barely make a sound And the queen of recovery Dodging rocks in a violent sea Sailing slowly... between the lost and found, between the lost and found, between the lost and found Why would I cling to my own cage Never to be free From the folly of a tyrant's reign It makes no sense to me All hail the queen Between the lost and the found. Find solid ground Between the lost and the found... Find solid ground...

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Created by: Liz Rogers

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