Master Number: 10649
Title: ANA10649 Pound of Flesh
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Date Of Creation: 2016-09-30
Active: Yes
Public: Yes
Composers:
- Ronald Pope (BMI) - 100%
Publishers:
- Brooklyn Basement Publishing (BMI) - 100%
App Owner's Share: %
Genres:
alternative, hard rock, indie, and rock
Keywords:
aggressive, badass, dangerous, dark, gritty, powerful, rocking, suspense, and uneasy
Lyrical Themes:
infatuation, introspection, loneliness, relationship struggle, sacrifice, self destruction, and starting over
Similar Artists:
Arctic Monkeys, Band Of Skulls, Jack White, Kaleo, Kings of Leon, Royal Blood, and The Black Keys
Tempo:
Slow
Vocal Type:
male
Onestop:
ONESTOP
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Vocal
Albums:- Truett - EP (#4)
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Instrumental
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Description: BPM - 75 In this track, Truett uses the metaphor "pound of flesh" to describe how he has faced the consequences of his decisions and paid all of his debts, and because of that, he does not have anything left to give.
Lyrics: From the prisons to the churches To the poison to the ground All the voices of the angels And the screaming barroom crowds I've had enough, I've had enough She had tattoos on her fingers And a gold ring in her nose Had a mouth just like a sailor So I was scared to take her home To my mama's house, to my mama's house And I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh I don't know what I've got left There were stains down on the carpet And a cross above the bed And the parking lot was empty So I smoked her cigarettes All by myself, all by myself And I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh I don't know what I've got left
Style Alike: X Ambassadors
Notes:
Created by: Taryn
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