Master Number: 10877

Title: ANA10877 Beast

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Date Of Creation: 2013-07-04

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

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App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, americana, blues, indie, and rock


Keywords:
acoustic/unplugged, ballad, bluesy, breezy, cynical, dark, eerie, horror, lullaby, new orleans, soul, and swaying


Lyrical Themes:
danger, death, emotional pain, escape, ghosts, love, pain, revenge, scary, soul searching, terror, and vampires


Similar Artists:
Bishop Briggs, Civil Wars, Delta Rae, Elle King, The Delta Saints, and ZZ Ward


Tempo:
Slow


Vocal Type:
female


Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Albums:
    • Kim Logan (#9)
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes
  2. Instrumental
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.2.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.2.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10877.2.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: A slower, haunting ballad about battling with your demons.

Lyrics: Beast I swallow his beasts, I absorb his demons like shock therapy, flypaper in the evening I’m cold alone, til he brings me home in an alley between the old gods and the new game we happened to meet, came alive on a Sunday, I’m told of Rome and all its roads but ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing you alone know the good I can do to love you or become you, I can never choose so I sink my teeth deep into him and I come up bloody and beat took the brunt of the ruin, I’m young again from his western wind now I’m up to my knees in the weeds and the letters it still seems so strange to me that to bleed made me better, I’m spinning gold out of all I know but ooh, I sing for you, my sweet thing you alone know the good I can do to love you or become you, I could never choose

Style Alike: Grace Potter

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Created by: Intern Account

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