Master Number: 11105

Title: ANA11105 Death by Telephone

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Date Of Creation: 2020-04-03

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

Composers:

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App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, indie, pop, pop rock, and singer-songwriter


Keywords:
adventure, brokenhearted, confused, dreamy, driving, emotional, energetic, honest, indie, passionate, reckless, and yearning


Lyrical Themes:
annoyance, breakup, emotions, goodbye, heartache, heartbreak, hurt, it's over, leave, loneliness, lost love, and yearning


Similar Artists:
Broken Social Scene, Coldplay, Fleet Foxes, Local Natives, and Wilco


Tempo:
Midtempo


Vocal Type:
male


Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Albums:
    • red eyes (#8)
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200403-19530-7tv2na/ana.11105.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200403-19530-7tv2na/ana.11105.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200403-19530-7tv2na/ana.11105.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes
  2. Instrumental
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200311-9538-1m49gyd/ana.11105.2.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200311-9538-1m49gyd/ana.11105.2.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /tmp/d20200311-9538-1m49gyd/ana.11105.2.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: A dreamy indie-pop song about heartbreak and wanting to forget someone. BPM - 112

Lyrics: Baby, I think I’m finally starting to get you She told me through here teeth and her perfume I never want to see you again But in the morning she’s pulling off her clothes in the bathroom I’m standing in the hall I’ll be gone soon Who did I think I was? And it’s breaking up again Telephone lines Wrapped around my neck I don’t want to think about Anything you said And now you’re living on the south side Staring at the cars as they pass by Drinking up the smoke if you’re too high You’re never gonna come back down And you said that it was Jesus Who broke into your room in an earthquake And shook you from your bed, all the glass frames Shattered on the carpet floor And it’s breaking up again Telephone lines Wrapped around my neck I don’t want to think about Anything you said I don’t want to think about Anything you said

Style Alike: Shakey Graves, The Oh Hellos,

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Created by: Intern Account

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