Master Number: 11243

Title: ANA11243 Tragedy of the Week

Alt Title:

Date Of Creation: 2020-10-16

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

Composers:

• Ethan Rose (BMI) - 40%
• Kenneth Michael Wilken (BMI) - 40%
• Maxwell Allyn (ASCAP) - 20%

Publishers:

• ALLYN (ASCAP) - 20%

App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, hip hop, and pop

Keywords:
angst, anxious, bouncy, confused, explicit, heavy, percussive, poignant, and socially conscience

Lyrical Themes:
anxiety, confusion, crime, doubt, insecurity, and morality

Similar Artists:
MGMT, Rex Orange County, The Beatles, Twenty One Pilots, and Wallows

Tempo:
Varying

Vocal Type:
male

Description: An angsty alt-pop track about living in a world where it seems like a new tragedy is occurring every week, everything is feeling out of control, and processing how to handle all of it. BPM - 145

Lyrics: *EXPLICIT* Pt 1: Who do you call when the murderer wears a badge? Do you feel small when the problem’s bigger than you are? It must be hard When you feel like You don’t have a voice at all I’m screaming with you now Sick of the self-righteous Shit like it’s a charity It’s not, what it is - another tragedy of the week But what can you give When you don’t wanna give up anything at all And you still want credit anyway Pt 2: Everything is twisted morphing into a sadistic world A balance of the pleasure and the pain I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up Everyone I know and love Is turning into something I don’t understand I thought I knew but now I’m all alone And I Could use a hug Going down a rabbit hole And digging my way out of all The negative attention I’ve been paying to myself I gotta change that I wanna make a difference But I don’t know if my vision is enough Am I legitimate enough? Pt 3: Hey this is the voice inside your head I’m here to tell you things that you forget Look at all these choices! The world is filled with choices! But none of them will ever love you back They’re not even real They’re made in factories, they fabricate the toys there And play us all like boardgames Pt 4: Down on myself again Doubting myself again I don’t believe I can do anything on my own I’m inadequate Living in tragedy The whole world is mad at me I can see how I could endlessly make up a grocery list of the ways it feels meaningless Looting my humanness And now you’re abusing me Give it a week or two I’ll be old news again Then you can use me all over I’m new again Yeah I am new again Fuck you, I’m new again

Style Alike: "Experimental, Art Pop, Alternative, Piano pop"

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Created by: Intern Account