Master Number: 11455

Title: ANA11455 Lycanthrowup

Alt Title:

Date Of Creation: 2018-05-18

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

Composers:

Publishers:

App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, indie, pop rock, and rock


Keywords:
bold, gritty, honest, lively, and pounding


Lyrical Themes:
confidence, falling in love, games, independence, relationship, restless, and romance


Similar Artists:
Arcade Fire, Foster The People, Green Day, Grouplove, Local Natives, Pearl Jam, and Third Eye Blind


Tempo:
Slow


Vocal Type:
male


Onestop:
ONESTOP


Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Albums:
    • Tayls (#4)
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20220829-20269-1wrvk4j/ana.11455.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /tmp/d20220829-20269-1wrvk4j/ana.11455.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /tmp/d20220829-20269-1wrvk4j/ana.11455.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: With some slight country influences in electric guitar melodies. Down tempo rock tune about playing games, knowing that you've met the person who can challenge you. Still craving to be independent, elusive. BPM - 68

Lyrics: Well here she comes She dont trust anyone She dont trust anyone What’s happened to her She loves my band And all our sentiment Well how does it feel? Now she’s coming for you? Well Hell, We dont need anyone We’re strangling the bird And we’re burning the bush Two can play at your games But only one can play at mine We’re howling out into the night Like a pack of wolves There you go You dont need anyone You dont need anyone Whats happened to you? You love my words And all their sentiment Well how does it feel Now we’re aiming for you Well Hell, We dont need anyone We’re strangling the bird And we’re burning the bush Two can play at your games But only one can play at mine We’re howling out into the night Just Like a pack of wolves It’s a perfect night And I feel my teeth are getting sharp, My eyes are turning red Its a quiet night, and I’d hate to throw this all away By swallowing my teeth, And dying in your bed Well Hell, We dont need anyone We’re strangling the bird And we’re burning the bush Two can play at your games But only one can play at mine We’re howling out into the night Just Like a pack of wolves

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Notes: screaming

Created by: Taryn

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