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PENITENTIARY SOUL - (by Johnny Azari)  Year: 2013
Johnny Azari Male Vocals, Rock, Blues Rock
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Rock, Blues Rock
573884 5:34 Medium 118   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Penitentiary Soul
Catalog ID: 573884  ISRC: US5UL1305048
Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Rock/Blues-Rock/Penitentiary-Soul/573884

Artist or Group: Johnny Azari

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Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Rock Music
       Blues Rock
Extended Properties
  Duration: 5:34   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 118
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Drum Kit, Electric Guitar, Baritone Voice
   Vocal Mix: Male Vocals
   Language: English
Moods: Bizarre, Bouncy, Dangerous, Disenchanted, Disillusioned, Dramatic, Drunk, Dynamic, Edgy, Gritty, Mad, Questioning, Sinister, Smokey, Strange, Street-Smart, Swaggering, Swinging, Tough, Vengeful

Styles: Bluesy, Circus, Crime in Progress, Gypsy, Horror / Macabre, Law & Crime, Live Concert, Section / Credits, Section / Finale, Section / Opening

Lyrical Topics: Crime, Occult, Suicide, Prison / Jail, Mad

Lyrics
i tried so hard to be good
but i just get bored
wont you baptise me
in the blood of a whore
oh im the change
i wish to see
im the compilation of your
failed alchemy

and all your money aint worth a dime to me
penitentiary soul

sirens are shouting bloody murder
down sixth avenue
put your head down
earphones in got to push on through
oh ive become accustomed to the horror
hammer and nails hold me still
i wanna get guilty of a murder

and all your money aint worth a dime to me
penitentiary soul
penitentiary soul

waiting for my crippled dreams
to expire
cremate my heart free the ashes of desire
oh im beginning to see
this world as it is
aint nothin but castrated minds
taking a piss

and all your money aint worth a dime to me
penitentiary soul
penitentiary soul

bring me the devils doctor
my red wings are bleeding
find me a drunken pilot
i got a need for leaving
bring me saltwater
let me clean this wound
and ill commit hari-kari
amidst the mosquitoes of a darkened moon

and all your money aint worth a dime to me
penitentiary soul
penitentiary soul
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