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Proud To Be A God by Alchemy
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fave it Classic Rock | Jam-band
10 tracks | 39 minutes
Released Jan 2007
on Alchemy
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:20 This Body Craves lyrics BUY MP3 03:20 This Body Craves lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:20 This Body Craves
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 02:48 Let's Be Free lyrics BUY MP3 02:48 Let's Be Free lyrics "GIFT MP3" 02:48 Let's Be Free
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:07 Proud to Be a God lyrics BUY MP3 03:07 Proud to Be a God lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:07 Proud to Be a God
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 02:24 If You Want to Marry the Princess lyrics BUY MP3 02:24 If You Want to Marry the Princess lyrics "GIFT MP3" 02:24 If You Want to Marry the Princess
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:18 Me and My Jealousy lyrics BUY MP3 04:18 Me and My Jealousy lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:18 Me and My Jealousy
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Original and emotional music in the time of the new dark ages
Bio / Background
I first saw the Alchemy sitting on a cold concrete basement floor somewhere by the foot of the lake. My best friend had recently started putting songs together with someone I had never heard of, and I was regularly beginning to hear stories about the project it was becoming.
Entering the basement where I would spend the next few years, I could hear the muffled sounds emerging from the old speakers and practice amps that served as the band’s sound system. I walked into a room illuminated only by a mass of candles at the band’s feet and decorated like a shrine to the influences of the sound I was hearing. Quotes from the greatest writers and minds hung from the wall, reminding everyone who entered, just what was happening.
Poetry overlapped raucous sounds, coming from guitars and drums. Songs of redemption and of pain, songs of salvation and of love poured out of simple instruments and amplifiers. Songs were being sung that mattered.
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