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magnae quassationes by the clerics
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fave it Progressive Rock | Psychedelic
8 tracks | 35 minutes
Released Oct 2006
on RoosterCow Records
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- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:13 You and Your Black Guitar lyrics FREE 04:13 You and Your Black Guitar lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:13 You and Your Black Guitar
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:26 Grown up on Fire lyrics BUY MP3 03:26 Grown up on Fire lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:26 Grown up on Fire
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 06:53 Switching to Mild lyrics BUY MP3 06:53 Switching to Mild lyrics "GIFT MP3" 06:53 Switching to Mild
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:54 Picked a Hard time lyrics BUY MP3 03:54 Picked a Hard time lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:54 Picked a Hard time
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:49 The Flourish lyrics BUY MP3 04:49 The Flourish lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:49 The Flourish
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:36 I Quit lyrics BUY MP3 04:36 I Quit lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:36 I Quit
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 03:08 Pretty Girls Collide lyrics BUY MP3 03:08 Pretty Girls Collide lyrics "GIFT MP3" 03:08 Pretty Girls Collide
- sample lyrics "DOWNLOAD" 04:20 Soak lyrics BUY MP3 04:20 Soak lyrics "GIFT MP3" 04:20 Soak
Peachy keen sounds of the furthermore. Swell melodies and neat beats with a backbone. Art guitar tunes, a fat cow rhythm with delicate antenae sticking out. Forward leaning.
Bio / Background
Hey Music Lover:
Charmed, I’m sure. Welcome to our baby page.
Please relax, this is heavy. The clerics want to be pals… partners really. So dig in.
The clerics propose a partnership between us, the undersigned “artists” and you, the piqued listener and truth seeker.
We are a guitar art outfit swaying to and fro between popular awesome and prog layered pop.
Our skills are keen, our melodies swell. Regardless, we’ve lost the will to imagine ourselves famous. And, now the clerics just play on without regard to convention. We no longer seek money or ladies or other earthly delights. We search only for truth through guitar chords. Ask a clerics song a question… why does evil exist? And a clerics song shall answer, the A chord my son.
You could listen to me yammer on and on about some dumb band wrestling with some other dumb band while smoking Lysol and trying on pantyhose… but come on if you’ve come this far, you might as well take a track for a test drive.
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