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Saturday, 24 October 2009

arabs in aspic - 2003 - progeria (ep)


eskil
jostein
magnar
terje
tommy

artist : arabs in aspic
year : 2003
album : progeria (ep)
genre : heavy progressive
country : norway

silver storm:

Evil pleasures take me home
Take me home where I belong
In the sky so blue
In the sky so blue
Lift me up from this earth
Help me up so I can find
an Highland angel
an Highland angel

The earth is black
And there's not a tree
No one here to rescue me
Red lake on fire
Red lake on fire

Crimson sky(s) hanging over me
In this place I can not be
Oh! Evil pleasures!
Won't you take me home

Shelob's Cave/The Great Shelob/Wizard in white:

A lullaby from an evil thumb
Her darkness so brightly
It brightly beams

Read it children
Sleeping in
To Great Shelob's worse
Read it children
Dreaming
Drowing in her thirst

A lullaby from Great Shelob's thumb
She's looking so pretty
In her disguise

Read it children
Sleeping in
To Great Shelob's worse
Read it children
Dreaming
Drowing in her thirst

Chief o'Gandalf help to flee
Let the wizard set you free
Chief o'Gandalf help to flee
Let the wizard set you free
Set you free

Megalodon:

You'll find yourself in the icy mountains
your trip will never end
stroch and caught by soakwet moonbee
toung tied around your neck

Sitting stranded in a desert of ice
Just pale blue star light from above

So in love with mother moon
Eating puss with a rusty spoon
You scream for legs to run
Scream for arms to enty your tongue

Sitting streanded in a dessert of ice
Olympian negro with wooden tights

The Gods didn't hear the stranded man
Hooktrees eat his wooden pants
Megalodons swimming through the mountains
Then they knot his half inee wand

Sitting strembling in a dessert of ice
Just pale blue star light from above

Furious lodon carved in beard
Ate the man with the wooden tights
Olympian negro - looking weired
His pain was shining through the mountains

Sitting stranded in a dessert of ice
Progerian negro with wooden tights

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