An lo, they fell upon me with gnashing teeth, those feasting fangs; I fell to the ocean, then, where I was taken to become a clawed and carapaced creature. All things good and beautiful were there, awaiting me. This was my heaven...
Or so I thought.
This is Ween. This is The Mollusk. The above passage was merely inspired by this album. This is the least of all inspirations that it has given. Listen, damn you.
 |
| DOWNLOAD |
No comments:
Post a Comment