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Son Bonet Aerodrome - WikiRiffs

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Published on Jan 5, 2012

This song did start out being about the airport, but... yeah.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Son_Bone...

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Lyrics:

This is an S.O.S. distress call, m'aidez
we're up here alone and we're coasting on fumes
the cabin crew guess we've an hour left, they say
they've been estimating how much fuel we consume

You've been radio silent, is anybody there?
We're ten thousand feet in the air

The radio crackles with static we've scanned
We're transmitting on every frequency band
Son Bonet never gave us permission to land
we are circling, circling, circling, circling

We are the refugees of a world left in ruins
We watched from the air and we wept for our souls
Somebody help us, please, this wasn't our doing
The situation spiralled out of control

You're still radio silent, is anybody there?
We're ten thousand feet in the air

Mallorca's the last place we can escape from the horde
We packed out this plane and then skyward we soared
We promise we don't have any zombies on board
We are circling, circling, circling, circling

You've been radio silent, is anybody there?
We're now five thousand feet in the air
and all the passengers are scared
they're wishing for the solid ground
but that'll reach them anyhow
And even though we're not prepared
for landing at an aerodrome
There's no chance of us going home

This is an S.O.S. our black box recorder
may be the last place where our voices are heard
So let the record state that amid the disorder
we ran for the border and flew with the birds

They're still radio silent, is anybody there?
We're two thousand feet in the air

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