Music: John, Additional parts Andy and Paul
Lyrics: Paul
Andy: Bass, lead synth, noises, alien voice
Paul: SG1000 electric guitar, Fuzz guitar, vocal
John: Crumar Multiman Strings
Copyright: John Bishop, Andy Honeybone, Paul Colbert, All rights reserved.
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So it began in a one-horse town,
Dry as dust and the back of beyond
Three miles behind.
The moon was a hole in a starless ceiling
Does someone or something
Live in the room upstairs?
Borrow a cup of human kindness.
Chat with the makers on the stairs.
Turn sharp left at the next Orion
Zion are you up there somewhere?
Bright as a pin and big as Texas
Oh what a mother of a Mother Ship
She turned out to be.
Send up a priest and a welcome party
Let's play safe if it's God come down
For the big 'HELLO'.
Rendezvous with you.
Next of kin fitted with eyes on stalks,
Threatening our world peace.
Just like the comic books assured you would,
Armed with three sets of teeth.
Face to face over the eastern bloc,
Meetings of minds seemed lost
When the opposing force can't hold it's fork
And spits out gobbledegook.
Borrow a cup of human kindness.
Chat with the makers on the stairs.
Turn sharp left at the next Orion
Zion are you up there somewhere?
Televised through a million teas,
Flying saucers on HP screens alight tonight.
Opening like a broken flower,
Steps are down so we can't stay here,
It might look rude.
Rendezvous with you.
Alien: This isn't how it should be.
Don't tell me the place is empty?
Even a pyramid shows wear and tear
Giving the game away.
Not even dirt or the sign of a shoe.
Oh what an anti-climax
Never reveal the true facts.
And nobody landed, and nobody spoke
And nobody took one look,
And after a moment,
They all went away.
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