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Aliens Ate My Buick
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Don't you believe it...
soulvasq
folky acoustic swingy bluesy jazzy funky groovy alternative with just a dash of metal for flavor.
soulvasq is a folky acoustic bluesy swingy jazzy funky groovy alternative sort of music with a dash of heavy metal for flavor. and a heavy dose of philosophy.
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#22,624 today Peak #215
#1,486 in subgenre Peak #25
Author
Music by soulvasq, lyrics by D.G. Solar
Rights
2004 hOle in th plOt prOduCtiOns
Uploaded
February 07, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Actually, this song came from the title, which was recommended by Dave's brother Ed (i.e. "you guys should name a song 'aliens ate my buick'"). Apparently he had sent an email with that line in the subject line and thought it was funny. So we took it an ran as far as we could with it. Good thing for us, because of the wierd title, this song netted us 2000 downloads on mp3.com when there was one, and it popped up all over the web. Turns out there was a album with the same title done in the 1970's or something. We're gonna try to get a copy.
Lyrics
Last night, I had a little incident, out on the freeway, I'll never see the same Oh, no, no. Last night, just a normal evening, out on the freeway, I'll never be the same Oh, no, no. Bright lights, coming down on top of me, out on the freeway, A big ship I'd say Oh, no, no. Landing, I'm running out of the car, Watch from the freeway, As they eat my buick Oh, no, no! No No No No... I ask "Who are you?" He said, "Phil, Phil, My name is Phil, Phil" I said "What is that?" He said, "Phil, Phil, My name is Phil, Phil" I stare in disbelief, He said, "Phil, Phil, My name is Phil, Phil" And now I can't drive home 'cos They ate my car, Ate my Buick How will I tell, Tell my wife - All I have left are my keys. All I have left are my keys. I watch, they seem to be ignoring me They keep on eating, hand to mouth, my car Oh, no, no. I stare, ogling at these aliens Out on the freeway, they're drinking gasoline Oh, no, no. I glare, they finish and load up the ship Did not even thank me, They can't get away Oh, no, no. I swear, they left me nothing to show But for my keys, they ate my buick Oh, no, no. No no no nooo... And I wonder how unusual experience such as this, Must be so, sooo bizarre, And it sticks out like a sore thumb, Impossible such as this, How will I tell the guys? They ate my car, Ate my Buick How will I tell, Tell my wife - All I have left are my keys. All I have left are my keys. All I have left are my keys. All I have left are my keys.
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