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sighting saucers
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a little tune about love and u.f.o.'s
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the original semi-mutant, quasi-guerrilla new orleans pop combo... muggy music and words askew, with a hey-na-nonny and a ha-cha-cha!
4 or five guys looking for liquor, love and laughs. . . then writing songs about it. Each brought together in new orleans by hook and by crook, to play a moody, muddy, almost moist music. They have a rhythm that smolders like a slow landfill fire, with words askew and music muggy. Playing high and low, using whatever is left over from the night before, they tear into their sounds, (which are somewhat found), with an emotional ferocity few have mastered! Come hear for yourself, that witty and charming band about town...
Song Info
Genre
Pop Trap-Pop
Charts
Peak #130
Peak in subgenre #14
Author
glenn matkin/m. a. sample
Rights
2004 wreckreation media group
Uploaded
May 17, 2008
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 3:43
Story behind the song
lyrics by glennski, m.a. did the music and voices
Lyrics
sighting saucers where were you when it happened? i was here safe with mom, she said she'd like me to bring you back, but where can you be out driving alone? * we are birds on the wing, we have no songs left to sing. where's the home that we love? life used to be such a simple thing. i'll survive until the spring . . . sighting saucers up above. we came close the other night, crossed our paths like jets in flight. grounded 'cause we missed the light, passed each other, two jets in the night. * we are birds on the wing, we have no songs left to sing. where's the home that we love? life used to be such a simple thing. we'll survive until the spring . . . sighting saucers up above. loved you for the moment, loved you for all time, love you for eternity, love you in my dreams . . . * we are birds on the wing, we have no songs left to sing. where's the home that we love? life used to be such a simple thing. i'll survive until the spring . . . sighting saucers up above.
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