Roswell New Mexico The army found a UFO Fire in the sky Travis Walton went bye bye Hey boys take a detector No lies said the inspector Way up the Allagash Foltzy gave it a flash Watch the craft from the shore Now they're missing time And much more

Ghost Town - Wikiloops Jam 124349 Bhunt It's a sleepy town with creepy little secrets Secrets everybody knows but no one talks about Like the top floor of Joe's diner is haunted No one's been brave enough to go up there in years But from time to time the spirits will cause a stir It's a ghost town But people still live here Ghost town People won't leave It's a sleepy town with creepy little secrets Secrets everybody knows but no one talks about Jennie's an old gal lives by herself in a rundown shack edge of town Abducted by a UFO as a child and a couple of her friends saw it happen But when she came back she was shunned and mocked Cause people get scared of what they don't understand It's a ghost town But people still live here Ghost town People won't leave It's a sleepy town with creepy little secrets Secrets everybody knows but no one talks about Like Doug our town cop gives drunk drivers a ride home and a warning Cause he's a little too fond of the sauce himself His father used to beat him black and blue when he was a boy Everybody knew but his Dad was the town cop The job fell to him but he should have left his inheritance behind Cause there are hauntings and there are hauntings

Walking in the mountains Remote as I could be I glimpsed something moving Something that shouldn't be Peeking through the branches Peering round the trees It was brown and shaggy And looking back at me Taller than a totem Reclusive as Howard Hughs In the midnight hours He's howling at the moon If they ever caught one they'd put it in a zoo If they ever caught one you know just what they'd do If they ever caught one they'd put in in a zoo If they ever - you know exactly what they'd do So if you're ever out Walking in them woods And stumble on a Sasquatch Do exactly what you should Cover up them tracks And leave em all alone Don't even take a picture Don't talk when you get home

Vampires and werewolves roaming in the night All sorts of creatures who shy away from light They'll get you while you're dreaming They'll get you when you wake If you let your guard down well that's bad mistake Warlocks and witches working on their spells Their bitter potions drawn from a deep dark well They've get you while you're napping They'll get you if you nod They're working to get even If you should find them odd Those ghouls and ghosts causing so much static You can't get no sleep for the racket in the attic They'll get you while you're listening They'll get you while you look They'll get you if you're naughty They won't let you off the hook Greys and reptilians from the skies above You have to pick your poison when push comes to shove They'll get you when you're driving They'll get you where you sleep They're going to leave their implants They're going to take you deep

Sunny days of my youth calling back to me Sunny days of my youth calling back to me Hopped in to Hopped in to Hopped in to My time machine Everything went blurry Everything went gray Years rushed by in reverse Winding me back to those days My town shrank to half its size I peered hard through the haze Everything that I could see Was living breathing history All my long gone family Were right there in front of me Everything that I could see Was walking talking history All my long gone family Standing right in front of me Hopped in to Hopped in to Hopped in to My time machine Everything that I could see Was living breathing history All my long gone family Were right there in front of me Everything that I could see Was walking talking history All my long gone family Standing right in front of me Do what you have to Do what you have to Hopped in to Hopped in to Hopped in to My time machine

Once more hiding under your covers Can't say it's much of a plan You try running from trouble Stick your head back in the sand You try to whistle a new tune You work to forge a new script You're the star of your own movie You're going down down with the ship You live on a hope and a prayer You live on a tired old dream You live with the stars in your eyes You live on a moonbeam You're losing your grip you're losing control You're losing the game you're losing the flow Oh my word where did the time go Sold your soul for silver and gold Rise up

No matter where you go No matter what you try The world's a dangerous place Billions now have died No matter what you do No matter where you hide If you take a chance It's zombie suicide They're stumbling around Don't know where to go But if they get a whiff It's a zombie show They shamble in Armani Stuff brains inside Dior Vacant faces glued to phones Romero's zombie war

Dig A Hole Couldn't take it no more Started digging a hole No one paid attention Till it started to grow Neighbours dropping in asked What you digging for Said he had enough He was digging it for the poor Soon he's in the papers Cause that hole was getting deep Just a man and his shovel The sides were so so steep The official grabbed the photo op Umbrella in the rain One man was slicked with mud And the other claimed to feel his pain Now it's on the telly Copters overhead Way down there on the bottom No one heard a single word he said The senators grew nervous The President displeased Why'd this dude keep on digging Must be diseased The heart of the Pentagon Top of the general's list That mans so far gone he's A radical terrorist It took one precision strike And all around the earth shook That hole disappeared Nobody could bear to look But something strange is happening Across the countryside Every one is digging holes No one knows the reason why

The Stranger The fog enshrouds the street Like the mists of time The stranger walks amongst us Plotting his next crime His mind's a nest of snakes Twisting and entwined With a deep abiding hate A coal seam set on fire They fear him in Whitechapel Black trail of gory deeds The Yard couldn't catch him He's the slippriest of breeds Headlines read the ripper Perhaps Dr. Tumblety But they will never catch him Cause he's got a time machine Murders sell the papers And blood it always leads Spawns shouts and cries for justice Cause violence always feeds These souls we lay to rest Can never find their peace They haunt us with their stirrings Their cries will never cease So call him Jack the Ripper Call him Genghis Khan Call him Adolph Hitler Call him Mao Zedong The Stranger sails time's river He comes to every age And people sing his praises When he strides upon the stage He's the stranger He's the stranger

searching for my incantation searching for my magic spell searching for my obsession searching for my devell searching for my voodoo girl searching for my mojo searching for my secret charm searching for I don't know searching for the my affirmation searching for my inner path searching for my revelation searching for my righteous staff searching for my elevation searching for a higher plane searching for my salvation searching to erase my stain searching for my vindication searching for my good name searching for my dispensation searching for a cure for pain searching for my incantation searching for my magic spell searching for my obsession searching for my devell searching for my voodoo girl searching for my mojo searching for my secret charm searching for I don't know searching for my inhibition searching for my self-control searching for my intuition searching for I don't know searching for the power of love searching for a great sign searching for the one above searching for the right time

All my childhood friends Came to me in dream Come along old boy Were going to the stream of consciousness of consciousness of consciousness Spool of tape upon the reel As shadows cross the screen All my friends up on the stage Fluid in my dream Here in the slow motion rewind Here in the slow motion rewind All my childhood friends Sitting by the stream Won't you join us old boy In this lovely dream of consciousness of consciousness of consciousness The littered leaves strewn down on memory lane The remnants of our summers the sounds of all our games We're splashing in the pool running through the fields We're wearing out our runners and showing what we feel All my childhood friends Sitting by the stream Won't you join us old boy In this lovely dream of consciousness of consciousness of consciousness Come along old boy We've been waiting all along Come along old boy We've got your favourite song

It's Elvis on the stage Ali stinging like a bee It's neon and it's kitchy It's the Beatles in the sixties Sweet fame It's a pouff of cotton candy A pink bouffant hairdo It's neon and it's kitchy It's the Beatles in the sixties Sweet fame It's hordes of shrieking monkeys It's Jesus on the cross It's neon and it's kitchy It's the Beatles in the sixties Sweet fame It's prickly and it's bitchy It's the Beatles in the sixties Sweet fame It's Marilyn in her dress It's Brando and James Dean It's Scarface and cocaine It's Eduard Munch's Scream It's prickly and it's bitchy It's the Beatles in the sixties Sweet fame

Where Did It All Go Wrong - Wikiloops Jam 124082 Brian Hunt I'm a one of a kind looperman These same mistakes again and again I'm hooped as I loop around this wheel It's hell and it's hades but that's the deal (Refrain) Say where did it all go wrong When I find out I'm gonna put it in a song I promise I promise that i can change But over and over i stay the same From a child to a man and back again Read the lines on my face what they portend (Refrain) When am I ever going to learn I cross my bridges and watch em burn Start to finish and then reverse First to last and best to worst (Refrain) A Groundhog Day that never never ends From enemies to friends and back again Expand and collapse and collapse and expand Say the same things again and again (Refrain)

My dog loves to surf My K9 hangs 10 People say my dog's cool He really captures them That blue fur's all natural It's as blue as the waves He's on the swell and living well It's how he spends his days My dog surfs My dog surfs But some loud mouthed dudes say dogs aren't meant to surf They want him on a leash and kept on solid turf My dog loves to surf My K9 hangs 10 His bottom turns can't be beat He hits it with his fin A goofy foot duck diver He lives for the thrills Living in the ocean surf Like he's grown some gills But some loud mouthed dudes say dogs aren't meant to surf They want him on a leash and kept on solid turf Solo My dog surfs, baby My dog surfs

Poor old Thomas Knickle Found himself in a pickle Steppin out with Trudi Who turned out to be fickle She loved him hard on a Tuesday Then tossed him on a blue day Found her with some boys Playing with all of their toys Poor old Thomas Knickle Tried to go celibate If only for the hell of it And for peace of mind Cain't get hurt with no valentine But something in his calculus His quest to avoid distress Left him feeling less and less Soon found himself emotionless So feeling kind of foolish He crawled on back to Trudie Confessed he luved her truly But she remained unruly See all her gentlemen callers Gave her what cain't be tote in dollars So the logic follers That poor ol' Thomas Knickle Was always in a pickle Do do do do do do do Shoulda stayed celibate If only for the helluvait Settled for peace of mind Cain't get hurt with no valentine 902 769-9994 42 minutes

In sugarland Life is sweet The sugar cube man Passes out the treats Here in sugarland You can find the candyman Strolls down candylane With his candycane (Chorus) Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point In the pleasure zone (Repeat) On dessert island Settled by the pie men Everything's so tasty And everyone is pasty Out in the sugar sticks They got the sugar fix For broken candy hearts A poultice of maple tarts Even television Is an icing sugar vision Every single show Has a candycoated glow (Chorus) Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point In the pleasure zone (Repeat) You sugar crashed Your candy red car They locked up you in jail Behind those chocolate bars The candy people sigh Off on their sugar highs And when they nod to sleep Their dreaming of more treats The mayor of Candytown Is always half baked He told the bureaucrats To let em all eat cake Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point Hit your bliss point In the pleasure zone