"U. F. O. 's" genre: Rock
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	CD: Old Jack Bloom Credits: Dave Gill-guitars,lead vocals Mike Baker-bass,backup vocals Chad Kortan-drums
	Lyrics n the hills west of here one spring night, crystal clear While travelling between the Dalles and the dream this glorious blue light appeared I slowed and rubbed my eyes surely deceived But it just descended through the trees I stopped the car, and it set down so near the heat rise from the ground And floating in air were colors, I swear born in dimensions of sound Low reds and midrange greens . . .lysergic highs in waves of psycho-delic overdrive The C.I.A. denies it and the F.B.I. does too And the Air Force swears that it was theirs but that is not the truth So me, I believe in U.F.O.'s Overcome by this strange concern I approached on the long ship's stern With this singular sense of calm and suspense like walking into a Jules Verne Mind over matter, I suddenly rose weightless, aware. . . . Mystery there was something out there The doctors say delusions, the papers outright fraud But no kind of plane can quite explain exactly what I saw So me, I believe in U.F.O.'s In the cold morning sun I awoke in a mortal coil With the headlights on and the windshield gone and the engine all covered in oil I stared off into the heavensphere the last great unknown Houston come in, we are not alone.. . . . . The C.I.A. denies and the F.B.I. does too When the C.I.A. denies it man, you know it must be so Me, I believe in U.F.O.'s

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