Verse 1 The view of the blue was a clue that the stew was a brew, A mix in the sticks, full of tricks, getting kicks out of you. I sat on the mat, had a chat with a cat in a hat, About plans for the lands, shaking hands with the bands on the flat. Then a sound from the ground came around with a pound and a mound, A ship giving lip, lost its grip, took a dip, run aground. It crashed and it dashed, getting thrashed while it smashed through the stash, Of my wine and my pine, feeling fine, waste of time and of cash. Chorus (The Beautiful Part) Oh, the stars are like scars on the bars of the night, We are dust full of lust, placing trust in the light. So we dream in a stream, hearing screams of a scheme taking flight, Holding tight to the kite, ending fright with a bite of the bright. Verse 2 Out stepped and he crept, while I wept, an adept who had slept, Through the years and the fears, shifting gears, grinding tears, unkempt. He was green, looking mean, like a bean on a screen, rarely seen, With a suit acting cute, playing lute, eating fruit, tangerine. He said, "The brake on the lake was a fake and a quake, my mistake, I was late for a date at the gate with a mate named Drake." I said, "Dude, don’t be rude, eat some food, change your mood, don’t intrude, Or I’ll sue till you’re blue, strictly true, adieus to your crew." Bridge Now the feds in their beds with their meds heard the shreds of the threads, Of the news and the views, blowing fuse, paying dues, spreading dreads. But the alien—Valien—a mammalian Australian—so regalian, Fixed the wall in the hall with a ball and a call to his battalion. Chorus (The Beautiful Part) Oh, the stars are like scars on the bars of the night, We are dust full of lust, placing trust in the light. So we dream in a stream, hearing screams of a scheme taking flight, Holding tight to the kite, ending fright with a bite of the bright. Outro So we toast to the coast, and the ghost of the host with the most, Eating cake by the lake, for the sake of the wake and the roast. The ship gave a blip, tiny drip, final flip, silent trip, Back to space, leaving trace, full of grace, winning race, stiff upper lip. retro horror biotechno creepin’ through West Coast gangster phonk-funkcore, cassette lo-fi hiss twist harsh anti-folk, rhythm and blues at core, cosmic rebellious sci-fi, 128 kizomba sway with French Caribbean zouk allure, double-time emoji limericks spittin’ Electronic New Wave on dancefloor, Dance Rock shock, Synthpop shock, Indie Dance shock, Post-Punk Revival roar, jangly indie rock sparkle over syncopated ragtime piano galore, dream rock drift into darkwave, Wall of Sound pop hit raw, gritty blues-rock growl meet old-school hip-hop soul, funk-soul keep score, Speed Rap slash Brazilian House crash, EDM Rave flash, UK 140 fusion war, Coventry-accented Drill kill, D&B thrill, jungle breaks, dancehall grooves on shore, R&B guitar licks slick, bigbeat drops kick, hard rock riffs soar, bossa nova breeze tease, jazz fusion keys, house pulse never ignore, smooth airy female vocals float, lo-fi folk coat, cinematic choruses restore, futuristic rap attack, New Orleans brass smack, taiko drum industrial hardcore, EBM stomp, EDM darkwave swamp, anti-folk dubstep drops deplore, marching drum bass chase, post-apocalyptic anime trap in haze once more, Coventry drill still, techno chill, trance build, synth-pop thrill to floor, folk tales told bold, delta blues gold, grunge in roar, glam slam, tongue-twister multisyllabic rap bam, heroic ballad lore, cinematic Americana panorama, spaceman-gangsta alien funk forevermore.
