A version of this song won Best Psychedelic Song in The (2024) Psychedelic Film and Music Festival.
"The time is 12:23, last place I wanna be.
When will it come?
I've been waiting for an hour
And my stomach's feeling sour.
How late's the train run?
He doesn't know we're up here.
He'll never guess.
We're gonna soak him in light.
Set the coordinates.
When will the train come? When will the train come?
She thinks she's got me on her pinky.
She hits me hot 'cause she's so slinky.
When is it going to come?
The antigrav is on. Engage the brain caress.
When he starts floating up record the grok he gets.
Good evening Clyde.
We represent an advanced race of beings
From a space colony orbiting the Dog Star Sirius.
You may interpret this as a religious experience
But we want you to know that we are merely
Manipulating your brain patterns via quantum waves
To measure for the possibility of intelligent life
Arising on your planet.
And I wake up on the train. I can't remember my own name.
When did the train come?"
I wrote the song, sang lead vocal, played electric rhythm guitar. Ralph Warchol played a synthesizer of his for the drum track and low end. Perhaps it was Mike Davis's drum track, not sure. This was recorded in Ralph's luxurious basement outfitted with his quarter inch reel-to-reel 8 channel recorder probably in very late 1982 or 1983.
Here's where you can hear different versions of this song:
https://on.soundcloud.com/H2Q9G
https://on.soundcloud.com/eBUEA
https://on.soundcloud.com/TVcL7xxs6RiVZDay6.