Song Lyric Sunday – Calling all Aliens…

Last week I took part in Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday Challenge, the theme was Heavenly Bodies, Planets, Moon, Sun, Stars, as suggested by King Ben’s Grandma. 

Click on the link to see my post for last week:

The Song Lyric Sunday Challenge this week is Communication, Information, News, Telephone suggested by Di of pensitivity101.

Click on the link below to see Jim Adam’s post and to take part in the challenge.

I started think about communications and the media and I remembered that back in the late 70’s or early 80’s when I was a wee nipper, there had been a song released by the Carpenters (in 1977) that referenced something called “World Contact Day”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Contact_Day

Rather than communication with humans, this was an attempt to send out a massive communication from Earth to any life forces out in the universe in the hope of obtaining even the merest vestige of a response. Of course any response would have been put down as a Swindle of some kind.

I remember the song well because despite being a huge fan of the Carpenters, my mother found this song to be totally balmy (in the informal sense of the word) and even repugnant!

The Introduction to the song was a talking bit that was supposed to be a radio DJ and then someone with a very strange voice dials in trying to make contact with humans. Then, the gorgeous voice of Karen Carpenter rings out.

It is the most bizaare song.

Lyrics

All Hit Radio!
Alright, you’re listening to All Hit Radio
And it’s 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour
And right now on our all request line
I’ve got Mike Ledgerwood on the phone
Hey, babe, what would you like to hear?
We’ve been observing your Earth
Hey babe, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you too well
You’re gonna have to speak a little closer into the phone
Okay, babe? What would you like to hear again?
We are observing your Earth
Hey Mike, I’m sorry babe, but that’s not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you’d give us your request
We’ll be glad to play it for ya, babe
So let’s hear it!
We are observing your Earth
Uh, listen Mike, I’m sorry babe but we can’t-
And we’d like to make
I’m sorry Mike, we there’s-
A contact (uh)
With you, baby

In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we’re about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

You’ve been observing our Earth
And we’d like to make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, ultra emissaries

We’ve been observing your Earth
And one night we’ll make
A contact with you

We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary, quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace, we beseech you
Only our love we will teach them
Our Earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you

Please, interstellar policeman
Oh won’t you give us a sign
Give us a sign
That we’ve reached you
Oh do

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that’s the way
To send the message we declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft

Ah ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahhAh ah ah ahh

Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Woloschuk / Terry Draper

I hope you enjoy this song.

I have also included the following word prompts:

Twittering Tales – Among Us.

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Photo by noelsch at Pixabay.com

 

It was the largest telescope, built to find extra-terrestrial life.

A waste of money, in my humble opinion.

Why bother trying to find aliens, when they’d already found us?

They were already walking shoulder to shoulder among us, their kindred had infiltrated the White House.

[275 Characters]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #157 – 8 October 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/kindred/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/10/14/rdp-monday-humble/

FOWC with Fandango — Shoulder

 

An encounter of a certain kind – Spin the Yarn Challenge.

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Photo by Miriam Espacio on Pexels.com

I was never one who believed in conspiracy theories or ghosts or other fantastical things. My mother always used to say “He’s got his head screwed on right, no flights of fancy from him”.

I never believed in those tales about Aliens coming to earth and living amongst us. I remember watching a documentary about how an Alien race had come to earth and taught three separate civilizations the same amazing innovations of farming, irrigation and monument building, namely the Mayans, the Han and the Egyptians. The programme was quite convincing, stating that how could three civilizations separated by thousands of miles, each develop similar methods of agriculture and tool use? The step pyramids in Meso America compared with early Pyramids from Egypt. Convincing, yet I failed to believe.

My scepticism came to an abrupt end last weekend. The almost full moon had shone brightly in the garden as I went out to my chicken run to make sure my girls were OK.

I have a habit of checking on them before I go to bed. I’m sure the neighbours think I’m absolutely mad when they hear me saying “Good night girls, sleep tight” to my hens.

This time, as I glanced up at the moon, I saw something shoot across the sky. I blinked, thinking it might have been an aeroplane. I caught a glimpse of it again. It was a circular shape with flashing lights that passed across the sky then suddenly stopped and hovered overhead. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was it some trickery caused by a cloud? I ran inside to get my digital camera but before I got to the end of the path a bright light surrounded me and seem to trap me in its beam. I have very little memory of what happened next. I’m sure I was probed with a surgical implement or two and recall a bulbous-headed figure with huge red eyes staring at me as I lay on a bench. It is all rather hazy until I woke up, lying in my chicken run, with one of my hens sitting next to me, pecking gently at the collar of my pyjama top.

I know we are not alone in the universe now, somewhere out there is an alien with my DNA in a test tube.

***

“How Credible or Creative do you find my tale – please score me out of 10.”

This story was written for Rory, A Guy Called Bloke’s Spin the Yarn Challenge:

Spin The Yarn – Say What?? Get Outa Here!

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/rdp-friday-tool/

FOWC with Fandango — Trickery

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/your-daily-word-prompt-implement-april-19-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/moon/

 

 

A DNA Disclosure – A Genre Challenge Story

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has set a Genre Challenge to write something in a particular genre. Click on the link to her post below:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/genre-writing-challenge-20/

Todays Genre is: Medical Mystery 

Here is my FICTIONAL story:

 

I was never sure of my identity. I grew up in an orphanage never knowing who my parents were, or if I had any family out there. It made me feel extremely lonely. Like I was the only one of my kind, on a planet full of aliens.

Gradually, I managed to make a way in the world. I excelled at school and college, even doing so well as to get a scholarship to attend a very prestigious university. Always people said how great it was that I had overcome such hardship in my life. In some ways, I had an advantage. No one else tried to force me to be someone they thought I should be. I didn’t have to follow in someone else’s footsteps or live the life that someone had wanted for themselves. I didn’t feel I had to constantly please someone else, I had only myself to live up to and only myself to please.

It was years later, I began to wonder again about where I had come from, what my roots were. Did I have any relatives alive out there? I didn’t really want to meet them. It would feel weird running up to them saying, “Hi. I’m your distant cousin, let’s pretend to be very close friends even though we actually know nothing about each other.”

Genetic science had come on leaps and bounds in the last few years, the human genome had been mapped entirely and DNA tests had become a bit of a fad. Everyone was doing it and finding out that they had 3% Neanderthal in their DNA or were distantly related to the British Royal Family.

I decided to buy a pack and find out more about myself. I spat into the tube and posted it off. It felt a bit strange sending some spit in the mail. It just seemed wrong to send bodily fluids in the post.

I was expecting to receive a pack giving me my results but instead, I received an invitation from DNA Science Laboratories in L.A all expenses paid.

It seemed too good to be true, but I hadn’t had a holiday in years and I’d never been to the States so I thought “What the hell, why not?”

I was greeted at the airport by a bored looking chauffeur holding a card with my name on it, spelt all wrong, of course, and before I knew it we were speeding across L.A to the headquarters of the DNA Science Laboratories.

When I walked into the meeting room, I was astounded to find myself in front of an assemblage of distinguished looking scientists all seated around a large table.

A man at the head of the table stood up.

“Ah, Welcome Mr Berkshire”

I couldn’t help cringing as he mispronounced my name, like all Yanks. I was named after the County the Orphanage was in, Berkshire was pronounced Bark, like a dog, not Berk to rhyme with quirk. It was a common mistake, as was spelling the name Barkshire, instead of Berkshire.

The man continued. “Please take a seat. You must be thirsty after your long trip. Have some water. I wanted to thank you for coming all this way. It’s really exciting to meet you. Your DNA is the most impressive I have ever seen.”

He sounded impressed too. All the other scientists around the table were leaning forward looking at me like I had come first prize at a freak show. I reached over and poured out a glass of water from the jug in front of me and drank it down in one go.

“look, I just wanted to find out a little about where my family had come from. I’m an orphan and so didn’t know anything about my background.”

“I see. Yes, that would explain why you sent us your DNA so willingly. If you’d known, you would have remained hidden.”

There was something about the way he said that, that I didn’t like. I stood up but then my head started spinning. I remember feeling delirious and fuzzy headed, then there was just darkness.

***

I came to, blinking at the light flooding my eyes. I was lying on a hospital bed, I could feel my body covered in wires, linked to a monitor going bleep at regular intervals.

As I looked down at my naked body, I was shocked to see all my veins and arteries marked out in a fine tracery of red and blue.

“Mr Berkshire. It is nice to have you back with us.” The annoying patronising voice was familiar and seemed to come from everywhere.

“Please don’t alarm yourself. You had a seizure but we have stabilised your condition, but I wouldn’t advise trying to move right now.”

I hadn’t realised I had sat up in the bed, shooting pain ran through my body from head to toe and I collapsed back into the pillow.

“That’s better Mr Berkshire, just rest. Your DNA was exceptionally interesting. It proved something that government scientists had only speculated about. Many people have unusual DNA. Some people have small percentages of DNA from Neanderthal or other primitive races, but you have 25% DNA from something that is not human at all.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I found myself unable to speak.

“Back in 1947, Mr Berkshire, something happened at Roswell in New Mexico. The Government has tried very hard to keep exactly what happened a secret. My father was the chief scientist involved at the time. An Alien creature was discovered and an autopsy was carried out, but there has always been some conjecture that this alien had had a human companion. Someone who had tried to keep him hidden from the authorities. The Alien had been very distressed when he was caught and kept calling out a name, Marianne, over and over. It was speculated that he had possibly formed an attachment to this Marianne. Your DNA shows that this did indeed occur. This Alien was your Grandfather, Mr Berkshire. Now, I’m afraid that we cannot allow this information to get out. You are living proof that there was an Alien incursion. We cannot allow that. Goodbye Mr Berkshire.”

I felt a fluid being injected into my veins and my body exploded in pain.

 

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/March/2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/rdp-saturday-tracery/

FOWC with Fandango — Delirious

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/your-daily-word-prompt-assemblage-march-23-2019/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/lonely/

 

 

The Empathy of Aliens – A multiple Word Prompt Story.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/three-things-challenge-4-july-2018/

Declaration, freedom, fireworks

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/your-daily-word-prompt-mellifluous-july-4th-2018/

Celebrate

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/04/independence-2/

Independence

FOWC with Fandango — Fireworks

Fireworks

The Empathy of Aliens

‘When did it all go wrong?’ General Anderson asked herself. 

‘We started off trying to defend our freedom and independence but somehow along the way we have lost ourselves.’

She didn’t voice those concerns out loud. She was sitting at a desk and opposite her was a representative of the enemy. This alien species that had come from nowhere to take over the earth, or reclaim it, so they said. They were tall and willowy with huge heads and pointed craniums. They claimed to have come to earth 6000 years before and had taught the earthlings about agriculture, farming, irrigation and how to build great monuments. They claimed to have taught the Mayans, the Egyptians and other ancient civilisations all their secrets. 

Continue reading The Empathy of Aliens – A multiple Word Prompt Story.