'85
It was in the spring of '85 - the spring we danced to the Data Jive
They landed at Pine Ridge, USA in the afternoon of an April day
Interceptors were already there the moment they entered the atmosphere
Two green crafts, kind of small - didn't look like UFO's at all
They were forced down on a runway in a cloud of dust and steam
The President ordered a chain put around of guns and laser beams
Thousand eyes at TV-screens - suspicious, cold, aware
Hiding underground in lead and artificial air
Sending more troops to the area, and choppers in the air
Then one of the crafts seemed to open up, a kind of probe grew from the top
It was looking somewhat like a tree in spring, and the troops at once aimed at the thing
it started: ..-- .-. .. . -. -..
A voice:
Friends we have known you for so long, we have learned to speak your many tongues
Seldom we have dared to interfere, but Earthlings - now you see us here
With grief we have seen starvation, pollution and nuclear wars
Other planets have devastated - we have seen it all before
The voice kept speaking, soft yet strong, of friendship and of help. It said:
There is nothing we can do but to share with you what we have seen and read
We can give no easy solutions - we can give advice instead - it's up to you
You must release yourselves before it's too late
We are coming out now one by one we come with peace - we brought no arms
Grief and worries brought us here - we have come to talk so have no fear
Flickering, nervous, suspicious eyes watch a platform slowly rise
A creature stood there - both child and man, with the word of Peace it raised its hand
A burst from a soldier (I saw something in his hand)
With a gasp the creature fell
In a flash the crafts disappeared leaving but a burned off spot
The crowd still standing there astonished by the message they had brought
It was in the spring of '85 the spring we danced to the Data Jive
They landed at Pine Ridge, USA in the afternoon on an April day
People still talk about it It was kind of Commie-trick they say
Or maybe they were really from outer space - well they were gonna cheat us anyway...
They raised a monument at the spot, a soldier carved in stone
He is standing there facing downwards standing there alone
He can't see the clouds that gather, he's got no mind of his own - it's up to you
You must release yourselves before it's too late
Release yourselves before it's too late
Writer/s: Heidebo, Jan
