[Verse Katya Zamolodchikova] Twas the night before Contact and all through the land Lonely satellite dishes were pelted with sand Computers connected to TVs with cables In the hopes of transmitting some alien fables The lab techs were all hunkered down, fast asleep Having jerked off to Julia Louis Dreyfus in Veep And me, with my headphones, reclined on a car Awaiting a message delivered from far Away in a galaxy light years ahead Perhaps from a relative long presumed dead When at once I was greeted with a rhythmic pulsation A Janet Jacksonesque beat from an alien nation Off to the lab, I drove mad and like hell Into the walkie, a scream, a screech, and a yell! The lab techs woke up and responded in kind Though, most of them stupid, and one of them blind Together we looked, and together we listened As the sweat on my forehead started to glisten As sound became image, and image became clear We wondered out loud, What the hell have we here? A message from space, or some alien threat? A bizarre World War II karmic comeuppance debt? But, thank God, or whomever, it was just a floor plan For a timetravel spaceship to build in Japan I jumped in the tube and said Okay, go! Such was my passionate desire to know Science was God, and the stars were my savior The Government would never Jodie Foster such behavior! But in the end I cried tears, not because I was sad I cried and I smiled, cause I met my dead dad
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