Recorded on 06/01/03
Recorded by: GrooveLily
Written by: Brendan Milburn
For robby0809, wherever and whenever you are
Brendan Milburn: lead vocal & keyboards
Valerie Vigoda: electric violin & backing vocal
Gene Lewin: drums & backing vocal
WhyNot Jansveld: bass
Chris Tarrow: guitars
Dan Vonnegut: percussion
Brendan Milburn: lead vocal & keyboards
Valerie Vigoda: electric violin & backing vocal
Gene Lewin: drums & backing vocal
WhyNot Jansveld: bass
Chris Tarrow: guitars
Dan Vonnegut: percussion
Lyrics
Calling all aliens
And time-traveling superfriends
Secretive scientists with secretive client lists
Calling all aliens
I know you've got this practical invention
To move a human through the fourth dimension
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
I'm feeling paranoid
Hanging like Harold Lloyd
The clock face is dripping and my grip is slipping
I'm feeling paranoid
Ground control is tampering with my flight plan
Shortening and hampering my life span
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
If I could rewind my life
If I could revise my ways
If I could rewrite my lines
If I could rerun some days
I'd take back all the ugly things I said
And all the people I misled
Would see me looking shiny new and clean
So
I'll give you lots of cash
If you take out my karmic trash
I will need proof, but I'll pay through the roof
I'll give you lots of cash
H.G. Wells me back to where I started
Please don't let me die here brokenhearted
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
I am calling all aliens
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling
Calling all aliens
And time-traveling superfriends
Secretive scientists with secretive client lists
Calling all aliens
I know you've got this practical invention
To move a human through the fourth dimension
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
I'm feeling paranoid
Hanging like Harold Lloyd
The clock face is dripping and my grip is slipping
I'm feeling paranoid
Ground control is tampering with my flight plan
Shortening and hampering my life span
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
If I could rewind my life
If I could revise my ways
If I could rewrite my lines
If I could rerun some days
I'd take back all the ugly things I said
And all the people I misled
Would see me looking shiny new and clean
So
I'll give you lots of cash
If you take out my karmic trash
I will need proof, but I'll pay through the roof
I'll give you lots of cash
H.G. Wells me back to where I started
Please don't let me die here brokenhearted
I need to get my hands on the remote control of my life
And press rewind
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
I am calling all aliens
I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling
Calling all aliens
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