In “Weather Balloon Blues,” Chip O’Gamma delivers the ultimate manual for looking at a UFO and seeing a government-approved inflatable. This track is a masterclass in the “swamp gas” school of denial, delivered with a bouncy, finger-snapping rhythm that makes planetary abduction sound like a minor clerical error.
The Zeta Reticulon Disclaimer
Chip tackles the “saucer in the sky” head-on, acknowledging the absurdity—abducted shoes, Martian-speaking grandmas, and fried fences—only to immediately bury it under “classified news.” It’s the sonic embodiment of a Man in Black who forgot his neuralyzer and decided to use a catchy chorus instead.
The lyrics are a warning disguised as a jingle: “Keep your eyes down low… Or you might wake up on Zeta Reticulon.” Chip isn’t just denying the existence of extraterrestrials; he’s actively participating in the cover-up, reminding the citizens of Sector 8 that the truth is “wrapped in patriotic hues” for a reason.
Smile and Sing
The chorus is a hypnotic command to “hush up and hum.” To Chip, the “weather balloon” is the perfect universal excuse—a catch-all for anything that doesn’t fit the government’s narrative. Whether it’s “odd clicks” or “glowing tic tacs,” the solution is always the same: smile, eat the provided stew, and sing the blues until the memory fades into the static.
WEATHER BALLOON BLUES
by: Chip O’Gamma
I saw a saucer in the sky last night
It blinked real slow then zipped outta sight
It fried my fence and abducted my shoes
But the feds just said its the weather balloon blues
Weather balloon floatin on high
Glowing like a tic tac doing loops in the sky
Forget what you saw its classified news
So hush up and hum those weather balloon blues
The cows came back but theyre not quite right
And Grandmas speakin Martian every Tuesday night
They paved the crop circles and handed out stew
Then smiled real wide like they always do
Weather balloon nothin to fear
That was just swamp gas near your ear
No little green men no surgical clues
Just satellites lost and local tabloid crews
If you dream of stars or hear odd clicks
Dont report a thing it just wont stick
Keep your eyes down low your curtains drawn
Or you might wake up on Zeta Reticulon
Weather balloon thats the refrain
Theyll tell it again if it eases your brain
The truths out there wrapped in patriotic hues
Just smile and sing those weather balloon blues
Just smile and sing those weather balloon blues
Weather balloon blues oh dont you fuss