Once in an eternity, a mogwai comes along with a voice of silver and a heart of gold. Most of his kind are shady Chinese spirits who suffer midnightly cravings and a bad case of aquaphobia. They certainly can’t whistle Dixie and play little keyboards in key. Fully acculturated, Gizmo sings a C# Major folk melody in a seemingly I → IV chord progression.
But like the secret trickster he is, Gizmo withholds the tonic C# from his song, yet it is implied in the tonality. If Billy Peltzer was a better musician (or worse), he might have played these chords (with a capo of course), in a kind of interspecies jam. Try it out on the widgets above and below.
Here is a short clip where Gizmo teaches Billy his song.
It seems Billy wants to make Gizmo’s song Lydian here. Instead of an F#, he mistakenly hits a G. That’s ok, mogwai have perfect pitch.
Upon metamorphosis, they lose all sense of music and morals. In the clip below, they can barely sing their own Rag as they terrorize the elderly Mrs. Deagle.
Everyone knows reptiles can’t sing! Only mammals can sing baby!
The Lydian Scale is a lovely scale indeed, reserved for pre-choruses, or to evoke the silly sounds of a circus, and often employed by hollywood composers for alien song, because we all know the universe has been socialized with music, as per Close Encounters and Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Let’s take a look and a listen at this scale, to see why it’s so suited for carnival, cosmos, and the feeling of languishing a lone in love.
Annoying aye? Schumann was also greeted by singing telegrams from the spirit realm. The ghosts of Mendelssohn and Schubert dictated a melody to him one crazy night, forgetting that he himself had composed it earlier, and wrote it into the Violin Concerto [1], which was left unplayed for a hundred years, until during a séance held by the grand-nieces of the violinist it was written for, the ghost of Robert Schumann appeared and ordered the work to be recovered from the Prussian State Library, and abiding world copyright laws, be performed, for the first time ever, in Germany. 
This little bird has a big song. He double-tracks the melody like John Lennon in his syrinx. It’s so loud, you can easily pick him out of your local biophony―other oscine song, insectival drone, and mammalian utterances―high up in the Seventh Octave, comfortable in his perch above Middle C. Ornithologists have even set nationalistic lyrics to his migrant song. Click on the score to play. Drag over the guitar tab to hear the approximate key in Equal Temperament.
