Hawkwind Album

This is a very heavy microphone stand
Ah, no queen could brandish this I tell ya that
It's a real man's microphone stand
Here, Dave, here
Where'd you get these stands from?
(Laughs)
Ah, they're really heavy
So are you

Well, we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute
Like, er
Fall off the stage on top of you
With about two hundredweight of iron in my hand

You're a very tiny person, aren't you?
Eh? (Laughs)
You're all very tiny down there

Y'know when I'm up here
I feel so big and mighty
I fell like I'm the
Master
Of the
Universe

You made me feel like that
And now, it's almost true
And just wait and see
What we do with it

All right, cut the Gypsy music!
Band of Gypsies!

(Music changes)
(These lyrics are Calvert's poem 'The Awakening')

All in a day's work
All in, all in

All in a day's work
All in, all in

All in a day's work
I know

I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream
Into the starkness of this capsule
Where two of our crew still lie
Suspended cool
In their tombs of sleep
The nagging choirs of memory
The tubes and wires worming from their flesh
To machinery
I would have to cut
Such midwifery is but one function
Of the leader here

Floating in a sac of fluid
Dark
A clear century of space away from Earth
One man stirs from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypno-tapes
Assuring him
This was reality
However grim
Oh, our journey's end

The landing itself was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto-mind
And left the galaxy of dreams
Behind

And it's all a fable for fountains now
It's all a fable for fountains now!
It's all a fable for fountains now!

And were your childhood dreams
All a fable?

For fountains now
For fountains now
Now, now
Now, now, now
Fountains, fountains
All going up in fountains, fountains
All a fable for fountains now

Go on
There's no other

(These lyrics are from Calvert's poem 'Over The Top')

But just a minute now
When you gaze into my eyes
You're looking at your own reflection
And all you see is your disguise
You wear for your own protection

So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop!
When to stop
You know you go
Over the top
Over the top
It's over the top

Hey I'm going, over the top
Over the top, oh!
Over the top, all right here it goes...

In 1916
We dug the trenches
But we don't need them
We have our own defences
We don't need no officers
To blow no whistle and scream
Come on you guys
Wake up out of your dream
And follow me
'cause I'm going

Over the top
Over the top
Follow me
Over the top

Here goes now...

Your country needs you
Hey Kitchener, don't you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles?

Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!

Hung up on the wire

Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Give me white feather!
Hung upon the wire
Hung upon the wire
Strung on barbed wire
Huh, strung on barbed wire

Goodbye genocide...

I'm getting ready to take one final leap into the air
I got my straps all tightened up and I feel like I can't even
Really care
I'm all alone and I know that I can dare
To be
Free

That's because I'm in free fall
Free fall
An airborne
Projectile!
In free fall

Huh!
Falling 32 feet per second squared
Falling 32 feet per second per second
Ah, the straps are all loose against my
Body
And the air is rushing past my
Brain

I can't turn turn over and over
And fall now
Feeling
All the clouds are drifting up
Towards me
Up
Towards me up

I can feel the speed
Building
Aaaaah, the speed's building

All my face is drawn back in distortion
Air pressure force my muscles to confuse
I can feel the air pressure force my
Smile
Against my will it forces back
Exposes my teeth to the wind
And I'm falling...

And I'm in free fall...
Free fall...
Free fall
Free fall!
Free fall!

Oh, oh, uh-huh, oh!
Oh
Oh
Oh

Falling!

Falling, feeling like a...
The panic of the wind all rushing up
Delay that second
Delay that second!

Free fall
Free fall
Free fall
Free fall...

Her it comes!
I'm gonna pull the cord now

Feel the cord relax in my fist
All I have to do is turn my wrist
Pull the cord and the straps go
Tighter!

I'm drifting...
Drifting...
Feels like I am lifting
Canopy over my head
Canopy over my head

Feeling with the wind
And feeling with my own thoughts
Filling up with colours
All lighted up
In my skull
And I can hear the sound of the music
Of the wind and the Spheres!

And the sky disappears
And
The
Earth
Is
Rising
Up to greet me

The
Earth
Is
Rising
Up to greet, greet me


And my feet
Are going to land
Are going to land
Are going to land
Are going to...

Touchdown
Touchdown

Ah, Earth!
Hello Earth
Hello Earth!

(Hello)

Feels good
Good to be back on Earth
Feet
Down
Ground

In the back of my neck I can feel a strange sensation
Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation
Only those with death wish understand my situation
Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations of the cross,
In my death trap, death trap
Running in my death trap, death trap
Chicken running in my death trap, death trap

Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion
Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction
While I hold the wheel of fate, smell of burning friction
I feel like a hero heading for extinction

It's the shell of steel or plastic
Monkey on elastic, going up and down
Crank shaft cracking up
Oil pressure going down
Brake drums blowing out
Tyres on fire now
Differential seize up, unbalanced camshaft
Worn out pistons rings,
Brake fade, brake fade
Hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat
Monkey on elastic, going up and down
Shell of steel or plastic, turning round
Shell of steel or plastic
Monkey on elastic, going up and down