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VERSURI HAWKWIND
| Hawkwind - 10 seconds to forever |
| (Calvert)
In the tenth second of forever
I thought of the sea and a white yacht drifting.
In the ninth second of forever
I remembered a warm room where voices played.
In the eighth second of forever
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| Hawkwind - Abducted |
| (Brock / Tree)
Once board the craft I notice a lot of electrical
ceiling lines.
Like the lines in the human brain.
There are windows or screen areas all around the
ship
They're like a two way mirror
A |
| Hawkwind - Adjust me |
| City black, encase the time
World full of men, who all are blind
Who walk and talk and say as one:
"Androids are we", their tune o sun
Adjust me
Adjust me
Adjust me..... |
| Hawkwind - Alien (i am) |
| (Brock)
Squatting in your bodies, microscopic breeding.
I sleep in you and eat from within.
I am the Alien. We are here to help you.
Make the mend in the chemical bend.
We are the Aliens.
I lack emot |
| Hawkwind - Angels of death |
| (Brock)
We're angels of life, we're angels of death,
We're born to blaze a nuclear way through space,
A way out of the waste that held the human race,
We're angels of life, we're angels of death.
We |
| Hawkwind - Are you losing your mind |
| (Brock / Davey / Chadwick / Tree)
Watching TV. Walking down the street
I realised I had a problem
A big problem in my mind
I had to get the problem out of my mind
I realised I had a -
Silicon chip
I |
| Hawkwind - Beam me up |
| (Tree)
Supernatural. Biological. Transluscent glaze.
Night Spirit. The Folding Eye. Free my soul
Supernatural. Extra Terrestrial. Supernatural.
Extra Terrestrial
Beam Me Up.
I'm being beamed up. Now.
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| Hawkwind - Black corridor |
| (Moorcock)
Space is infinite.
It is dark.
Space is neutral.
It is cold.
Stars occupy minute areas of space. They are
clustered a few billion here. A few billion there.
As if seeking consolation in n |
| Hawkwind - Blue skin |
| (Brock / Davey / Chadwick / Tree)
No ball point pen
No type set in
The ultra-sonic tapping machine
Takes control, takes control
Issues its command
Clicking and clattering into the black
Indian ink o |
| Hawkwind - Conjuration of magnu |
| (Brock)
Magnu, horse with golden mane, I want your help
yet once again,
Walk not the earth but fly through space as
lightning flash or thunders race
Magnu come to me |
| Hawkwind - Death trap |
| (Brock / Calvert)
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 |
| Hawkwind - Dragons and fables |
| (Lloyd-Langton)
I am the child of wars never won,
Take heed prisoner I'm the one,
Your battle is over before it began,
For a child on the run, I am free.
Many tournaments fought in this land,
Flyin |
| Hawkwind - Dust of time |
| (Brock / Bainbridge / Lloyd-Langton)
Waiting in the valley of all creation
Calling out a song for the state of the nation
I am son born of father never related
Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated |
| Hawkwind - Fable of a failed race |
| (Brock / Calvert)
our legends tell
we came from a seed
that travelled at
a whirl-wind speed
till it came to rest
upon this land
that once was green
is now all sand;
that buried us
up to our eye |
| Hawkwind - Festivals |
| (Brock / Tait)
The spirit once lived
In all of our hearts,
A spirit of freedom,
Dance, music and Arts.
We gave what we could,
But they wanted more.
We came in peace,
But left in war.
A society inf |
| Hawkwind - Fight sequence |
| (Brock / Bainbridge)
Over poisoned crystal deserts
Where the ruined towers shout
In our mirrored flashing armour
In our secret, hideous helms
Death to life and Death to earth
Death to fire, Death to |
| Hawkwind - Horn of fate (destiny) |
| (Brock)
Yet year on year the greedy tide
Swelled from the west unsatisfied
And ever with impatient fret
Gnawed at the human banquet
And many with madness in their eyes
Stared gibbering at the white h |
| Hawkwind - Kapal |
| (Brock / Davey / Chadwick)
To be, or not to be - that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
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| Hawkwind - Lost johnny |
| (Farren / Kilmister)
You only get a single chance
The rules are very plain
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game
You can see it coming
You can hear it from afar
It's pale and it |
| Hawkwind - Lsd |
| (Davey / Chadwick)
By mere existance - we are elite
Without a body - we are complete
There is no master - we are alone
There is an answer - where we have flown |
| Hawkwind - Motorway city |
| (Brock)
Turning star projections
Voices from the deep
The throbbing of the engines
You exit from the heat
Paper on the pavement
Cars crawling in the road
Emotions of the city
You ease your heavy lo |
| Hawkwind - Paradox |
| (Brock)
The story that I'm telling you
Something that you can do
Ask yourself and try to find the answer
See the signs they're always there
But you know you never care
You're always looking for anoth |
| Hawkwind - Rocky paths |
| (H. Lloyd-Langton / M. Lloyd-Langton)
Rocky paths winding round the inspiration is to be
found
Following us now with sound coming from earthy
ground
Keepin' up an open mind, in everyone you'll find.
A |
| Hawkwind - Sonic attack |
| (Moorcock)
In case of Sonic Attack on your district, follow
these rules:
If you are making love it is imperative to bring
all bodies to orgasm simultaneously.
Do not waste time blocking your ears.
Do |
| Hawkwind - Space is deep |
| (Brock)
Space is dark it is so endless
When you're lost it's so relentless
It is so big, it is small
Why does man try to act so tall
Is this the reason
Deep in our minds
It does not feel it does |
| Hawkwind - The demented man |
| (Brock)
The questions asked but never known,
Which way I'll go
Endless circles on my mind spiraling a downward
climb
which way I'll go.
The thoughts are there for you to find, but you
never
know whic |
| Hawkwind - The final fight |
| (Moorcock)
Ships of Chaos upwards churning
From the nightmare realms below
Dragons downwards, venom burning
Now attack the malformed foe
Lords of Hell, all pity spurning
Cry "Revenge" and lust for de |
| Hawkwind - The golden void |
| (Brock)
The golden void speaks to me denying my reality
I lose my body, lose my mind, I blow like wind,
flow like wine
Down a corridor of flame, will I fly so high
again
Is there something wrong with m |
| Hawkwind - Warriors |
| (Moorcock / House / King / Powell)
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and
that
And cut the Enemy down as weeds
We are Humanity's spade to dig up the root |
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