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Hawkwind
Hawkwind


Background information
Origin Ladbroke Grove, England
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Progressive Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Space Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) Charisma Records
Emergency Broadcast System Records
Voiceprint Records
Associated acts Motörhead
Space Ritual
High Tide
Tribe of Cro
Website Website
Members
Dave Brock
Mr Dibs
Tim Blake
Richard Chadwick
Niall Hone
Former members
See members article



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Hawkwind Album


25 Years On (1978)
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When I was a kid in school
They showed me symbols on a card
Then they sent them from a locked and bolted room
I had to fake that it was hard
Circle, square, triangle, waves
I got them crystal clear by the hour
And all I said was "may I please take a rest?"
I didn't want them to know I was possessed
With Psi Power
Psi Power
Psi Power

I can read your mind like a magazine
I see where you're at I know what you mean
I get all the secrets that you'd rather keep

When I was a teenage kid
and I hung around the streets
I could see inside the mind
of any girl that I wanted to meet
Wave, triangle, circle, square
They opened to me like a flower
How would you like to have your mind caressed?
Can't you feel that I'm possessed
With Psi Power
Psi Power
Psi Power

I can read your mind like a magazine
I see where you're at I know what you mean
I get all the secrets that you'd rather keep

Psi Power
Psi Power
Psi Power
I can read your mind like a magazine
I see where you're at I know what you mean
I get all the secrets that you'd rather keep

It's like a radio you can't switch off
There's no way to get peace of mind
I'd like to live inside a lead-lined room
And leave all this Psi Power behind
Circle, square, triangle, waves
It's a gift that soon turns sour
Why don't they let me get some rest?
It's too much to understand and to digest

Psi Power
Psi Power
Psi Power
I can read your mind like a magazine
I see where you're at I know what you mean
I get all the secrets that you'd rather keep

. . .


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

. . .

Automoton

[No lyrics]

. . .


I went to school and I studied and I got my G.C.E.
My City and Guilds and my Sky Diary
But it didn't do me no good
They didn't like my looks, I burnt my books
25 years doesn't matter anymore
I stand around the streets
I lie around the floor
looking at the sky
I watch the world go by

I started out one day
And I worked in a factory
My mind went blank,
I needed a battery
Didn't do me no good
I got the sack,
My work was slack
25 years, 25 years, 25 years...

'Cause 25 years doesn't matter anymore
I stand around the streets
And lie around the floor
Looking at the sky
I watch the world go by
They say there's life up there in the galaxy
The world's in collision
There's people with an allergy
25 years of social reform
Ain't gonna make me change or make me conform
25 years, 25 years, 25 years,
25 years of social research and
25 years, 25 years, 25 years...

. . .


He sneaks through the door of the surgery
He's got the drug cabinet key
He did something funny and he tied up his arm
It's just the flying doctor, no cause for alarm
He sprinkled out a powder and spread out a line
He sniffed it up his nostril and he's feeling so fine
Feeling so fine, it feels like he's flying
Feeling so fine, it feels like he's flying
His receptionist saw him, it certainly shocked her
She said "Look out, you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor"

Out in the outback, there's been an outbreak
and the Flying Doctor's got nothing to take
He went to the cabinet and the cabinet was bare
His eyes dilated, you can see by his stare.
Called up his base on the radio,
He said; "My supplies are running low,
They're running low, you can see where they go
They're running low, I see where they go"
Out in the outback with my Percival Proctor
Look out you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor

He's got the cabinet key,
The cabinet key, the cabinet key...

"This is the Flying Doctor calling Wallarolla base
Wallorola base come in please...
I want to talk to you about my drugs situation...
My drug situation is rather tight...
About as tight as a kangaroo's khyber, I'd say"

Cabinet key, cabinet key...

"Wake up! – One, two, three, four..."

A Sheila in the bush by a Koolahbar tree
Needed an urgent appendectomy
The Flying Doctor like a true Australian,
Performed the operation with a sardine can
He made a rough incision and tried to chew it out,
He had no anaesthetic, so she started to shout,
She started to shout, when he was chewing it out,
She started to shout, he tried to chew it right out,
He balled up his fist and scientifically socked her,
Look out you'd better duck,
Here comes the Flying Doctor

Cabinet key, cabinet key, cabinet key...

. . .


Icarus flew too near the sun
Into the blue his red wax did run
He fell to the earth and sealed the scroll
The daredevil angels unknown would unfold
They are the only ones
The chosen only ones
They are the only ones who are free

Half-human, half-bird ascending so high
No whisper is heard from deep in the sky
On wings as they climb, they beat and they soar
Through space and time towards heaven's door
They are the only ones
The chosen only ones
They are the only ones who are free

In chariots of fury and flame
We head for above to stake out our claim
With radioscopes, electronic eyes
We scan for our hopes in different skies
They are the only ones
The chosen only ones
They are the only ones who are free

Icarus flew too near the sun
Into the blue his red wax did run
He fell to the earth and sealed the scroll
The daredevil angels unknown would unfold
They are the only ones
The chosen only ones
They are the only ones who are free

. . .


If he blows his cover he might blow the lid
So he stays in the shadows like he always did
Deep in his trench coat secret papers are hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait
To type out the orders that seal his fate
Deep in the shadows where he always hid
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

Secret career in counter espionage
Covering his fear with clever camouflage
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

Railway hotel with gun oil on the sheets
The man at the harbour waited in the streets
It's only the dead dreams of the cold war kid
Only the dead dreams of the cold war kid

. . .


It's the age of the Micro Man
Who sees the detail but never the plan
It's the time of the tiny creep
Who pulls the levers while he falls asleep
25 years of social research

It's the age of the insect man
Who pushes buttons and takes back the can
It's the age of the Micro Man
Who sees the detail but never the plan
25 years of social research
25 years of social research

. . .


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