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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


Astounding Sounds, Amazing Music (1976)
1976
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3.
City of Lagoons
4.
The Aubergine That Ate Rangoon
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6.
7.
Chronoglide Skyway
. . .


Open your eyes, you'll get a surprise,
evil is sweeping the nation,
It's killing your sons and what merely stuns
is Your daughters are out for sensation
When they turn on their morals are gone
They don't really know what they're doing
It's a teenage malaise, a dangerous craze
Leading their bodies to ruin

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

Marijuana monster is stalking the streets
He knows what he's up to, he knows what he eats
He gobbles your body and spits out your mind
If you don't believe it then you must be blind

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

Marijuana's real enough
Marijuana's real enough
Marijuana's real enough

One night I was smoking dope
when I looked at my hand and I saw that I had eleven fingers.
One of these fingers fell from my hand onto the carpet,
crawled across the floor, up on my shelf,
inside my piggy bank and stole my stash,
stole my stash!

Reefer madness, has stolen all their souls
Reefer madness, is right out of control
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll
Evil reefer madness is a mind eating troll

. . .


You can see my eyes are lupine
The liquid golden fires glare
My loping walk, my slinking spine
Are signs that there is something there
The way my nostrils flare for odour
The way my ears prick up for sound
My hair's electrically aware
Tells me things for miles around

I am a man-wolf, I am a wolf man
I have half a canine mind
I have half the mind of a man
I am neither of one kind
Maybe it was only an hallucination
I'm no stranger to such things
I made a thorough investigation
The image had a power that clings
To my jaded imagination
My brain has found the bells it rings

Like a wolf my wilful loafing
My languishing alone in my lair
Where you will never hear me laughing
I'm half in love with dark and despair
The Moon's a howling, mouth of mercury
Quicksilver quivering in the sky
It echoes like a cave of chromium
That'll vacuum up my soul when I die

I am a wolf man, I am a man-wolf
A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind
A species of the steppes and city
I am neither of one kind
Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation
The forest has been filled by a fog
Exactly a description of my isolation
I made a note of it in my log
To the secret of all creation
I follow my own trail like a dog

I am a wolf man,
Who walks alone in the gas lamp shadows
of the streets at night
I am a man-wolf upright on two feet in the city,
dressed sombrely as a man,
I am a wolf man
Under skies heavy with snow,
my eyes are convex lenses of ebony,
embedded in amber,
I am a man-wolf
The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger,
are buried in their solid glare
Twin specimens of insect, set for display
I am a wolf-man,
The man in me would kill the wolf
I am a man-wolf,
The wolf in me would eat the man
I am a wolf man,
Who despises the strivings of common men
I am a man-wolf
Who sees them at work,
at their daily tasks at factories and office desk
Who watches them at evening,
elbows lift at tavern tables, heads lolling in song
Und ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll

I saw a neon sign reflected
in a pool of liquid sky
It was not what I expected,
I was only walking by
The sign said "To the Magic Theatre"
It is not for everyone
It is but for madmen only,
the first performance has begun
I looked up to see that notice
where the lights were shining from
Nothing but blank wall was there
and their reflection too was gone

Maybe it was only an hallucination
I'm no stranger to such things
I made a thorough investigation
The image had a power that clings
To my jaded imagination
My brain has found the bell it rings

. . .

City of Lagoons

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Aubergine That Ate Rangoon

[No lyrics]

. . .


Single mesh gearbox
Overhead cam
Mohair motorised wolf
L-l-l-l-looking for lambs
Power-assisted steering
8-track stereo
Leopard skin upholstery
FM radio

Kerb crawler
White side walls with grooves
Kerb crawler
So fast he hardly moves
Kerb crawler
He really approves of
Your high heels clicking
Like a pair of cloven hooves

Excuse me lady
Are you looking for a lift?
I ain't going nowhere special
I'm just out on the drift
I'll take you anywhere you want
Drop you outside your door
I might drive us down the Autobahn
With my foot right to the floor

Fandago insect in the skyscraper shade
He's a night-city mantis
In the neon parade
Come on, come on

. . .


I want to try, I want to be me
I want to get high, I want to see
I want to fly, I want to be free
I take the trail from Katmandu
With a different kind of trip in view
Everest is behind the town
Mountain High-bound to get higher
My glider, I'm the Kadu Flyer
Cygnus of the skies, the prize
And I will rise to win it
Never fly through a cloud
if there's a mountain in it

My route is by the steep ascent
Do battle with the elements
???? ????? peril ???? freezing winds
Downdraft dangers want to drag me down
My straining ailerons the only sound
I'm carried by the keening wind, with the dandelions glide
Everest, I'll never rest
I'll see you a mogul when I'm high

Crawl the thermal up a mountain
Like the Pteradacyl's wings
Waves of lift and wing vibrations
Help me to invoke the sun
True me up in soaring fun
Rising like the phoenix
In full flight from the fire
A dragon wing of string and sticks
Gliding higher and higher and higher

. . .

Chronoglide Skyway

[No lyrics]

. . .


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