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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


Warrior on the Edge of Time (1975)
1975
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Opa-Loka
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Spiral Galaxy 28948
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Motorhead (CD bonus track)
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Lives of great men all remind us
We may make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time
Of hewn stones the sacred circle
Where the wizard sages sat
Let us try to remember
All the times where they were at

So your thoughts, they were expecting
Assault and battery on the human anatomy,
Assault and battery on the human anatomy, man

Lives of great men all remind us
We may make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time

So your thoughts, they were expecting
Assault and battery on the human anatomy,
Assault and battery on the human anatomy, man

Lives of great men all remind us
We may make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time
Of hewn stones the sacred circle
Where the wizard sages sat
Let us try to remember
All the times where they were at

So your thoughts, they were expecting
Assault and battery on the human anatomy,
Assault and battery on the human anatomy, man

. . .


The golden void speaks to me
Denying my reality
I lose my body, lose my mind
I blow like wind, I flow like wine
Down a corridor of flame
Will I fly so high again
Is there something wrong with me
I cannot hear, I cannot see
Down a corridor of flame

So you think the time is past
The life you lead will always last
Chaotic fusions of your soul
Down below that rocky knowle
Through the clouds an open sky
The wind flows through your watering eyes
The sounds are pitched to draw you on
your never-ending journey on
the edge of time, the edge of time

. . .


The Great Hound Barked
And the world turned white
The Great Hound Sighed
And the forest died
The Wizard Blew His Horn
The Wizard Blew His Horn

The snow snake hissed
And the world turned round
The snow snake grinned
In his fine cold sin
When The Wizard Blew His Horn
The Wizard Blew His Horn

The horse wept blood
And the earth did groan
The tall horse reared
From a lake of tears
To seek a Champion
To seek a Champion

The world was bleak
And the Earth did fear
The Wizard's Horn
The magic Horn
So it screamed for a champion
It screamed for a champion

The eagle laughed
And the world grew black
It stretched giant claws
And it snatched the Law
And the Champion stirred in his sleep
The Champion stirred in his sleep

. . .

Opa-Loka

[No lyrics]

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The questions asked but never known,
The feeling governs which way I'll go
Endless circles on my mind
Spiralling a downward climb which way I'll go.
The thoughts are there for you to find
But you never know which way I'll go

Those flashing lights are warning me
But ever bidding voices see
You're caught in a web of emptiness
The tales told the path you tread
Does it lead into your head?
Or back to a world of emptiness?

Smiling faces watching me
Helping hands just wait and see which way I'll go
White walls stretching in the sun
Was it here that I began which way I'll go?
Faintly voices plead with me
Ever asking ever see which way I'll go.

. . .


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

Swift as the arrow from the bow
Come to me so that no one can know.

Sunbeams are my shafts to kill
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray

Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night

A burning brand was seen to fall
It lit the darkness of the hall
The flying hoofbeats circling in
Come to me and let us spin

Sunbeams are my shafts to kill
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray

Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Reign of night
Reign of night

. . .


We're standing on the edge,
On the edge of time,
On the edge of time,
And it is dark,
It is dark,
It is dark,
It is dark, so dark on the edge of time
And we're tired of making love.

We are the lost,
We are the ravaged,
We are the unkind,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love.

Where are our children?
Where are our fathers?
Where is desire?
It is cold, so cold on the edge of time.

Where is our joy?
Where is our hope?
Where is our fire?
It is cold, so cold on the edge of time.

We are the the lost,
We are the forgotten,
We are the undying,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.

The veterans of a thousand psychic wars,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.

The victims of the savage truth,
We are the soldiers at the edge of time.

And we're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired,
We're tired of making love.

. . .

Spiral Galaxy 28948

[No lyrics]

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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 roots wherever they have grown
We are Humanity's fire to burn the waste to the finest ash
We are the wind which will blow the ash away
As if it had never existed
We will destroy those Enemies
But we must first know the Enemies
And the Enemies are the devils that hide in our minds
And make us less than happy
They make us less than happy
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are the veterans of a savage truth
We are the lost
We are the last
We are the betrayed
We are the betrayed
We are the betrayed...

. . .


We've flotsam been, and the jetsam
In highness being, gonna get some
On the water walking, it's easy to be
Centralised then into infinity.

For ourselves only have we to thank
To fool you now would be to walk the plank
Eternity to spend in mime
Drowning in the dying seas of time.

With galleon astral, sail is set
And with the tide we sail her yet
By light propelled, Karma our guide
The shores ??????? pass we beside.

Past rotting hulks of culture drifting
Lost souls ???????, trawl nets lifting
Themselves against the man-made crime
Drowning in the dying seas of time.

. . .


Kings of speed, kings of speed
We're gonna make you kings of speed
Kings of speed, kings of speed
We're gonna make you kings of speed

Between you and me Mr C,
I think we have what we both need
Step this way lads, it ain't no lie,
Try your luck and maybe hit the sky

Kings of speed, kings of speed
We're gonna make you kings of speed

We're gonna take a tasty trip
On Frank and Beasley's rocket ship
The biggest attraction, the brightest star,
Boys you're going fast and far

Kings of speed, kings of speed
We're gonna make you kings of speed

We guarantee you the sweetest ride
You'll go so far you'll think you've died
Step this way lads it ain't no lie
Try your luck and reach the sky

. . .


Sunrise wrong side of another day
Sky-high and six thousand miles away
Don't know how long I've been awake
Wound up in an amazing state
Can't get enough and you know its righteous stuff
Goes up like prices at Christmas

Motorhead
You can call me Motorhead alright

Braindead total amnesia
Get some mental anaesthesia
Don't move, I'll shut the door and kill the lights
I guess I'll see ya all on the ice
All good clean fun, have another stick of gum
Man you look better already

Motorhead
You can call me Motorhead, alright

Fourth day, five day marathon
We're moving like a parallelogram
Don't move, I'll shut the door and kill the lights
If I can't be wrong, I must be right
I should be tired, and all I am is wired
Ain't felt this good for an hour

Motorhead,
You can call me Motorhead, all night.

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