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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


PXR5 (1979)
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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

. . .


Jack of Shadows, nocturnal outlaw
Daemon of darkness, brother to the night
Jack of Shadows, what's he hanging out for?
King of the dimensions, the other side of light

And when he passes
He casts shades of mystery black
Flowing like molasses
It's only Jack of Shadows on his way back
To the kindom of thieves
Before the skies crack

Jack of Shadows, cloak of constellations
Draped around his body, blanking out his face
Jack of Shadows, don't believe in God, he
steals from the future, fades without a trace

And when the flames flare
Flickering forms of velvet dark
He plays his games there
It's only Jack of Shadows, he's lit up by a spark
To run into the umbra , as fast as a shark

Jack of Shadows, ultravoilet eyesight
Giving him the vision that cats-eye infrared
Jack of Shadows, watch him as he flies right
Through all of the umbras, quicker than the dead

And when he passes
He casts shades of mystery black
Flowing like molasses
It's only Jack of Shadows on his way back
To the kindom of thieves
Before the skies crack

Jack of Shadows, Jack of Shadows
Jack of Shadows, Jack of Shadows
Jack of Shadows, Jack of Shadows...

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Shoals of dead fish float on the lakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars
And science is making the same mistakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars
No one down here knows how to work the brakes,
but Uncle Sam's on Mars

Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars,
Uncle Sam's on Mars, he's on Mars

Layers of smoke in the atmosphere
have made the earth too hot to bear
The Earth might be a desert soon,
America has left the Moon

Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars,
Uncle Sam's on Mars, he's on Mars

He's digging for dreams in the red sand
He's got his bucket and spade in his left hand
He's digging for dreams
He's looking for life

What's he doing out there?
He's looking for life
Looking for life
There may be life out there

(Nixon to Armstrong – July 21st 1969:)
"I'm talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room in the White House. And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone call ever made here on Earth. I just can't tell you how proud we all are. For every American this has to be the proudest day of their lives. And for people all over the world, I'm sure they too join with us in recognising what a tremendous achievement this is. For one priceless moment in the whole history of Man..."

MacDonalds Hamburger
Construction works
And he's looking for life
Looking for life to wind up
He's looking for life to stamp out
He's looking for life to grind out
He's looking for life, so mind out

I hope you brought your credit card with you, and I hope you know how to drive on these long, lonely freeways and intersections we've got up here. We've got two cars in the garage, two cars in the garage, and drum-majorettes in white ankle socks and baton twirling on Sundays. We've got stripes and the stars and Uncle Sam's on, Uncle Sam's on, Uncle Sam's on, Mars....

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I used to be of human kind,
I had a life to lead
But now I'm frozen in a dream
My life is lost it seems
She turned the key
Of endlessness and locked me
In a dream, Infinity

Infinity so beautiful
Has turned my soul to ice
And crystallized eternity
For all my future time
She turned the key
Of endlessness and locked me
In a dream, Infinity

I met her in a forest glade
Where starbeams grew like trees
I did not take her for a witch
She wasn't what she seemed
She turned the key
Of endlessness and locked me
In a dream, Infinity

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Life Form

[No lyrics]

. . .


Nine to five or ten to six, up to the city and back to the sticks
You've got to unwind your mind, you've got to unwind your mind
Sit back, switch on, your face has got a twitch on
Your fuses are blown out in a double bind
Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed, you're very nearly human,
you're so well disguised
Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot
You're warm when it's cold, you're cool when it's hot
Your life is recorded on a micro-dot, Robot, Robot
You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws
if it wasn't for the three laws of robotics

Automated homunculus, you queue for the paper
You queue for the bus, you're a "Good morning!" machine
You're a "How are you?" device
Sit back, light up, never put a fight up
Sit there fuming until your face goes green
Air conditioned, and desensitised, you're very nearly human
You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot

I am a robot
I am your slave
I can not harm you
I can only obey
The Three Laws

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Flat block
Of two dimensions
Neon tote board to the sky
Keeping scores of people stacked up so high
Above the ground
But all they can hear is the sound
Of the wind in the antennae
It's a human zoo
A suicide machine

Childhood
Of concrete cube shaped
A flypaper stuck with human life
Caged up rage
Swarming hornet hive
Tear out the telephones
Rip out the pages of directories
And wreck all these
High speed lifts and elevators
Be a sabotage rebel without applause

High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
All stacked up in a high rise block

High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
All stacked up in a high rise block

Starfish
Of human blood shape
Tentacles of human gore
Spread out on the pavement from the 99th floor
Well somebody said that he jumped
But we know he was pushed
He was just like you might have been
On the 99th floor of a suicide machine

High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
Living in a high rise
High rise
All stacked up in a high rise block

. . .


Two years ago our nova-drive failed and we drifted in space
But now repaired our motors run to continue the race
Three of our crew who were with us then did not survive
Their life supports could not take the strain and so they died

And so we search until we find the answers that we left
behind, and we go from star to star to find the dream
And we will pursue the race that made us journey into space
and led us to become a seed of life, PXR5, PXR5

Robots call, but we don't answer to their wail
Computers hum and bright lights flash to no avail
The course has been set for us to go in light years past
Outlaws of time, visions of an ancient cast

And so we search until we find the answers that we left
behind, and we go from star to star to find the dream
And we will pursue the race that made us outlaws of this space
and led us to become a seed of life, PXR5, PXR5

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