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Hawkwind
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Откуда Ladbroke Grove, England
Жанры Hard Rock
Progressive Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Space Rock
Годы 1969—н.в.
Лейблы Charisma Records
Emergency Broadcast System Records
Voiceprint Records
См. также Motörhead
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Space Ritual (1973)
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Electronic No. 1
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7 by 7
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Intelligent life is so very rare,
the rarest thing in creation
and the most precious

It is the only thing
that gives meaning to the universe
without it nothing begins and nothing ends

This is Earth calling
This is Earth calling

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We were born to go,
We're never turning back
We were born to go,
and leave a burning track
We were born to go,
and leave no star unturned
We were born to grow,
We were born to learn

We're breaking out of the shell,
We're breaking free
We're hatching our dreams into reality

We were born to blaze,
a new clear way through space
A way out of the maze,
that held the human race
We were born to go,
as far as we can fly
We were born to go,
to blow the human mind

We're breaking out of the shell,
We're breaking free
We're hatching our dreams into reality

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Down, down and down
Down, down and down

As we spin through the night
With ever increasing might
Down, down and down
Down, down and down

Returning volumes of sound
Into the blackness we drown
Round, round and round
Round, round and round

As we lay in our sleep
The appointment we keep
Down, down and down
Down, down and down

Only the rushing is heard
Onward flies the bird
Deep, deeper, deep
Must we sink in our sleep

Down, down and down
Down, down and down
Round, round and round
Round, round and round
Round, round and round
Returning volumes of sound
Returning volumes of sound

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I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dreams
Into the starkness of the capsule
Where two of our crew still lie suspended cool
In their tombs of sleep.


The nagging choirs of memory
The tubes and wires worming from their flesh
To machinery
I would have to cut...

Such midwifery is but one
Function of the leader here
Floating in a sac of fluid dark
A clear century
Of space away from Earth
While one man stirs from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypno-tapes
Assuring him that this was reality
However grim
Our journey's end.

Landing itself was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by
The automind and left a galaxy of dreams behind...

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The elements that gather here
Upon this hill shall cast no fear
Lines that march across the world
Travel which no man has ever heard

Moon that shines its beam so bright
Stones that measure the silvery light
Of energy that travels here
It happens on the seventh year

A day shall come, we shall be as one
Perhaps to die, it has begun
From the realms beyond the sun
Here our lifetime has begun

What can I see?
What can I see?

Flying is trying is dying

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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
And a few billion there
As if seeking consolation in numbers
Space does not care, space does not threaten
Space does not comfort
It does not speak, it does not wake
It does not dream
It does not know, it does not fear
It does not love, it does not hate
It does not encourage any of these qualities

Space cannot be measured, it cannot be angered,
It cannot be placated
It cannot be summed up, space is there
Space is not large and it is not small
It does not live and it does not die
It does not offer truth and neither does it lie
Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact
Space is the absence of time and of matter

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Space is dark, it is so endless
When you're lost it's so relentless
It is so big, it is so small
Why does man try to act so tall?

Is this the reason deep in our minds?

It does not feel, it does not die
Space is neither truth nor lies
Into the void we have to travel
To find a clue which will unravel

Is this the reason deep in our minds?

The secret lies with our tomorrow
In each of us is a hidden sorrow
Path goes onwards through the night
Beyond the realms of ancient light

Is this the reason deep in our minds?

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Electronic No. 1

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I've got an orgone accumulator
It makes me feel greater
I'll see you sometime later
When I'm through with my accumulator

It's no social integrator
It's a one man isolator
It's a back brain stimulator
It's a cerebral vibrator

Those energy stimulators
Just turn your eyeballs into craters
But an orgone accumulator
Is a superman creator

It's no social integrator
It's a one man isolator
It's a back brain stimulator
It's a cerebral vibrator

I've got an orgone accumulator
And it makes me feel greater
I'll see you sometime later
When I'm through with my accumulator

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When I stand upside down
Can't get a thing together and I don't know why
Oh dear you look so good
Don't you think it's heaven like you knew you would
Oh dear what shall I do
??????????? reason and it's up to you
I stand upside down
Can't get a thing together and I don't know why

You know you look so fine
Can't get a thing together and I don't know why
I stand upside down
Can't get a thing together and I don't know why
Oh dear what shall I do?
 ??????? reason and it's up to you
I stand upside down
Can't get a thing together and I don't know why

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In the tenth second of forever,
I thought of the sea and a white yacht drifting...

In the ninth second of forever,
I thought of a leaf, a stone,
The plastic fragment of a child's toy...

In the eighth second of forever,
I remembered a warm room where voices played...

In the seventh second of forever,
I thought of the life I would not lead...

In the sixth second of forever,
I saw your mouth whispering something I could hear...

In the fifth second of forever,
I thought of the vermilion deserts of Mars,
The jewelled forests of Venus...

In the fourth second of forever,
I could remember nothing that I did not love...

In the third second of forever,
I thought of rain against a window, I thought of the wind...

In the second second of forever,
I thought of the pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac...

In the first and final second of forever,
I thought of the long past that had led to now,
and never... never... never... never...

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Standing on the runway waiting to take-off
I wanna fly, wanna watch me flake off
I can't move 'cause the man has the brake on
You gotta help me, help me to shake off

This body of mine – I've gotta get out of this void
Body of mine – coz I don't wanna be destroyed
Body of mine – and I don't wanna turn android
Body of mine – you gotta help me avoid that

Brainstorm – here I go
Brainstorm – flying low
Brainstorm – I'm gonna miss it
Brainstorm – you bet I'd kiss it

Can't get no peace 'til I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia police have sussed out my potion
You gotta help me or there'll be an explosion

In this body of mine – I've gotta get out of this void
Body of mine – coz I don't wanna be destroyed
Body of mine – and I don't wanna turn android
Body of mine – you gotta help me avoid that

Brainstorm – here I go
Brainstorm – flying low
Brainstorm – I'm gonna miss it
Brainstorm – you bet I'd kiss it

I'm breaking up
I'm falling apart
I'm floating away

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7 by 7

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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 not waste time seeking a soundproof shelter
Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible, but do not panic.....
Use your wheels, it is what they are for
Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons, which should be left if possible, in a shelter
Do not attempt to use your own limbs
If no wheels are available, metal, not organic, limbs should be employed whenever practical.....
Remember, in the case of Sonic Attack,
Survival does mean every man for himself
Statistically more people survive
if they think only of themselves

Do not attempt to rescue friends,
relatives, or loved ones.
You have only a few seconds to escape
Use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die
Do not panic
Think only of yourselves....

These are the first signs of Sonic Attack:
You will notice small objects, such as ornaments, oscillating.
You will notice a vibration in your diaphragm
You will hear a distant hissing in your ears
You will feel dizzy
You will feel the need to vomit
There will be bleeding from orifices
There will be an ache in the pelvic region
You may be subject to fits of hysterical shouting,
or even laughter
These are all sign of imminent Sonic destruction
Your only real protection is flight
If you are less than ten years old,
then remain in your shelter and use your cocoon
But remember: You can help no-one else,
No-one else,
No-one else......

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Time we left this world today
Time we left this world today
Time we left this world today
So many people seem to say
"Time we left this world today"
They watch you as you seem to say
"Time we left this world today"
They watch you as you walk the street
Cast sly glances at who you meet
Brain police are not far behind
Trying to make you lose your minds
Time we left this world today
Watch you as you walk the streets
Make you sit in your house and say
"Time we left this world today"
So many people seem to say
"Time we left this world today"

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I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me,
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?

I am the creator of this universe
And all that it was meant to be
So that we might learn to see
This foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
If you call this living I must be blind.

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Welcome to the oceans in a labelled can
Welcome to the dehydrated lands
Welcome to the self-policed parade
Welcome to the neo-golden age
Welcome to the days you've made
You are welcome
You are welcome
Welcome welcome
You are welcome
You are welcome

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