Over The Top by Hawkwind
This is a very heavy microphone stand
Ah, no queen could brandish this I tell ya that
It's a real man's microphone stand
Here, Dave, here
Where'd you get these stands from?
(Laughs)
Ah, they're really heavy
So are you
Well, we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute
Like, er
Fall off the stage on top of you
With about two hundredweight of iron in my hand
You're a very tiny person, aren't you?
Eh? (Laughs)
You're all very tiny down there
Y'know when I'm up here
I feel so big and mighty
I fell like I'm the
Master
Of the
Universe
You made me feel like that
And now, it's almost true
And just wait and see
What we do with it
All right, cut the Gypsy music!
Band of Gypsies!
(Music changes)
(These lyrics are Calvert's poem 'The Awakening')
All in a day's work
All in, all in
All in a day's work
All in, all in
All in a day's work
I know
I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres
Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream
Into the starkness of this 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
One man stirs from the trauma of his birth
Attending to the hypno-tapes
Assuring him
This was reality
However grim
Oh, our journey's end
The landing itself was nothing
We touched upon a shelf of rock
|
