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Hawkwind
Hawkwind


Информация
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
Space Ritual
High Tide
Tribe of Cro
Сайт Website
Состав
Dave Brock
Mr Dibs
Tim Blake
Richard Chadwick
Niall Hone
Бывшие участники
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Alien 4 (1995)
1995
1.
2.
Alien (I Am)
3.
Reject Your Human Touch
4.
5.
Beam Me Up
6.
Vega
7.
Xenomorph
8.
Journey
9.
Sputnik Stan
10.
Kapal
11.
Festivals
12.
13.
14.
Are You Losing Your Mind?
15.
Space Sex (only on vinyl release)
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On board the craft, I noticed a lot of electrical-like ceiling lines, like the lines in the human brain. There are windows or screen areas all around the ship. They're like a two-way mirror - a kind of projection place. It is as if these window screens are made of a combination of metal, crystal, or mirrored glass.

I see a cloudscape or landscape on suspended plastic sheets. I notice slanted surfaces on the tops of machines with instruments on panels. Small creatures are busily moving around. They are seated at the controls at the base of the slanted walls. Robot-like creatures, with large black eyes that appear to have reptilian and insectile facial qualities.

I don't have any problem facing the little ones that are so blissful, but the ugly ones scare and repulse me. It's like the larvae inside the leather faced skin of a hard dark scary machine. The reptile-faced insect bodied robots, they are being brought forth to perform specific functions...

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Alien (I Am)

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Reject Your Human Touch

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No ballpoint pen
No type set in
The ultrasonic tapping machine
Takes control
Takes control
Issues its command
Clicking and clattering
Into the black Indian ink of night

Hieroglyphic ancient scrawl
It is written on the walls
Of history

Prick, prick, prick, ahh
Prick ahh
Prick ahh

Dot to dot
I'm bleeding for you
Bleeding for you
My blood is blue
Penetration too
Painless steel free
Surgically screened
The needle machine

The needle machine
The needle machine

The pain
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
Machine control
The needle machine

I feel
I feel

Prick, prick, prick my skin
Transfer inscribe
Images of sweet roses red
Blood drips
Blood drips
The tattooed hole in my skin
Drains the blood, my life blood

Prick ahh
Prick ahh
Prick ahh
Prick ahh

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Beam Me Up

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Vega

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Xenomorph

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Journey

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Sputnik Stan

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Kapal

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Festivals

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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

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Drifting through the wastelands of sleep
Rivers formed by those who weep
All missed by the wakeful mind
Memories are left far behind
But you can always return tomorrow
Escape in sleep from all of your sorrows
And then I can reach out for your touch
Am I asking for too much?

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Are You Losing Your Mind?

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Space Sex

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