@ALBUM: hawklords Hawklord's (Hawkwind) 25 Year On @SONG: PSI Power When I was a kid in school They showed me symbols on a card Then they sent them from a locked and bolted room I had to fake that it was hard Circle, Square, Triangle, Waves I got crystal clear by the hour And I said "may I please take a rest?" I didn't want them to know I was possessed with PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power I can read your mind like a magazine I see where you're at I know what you mean I get all the secrets that you'd rather keep When I was a teenage kid And I hung around the streets I could see inside the mind of any girl That I wanted to meet Circle, Square, Triangle, Waves They are open to me like a flower How would you like to have your mind caressed Can't you feel that I'd possessed with PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power I can read your mind like a magazine I see where you're at I know what you mean I get all the secrets you'd rather keep It's like a radio you can't switch off There's no way to get peace of mind I would like to live in a lead-lined room And leave all this PSI Power behind Circle, Square, Triangle, Waves It's a gift that soon turned sour Why don't they let me get rest Too much to understand Too much to digest PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power PSI Power I can read your mind like a magazine I see where you're at I know what you mean I get all the secrets you'd rather keep @SONG: FREE FALL ( - Calvert - Bainbridge - ) Before you jump you wear the frown of someone who is stalling There's no up there's only down The other fear of falling All you need to do is take One step into the sky Give yourself to gravity Give that another try In free fall, free fall The wind'll take your frightened face And force your mouth to smile While destiny is on your case The gods look up your file The clouds are coming at you Like a host of angels wings At thirty seconds of freedom's sweat You've cut the puppet's strings In free fall, free fall @SONG: 25 YEARS ( - Brock - ) Went to school I studied and got my G.C.E. City and guilds and my sky diary But it didn't do no good Didn't like my looks So I burnt my books Spent 25 years doesn't matter anymore Stand around the streets And lay around the floor Watch the world go by Looking at the sky 25 years, 25 years They said there's a life up there in the galaxy The world in collision There's people with an allergy 25 years of, 25 years of, 25 years of social research I started out one day and I worked in a factory My mind went blank I needed a battery Didn't do no good I got the sack, my work was slack Spent 25 years doesn't matter anymore Stand around the streets And lay around the floor Watch the world go by Looking at the sky 25 years, 25 years @SONG: FLYING DOCTOR ( - Calvert - Brock - ) He sneaks through the door of the surgery He's got the drug cabinet key, he did something funny and tied up his arm It's just the flying doctor, no cause for alarm He sprinkled out a powder, and laid out a line He sniffed it up his nostrils, feeling so fine Feeling so fine, it feels like he's blind Feeling so fine, it feels like he's blind His receptionist saw him, it certainly shocked her She said "Look out, you'd better stop, here comes the Flying Doctor" Out in the outback there's been an outbreak And the Flying Doctor's got nothing to take He went to the cabinet and the cabinet was bare He's so outraged and you can see by his stare Called up his brakes on the radio, he said "My supplies are running low" They're running low you can see where they go. They're running low I see where they go Out in the outback with my merciful claptrap Look out you'd better duck, here comes the Flying Doctor He's got the cabinet key, the cabinet key, the cabinet key "This is the Flying Doctor calling Wallarolla back. Will the base come in please? I want to talk to you about my drugs case... He's as drunk as a Kangaroo's Carburetor" Cabinet key Wake up one, two, three, four A Sheilah in the bush by a Koolah bar tree needing an urgent appendectomy The Flying Doctor like a true Australian, performed the operation with a saltine can, he made a rough incision and tried to chew it out, he had no anaesthetic So she started to shout, she started to shout. When he was chewing it out. She started to shout and tried to chew him right out, balled up his fist and so typically socked out Look out you'd better stop. Here comes the Flying Doctor. Cabinet key, cabinet key, cabinet key... @SONG: THE ONLY ONES ( - Calvert - Brock - ) Icarus flew too near the sun Into the blue h8is red wax did run He fell to the earth and sealed the scroll The daredevil angels our luck would unfold They are the only ones The chosen only ones They are the only ones who are free Half-human half-bird ascending so high No whisper is heard from deep in the sky On wings they climb, they beat and they soar Through space and time toward heaven's door In chariots of fury and flame We head for above to stake out our claim With radioscopes, electronic eyes We scan for our hopes in different skies @SONG: (ONLY) THE DEAD DREAMS OF THE COLD WAR, KID ( - Calvert - ) If he blows his cover he might blow the lid So he stays in the shadows like he always did Deep in his trenchcoat secret papers are hid It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid In a town by the wall the machine gunners wait To type out the orders that seal his fate Deep in the shadows where he always hid It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Secret career in counter espionage Covering his face with clever camouflage Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Railway hotel with gun oil on the sheets The man at the harbour waited in the streets It's only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid Only the dead dreams of the cold war, kid @SONG: THE AGE OF THE MICRO MAN ( - Calvert - Brock - ) It's the age of the Micro Man, who sees the detail but never the plan It's the time of the tiny creep, who pulls the levers while he falls asleep Twenty five years of social research It's the age of the insect man who pushes buttons and takes back the can It's the age of the Micro Man who sees the detail but never the plan Twenty five years of social research Twenty five years of social research