Hawkwind Lyrics - Album Hawkwind

edited March 10 in Hawkwind Lyrics

Hurry On Sundown:


Well, hurry on sundown

See what tomorrow brings

Hurry on sundown

See what tomorrow brings

Well it may bring war

Any old thing

Well, look into your mind's eye

See what you can see

Well, look into your mind's eye

See what you can see

There's hundreds of people

Like you and me


Oh, hurry on sundown

Hurry on sundown

Oh, hurry on sundown

Hurry on sundown


Well, hurry on sundown

See what tomorrow brings

Hurry on sundown

See what tomorrow brings

Well it may bring war

Any old thing

Look into your mind's eye

See what you can see

Look into your mind's eye

See what you can see

There's hundreds of people

Like you and me


The Reason Is:

[Instrumental]

Be Yourself:

Be yourself, see yourself

I can see others like me

Be yourself, see yourself

Try and find peace of mind

Be yourself, see yourself

Be yourself, see yourself

Be yourself


Be yourself, see yourself

I can't find peace of mind

Be yourself, see yourself

I can see others like me

Be yourself, see yourself

Be yourself, see yourself

Be yourself, see yourself

Be yourself

Paranoia - Part1:

[Instrumental]

Paranoia - Part2:

[Instrumental]

Seeing It As You really Are:

[Instrumental]

Mirror Of Illusion:

In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out

But no-one feels the sound that I shout

And you don't hear me through the tears you've shed

And the dream-world that you've found

Will one day drag you down

The mirror of illusion reflects the smile


The world from your back door seems so wide

The house, so tiny it is from inside

A box that you're still living in

I cannot see for why

You think you've found perception's doors

They open to a lie


In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out

But no-one feels the sound that I shout

And you don't see me through the tears you've shed

And the dream-world that you've found

Will one day drag you down

The mirror of illusion reflects the smile


The world from your back door seems so wide

The house, so tiny it is from inside

A box that you're still living in

I cannot see for why

You think you've found perception's doors

They open to a lie

Bring It On Home:

Well, I bought my ticket and I got my load

And the conductor yells "now all aboard"

Well, I take my seat and I sit right back

And I watch that train go down the tracks


I said, "Baby"

I said, "Baby

Gonna bring it on home now

Gonna bring it on home now

Gonna bring it on home now"


Well, I bought my ticket and I got my load

And the conductor yells "now all aboard"

Well, I take my seat and I sit right back

And I watch that train go down the tracks


I said, "Baby"

I said, "Baby

Gonna bring it on home now

Gonna bring it on home now

Gonna bring it on home now"

Kiss The Velvet Whip:

Feel the pain burning, reaching up your spine

How your body shudders higher as you climb

You're reaching for the sky as the lash descends

Tingling stars of fire, burning in your head

Lightning in your opening eyes, bursting thoughts of power

Feel the velvet whip turning sweet thoughts to sour


Feel the pain burning, reaching up your spine

How your body shudders higher as you climb

You're reaching for the sky as the lash descends

Tingling stars of fire, burning in your head

Lightning in your opening eyes, bursting thoughts of power

Feel the velvet whip turning sweet thoughts to sour


Down and down you slowly slide

Your burning body under mine

Together a world with legs entwined

Silky skin with hardened lines

The scent of leather in the air

The colours change not really there

You taste the sweetness of the pain

Will you ever climb so high again?


Feel the pain burning, reaching up your spine

How your body shudders higher as you climb

You're reaching for the sky as the lash descends

Tingling stars of fire, burning in your head

Lightning in your opening eyes, bursting thoughts of power

Feel the velvet whip turning sweet thoughts to sour

Cymbaline:

The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high

The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by

Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine

Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?

And it's high time, Cymbaline

High time, Cymbaline

Please wake me


Butterfly with broken wings has fallen by your side

The ravens all are closing in there's nowhere you can hide

Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone

Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home

And it's high time, Cymbaline

High time, Cymbaline

Please wake me


The lines converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plane

The leaves are heavy around your feet; you hear the thunder of the train

Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range

And Doctor Strange is always changing sides

And it's high time, Cymbaline

High time, Cymbaline

Please wake me


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