1. GAGA

This is a time for shutters ????????????????????
And there is no day or night, there is no red or white
There is no now or then
Though this may be the beginning or this could be the end
The Watcher only knows
This is the mental lift off
This is the Countdown that is called
This is Hawkwind 1-2-1



2. IN THE EGG

We live in the Egg
We live in the Egg
We have covered the inside wall of the shell with dirty drawings
and the christian names of our enemies
We are being hatched
Whoever is hatching us is hatching our pencils as well
Set free from the Egg one day, at once we shall draw a picture
of whoever is hatching us
We assume that we're being hatched
We imagine some good natured fowl and write school essays about the colour
and creed of the hen that is hatching us
When shall we break the shell?
Our prophets inside the Egg, for a middling salary, argue about
the period of incubation
The posit a day called "X"
Out of boredom and genuine need, we have invented incubators
We are much concerned about our offspring inside the Egg
We should be glad to recommend our patent to whom looks after us
But we have a room full of hardheads, senile chimps, polyglot embryos
chatter all day and even discuss their dreams
But what if we're not being hatched?
What if the shell will never break, if the horizon is only that of
our scribbles, and always will be?
We hope that we're being hatched
Even if we only talk of hatching there remains the fear
that someone outside the shellwill feel hungry
and crack us into the frying pan with a pinch of salt
What then my brethren inside the Egg?


3. ORGONE ACCUMULATOR

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
Turn your eyeballs into crators
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 grater
I'll see you sometime later
When I'm through with my Accumulator


4. WAGE WAR

I would see the city as a mutant among the wonders of the world. Its
chimmneys polluting the air. Its roots poisoning the earth. Its
tentacles setting one man against another and strangling them both in
their hopeless contest. I would map the cities' highways and tunnels and
bridges, its subways and canals, its neighbourhoods adorned by beautiful
homes filled with priceless objects, rare libraries, and fine rooms. Its
clever networks of pipes and cables and wires under the streets. Its
Police departments and communications stations. Its hospitals, churches,
and temples. Its administrative buildings crowded with overworked
computers, telephones, and servile clerks.

Then I would wage war against this city as if it were a living body. I
would welcome the night-sister of my skin, cousin of my shadow, and have
her shelter me and help me in my battle. I would lift the steel lids
from the ????? and ????? explosives to the ????? ????
and then I would run away and hide, waiting for the thunder which would
trap, in mute telephone lines, millions of unheard words. Which would
darken rooms full of white light and fearful people.

I would wait for the midnight storm which whips the streets and blurs
all shapes and I would hold my knife against the back of a doorman,
yawning in his gold braided uniform, and force him to lead me upstairs
where I would plunge my knifs into his body. I would visit the rich, and
the comfortable, and the un-aware, and their last screams would
suffocate in their ornate carpets, or tapestries and ???? ?????. Their
dead bodies pinned down by broken statues would be gazed upon by slashed
family portraits. Then I would run to the highways and speedways that
surge forward towards the city. I would have with me bags full of bent
nails to empty on the asphalt. I would wait for the dawn to see cars,
trucks, buses approaching at great speed and hear the bursting of their
tyres, the screech of their wheels, the thunder of their steel bodies
suddenly ???? ???? as they crash into each other, like wine glasses
pushed off a table. And in the morning I would go to sleep, smiling in
the face of the day, the brother of my enemy.


5. URBAN GUERILLA

I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
I'm society's cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know


6. MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE

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.


7. WELCOME TO THE FUTURE

Welcome to the oceans in a labeled can,
Welcome to the dehydrated lands,
Welcome to the self police 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.


8. SONIC ATTACK

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 "sound proofed" shelter.
Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible
Do not panic
Do not panic

Use your wheels. It is what they are for.
Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons
and should be left, if possible, in shelters.
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 means
"Every man for himself"
Statistically more people survive if they think
only of themselves
Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, loved ones
You have only a few seconds to escape
Use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself
Do not panic
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself

These are the first signs of sonic attack:
You will notice small objects - such as ornaments - oscillating
You will notice vibrations in your diaphragm
You will hear a distand hissing in your ears
You will feel the need to vomit
You will feel dizzy
You will have difficulty focussing
You will need to breathe more rapidly
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 protection is flight
If you are less than ten years old
Remain in your shelter and use your cocoon
Remember - you can help no one else
You can help no one else
You can help no one else
Do not panic
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself
Think only of yourself

Think only of yourself

Think only of yourself


Think only of yourself


9. SILVER MACHINE

I just took a ride
in a silver machine
and I'm still feeling mean
I got a silver machine
Do you want to ride
see yourself going by
other side of the sky
Well I got a silver machine
It flies sideways through time
It's an electric line
To your Zodiac sign
It flies out of a dream
It's anti-septically clean
You're gonna know where I've been
In my silver machine