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Part III

by Robert Calvert

Here you'll find   >PART III<   of a selection of

LYRICS

Calvert wrote for his numerous solo albums and other performances
- from 1980 up to 1984 - in chronological order.

If you want to read the lyrics of Calvert's (and Hawkwind's) former / later records and performances
- click yourself to:

Part I -- 1970 to 1975 (plus misc. Hawkwind lyrics)

Part II -- 1976 to 1979

Part IV -- 1985 to 1986 (and misc.)

from

The Kid from Silicon Gulch

an electronic musical for the cybernetic age
check out the extensive special feature on this meisterwerk of R.C

1981

The Kid from Silicon Gulch

Why Can't The World Be Run By Machines?

A Day Called X

Silicon Tronic Blues

On the Case

Living Alone

How Can You Call Me A Pig?

Stay Cool, Hang Loose

Back It Up

The Legend of Ned Ludd [animation w. sound / 180 k]
Ned Ludd - the Silicon Gulch version



from

REVENGE

- with PETE PAVLI

1982

Revenge

Fascism - Futurism

Bugatti  [animation w. sound / 260 k]

Isadora  [animation w. sound / 120 k]



from

HYPE

1982

Over my Head

Ambitious

It's the Same

Hanging out on the Seafront

Sensitive

Evil Rock

We Like to be Frightened

Teen Ballad of Deano

Flight 105

The Luminous Green Glow of the Dials on the Dashboard (at Night)

The Greenfly and the Rose

Lord of the Hornets



from

Freq

1984

Ned Ludd [animation w. sound / 180 k]

Acid Rain

All the Machines are Quiet

Standing on the Picket Line

The Cool Courage of Bomb Squad Officers

Work Song


The Kid from Silicon Gulch
- an electronic musical for the cybernetic age-

  The Kid from Silicon Gulch


Why Can't The World Be Run By Machines?


A Day Called X  


Silicon Tronic Blues  


On the Case


Living Alone


How Can You Call Me A Pig?


Stay Cool, Hang Loose



Back It Up


The Legend of Ned Ludd
the Silicon Guch version

click here> for an animated version of NED LUDD



REVENGE

  Revenge

He went to work
Went on with a Thompson gun
Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton
Booked a hotel room with a view of the street
And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet

He sat up till dawn
The sky was all torn
The sun was a slaughter of red
But he waited until he slayed before he went to bed
For the one with the stick pin
Who shot his daddy dead

He knelt with the parts spread on the the hotel room floor
For cleaning and oiling when he heard the door
He called out "Who's that?"
And a voice said "The maid."
He said "Come later, if you want to get laid."

He waited till ten
Then he saw the men
Four men in a Ford limousine
He fired through the curtain so he would not be seen
And got all four of those men
And he got away clean

Revenge is sweet
Revenge is sweet
You know
Revenge is sweet
Revenge so sweet



Fascism - Futurism

Command the good incendiaries
With their chard fingers
Set fire to the shelves of the libraries
Deviate the course of canals
To flood the cellars of the museums
These pick axes and hammers
Sap the foundations of the centre of the cities

Fascism / Futurism
Fascism / Futurism

In the moment the mothers are 30 years
And there are fouteen years at least
To accomplish our tasks
When you are 40
Let others
Younger and more valiant
Coerce him int othe wastepaper basket
Like useless manuscripts

Fascism / Futurism
Fascism / Futurism

Futurism / Fascism
Futurism / Fascism

And Ending Justice



Bugatti  [animation w. sound / 260 k]



Isadora  [ animation w. sound / 120 k ]



HYPE

  Over My Head
She was talking about the world situation
She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool
I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation
And the Ayatollah's rule

It was over my head

Her eyes were plastered with a lot of mascara
And her hair was cut by Vidal
I was wondering how I was going to score her
A real live intellectual

And then she started talking bout a new production
Of Dostoyevsky in drag
The way her mouth moved was pure seduction
When she said she'd written it up in a mag

It was over my head

Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of thinking
Getting plugged into silicon chips
All I could think about was lateral linking
And I just watched her Mary Quant lips

It was over my head

She asked me was I ever into Fellini
And what did I think of Godard
I tried to imagine her in a bikini
And didn't find it was hard

She said have you seen that Fritz Lang movie
Where the hero loses his soul?
I said I didn't think that sounded too groovy
I'm more into rock and roll

It was over my head



Ambitious

You work all night
And it's really frightening
'Cause you're so ambitious

It's just a habit
That you have to grab it
You're avaricious

I know you'll make it
But I just can't take it
You're so ambitious

Nothing's ever going to make you stop
Not even when you've made it to the top

You're a workaholic
It's so hyperbolic
'Cause you're so ambitious

You're a finance wizard
A Stock Exchange lizard
'Cause you're so ambitious

Always talking deals
Turning cogs and wheels
You're so ambitious

What has happened to the girl I knew?
When you're rich and famous you'll just say we're through

You want a Rolls-Royce motor
And an eighty-foot boat, oh
You're so ambitious

Your satisfaction
Is a new transaction
'Cause you're so ambitious

Your excitation
Is negotiation
'Cause you're so ambitious

You want a house that's Georgian
And ahead you're forgin'
You're so ambitious

Nothing's ever going to make you stop
Not even when you've made it to the top

You've got a pinstriped suit
A polka-dot computer
You're so ambitious

Your calculator
It says "see you later"
Its voice sounds vicious

I know you'll make it
But I just can't take it
You're so ambitious

Nothing's ever going to make you stop
Not even when you've made it to the top



It's the Same

It's the same
An action replay
It's the same
A game that we play
It's the same
the things that we say
All over again

It's the same
It don't get better
It's the same
She tore my letter
It's the same
I must forget her
All over again

I know it could be different
If only we do something
I wish we could do something
I wish it could be different
But

It's the same
the pain, the rages
It's the same
We talk for ages
It's the same
You hung the phone up
It's the same
it's time to own up
All over again

It's the same

I know it could be different
If only we do something
I wish we could do something
I wish it could be different
But

It's the same
A deja-vu thing
It's the same
It's not a new thing
It's the same
A shame you're moving
It's the same
All over again

It's the same
The way your head turns
It's the same
Your cigarette burns
It's the same
The way your lips pursed
It's the same
It all looks rehearsed

I know it could be different
If only we do something
I wish we could do something
I wish it could be different
But

It's the same



Hanging out on the Seafront

Vegas neon skin
Coin arcade
Like Pigalle at night
Esplanade
Could be Amsterdam
Might get laid

Hanging out on the seafront

Play the fruit machines
Get some change
Photos from a booth
Rifle range
People look at me
Like I'm strange

Hanging out on the seafront

All our old horizons
The ocean delivers to the edge of the tide
All a scroll horizons
On a roller-coaster ride

Seagull lizard screech
Turn stone sky
That girl's out of reach
Passed me by
I've been up all night
Wondering how
Clock tower meeting place
One way now

Hanging out on the seafront



Sensitive

Why do you always have to make me explain
Go over everything time, time and again
You go around with your mind in a sling
Even when I tell you it did not mean a thing

Oh baby, you're too sensitive

I said I liked your brand new Edward Mann hat
And you said tell me what did you mean by that?
I said I liked it and you said don't you lie
I said I meant it and you started to cry

Oh baby, you're too sensitive

I have to watch every word that I say
In case you take it all in the wrong way
I'm just a prisoner inside one of your tears
I'm so surrounded by your act and your fears
You say that I'm always putting you down
Why are you laughing now and why did you frown
You're always looking for a hidden sign
That means I don't love you and you're no longer mine

Oh baby, you're too sensitive

And when I'm reading you say why don't you speak to me
I try to tell you, I'm feeling too weak, and then
And then you say you might as well not be here
I say I love you, you say you're not sincere
I tell you baby you're just a hopeless case
You look for lies, you look for signs in my face

Oh baby, you're too sensitive



Evil Rock

Hey Ma, take a look at your boy
Up on the stage with his latest toy
His hair to his shoulders, growing it down to his knees
He looks like he's suffering from a social disease

Rock'n'roll music has taken his soul
Possesses his mind, your baby it stole
Rock'n'roll music, is it out of control
It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll

Hey Ma, take a look at your kid
He's summoned a demon straight out of the id
He don't know what he's doin' now, he's blindly inspired
The boss has just told him "I'm afraid son, you're fired"

Rock'n'roll music has taken his soul
Possesses his mind, your baby it stole
Rock'n'roll music, is it out of control
It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll

(All right, Nik, let's rock)

Your daughters have dropped out of panties and bras
They walk around naked at music bazaars
They lie down with long-hairs, they make love to guitars
They ride round in vans, not in limousine cars

Rock'n'roll music has taken their souls
Possesses their minds, your babies it stole
Rock road to ruin it's full of great holes
It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll

Rock'n'roll music killed all your best sons
Dying for the sins that you never done
Their songs pressed in plastic and they're dressed as tin cans
They just didn't ask it, they never made plans

Rock'n'roll music has taken their souls
Possesses their minds, your babies it stole
Rock 'roll music yeah it's takin' its toll
It's evil music, it's rock'n'roll



We Like to be Frightened

With your complicated apparatus
In your elaborate laboratory
Doctor Frankenstein won't you create us
Something terrifying for us to see

And ooh, we like to be frightened
We like to see something that takes away our breath
And ooh, we like to be frightened
We like to see something that scares us half to death
Ooh-ooh-ooh

With your dangerous dental arrangement
In your creepy old crumbling chateau
Count Dracula showed us what "strange" meant
When you started in talking so slow

And when I take my baby to a movie show
It's got to be a horror flick or she won't go
I just want to tell you that it's out of sight
When it starts getting scary and she's holding me tight

(Hold me tight now!)

With your split-personality potion
That covers all your body with hair
Doctor Jekyll, won't you go through the motions
So Mister Hyde can give us a scare?



Teen Ballad of Deano

He waved a real gun
And he went on the run
He found out how to live
Just like a fugitive
Life on the run is like
The edge of a razor
Tire tracks printing headlines

It was not a tragedy
Oh no, Deano

He stole a Yamaha
made him an outlaw star
He stole a limousine
Drove through the TV screen
He rode on through the night
Tire tracks printing headlines

He robbed and got away
Until the seventh day
Road block and traffic light
Gave up without a fight
They put the handcuffs on
They shone just for the camera



Flight 105

Wait by the barrier
For flight one-o-five to clear
I followed instructions, kept my cool
I gave it five more than the rule
But they must have hauled you in
For searching and for questioning
Five K's of pure cocaine
Four paper cups were cleared away
Before I made a call to say
It looks like the deal is off
Fade in the tube, we're through
Fingers all stuck with stuff
Pink Danish pastry goo
They'll untape your legs, unwind your waste
No forensic tests, no, just one taste
And oh, oh, oh



The Luminous Green Glow of the Dials of the Dashboard (at Night)

The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure
The flickering needle of time overloading
The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance

The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night

The nebula city's like a video coin-game
On the curved screen of real-time, the lights blink like radar
The radio static white noise fluctuations
The changes of accent as you glide through the stations

The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night

I feel like a pilot in my button-down cockpit
Flying nuclear missions flying over the tarmac

The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night

Spotlit intersection indicate overtaking
Turn down the dip-switch, the world's just a blurred frame
Peripheral detuned forever perspective
Morse code off the white line, the motorway flare path
The service is neon, a juke-box of concrete

The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night



The Greenfly and the Rose

All good things must end
The straightest rose will bend
Its colours droop and wilt
Just like a love affair

The Pink Sensation fades
The Sterling Silver fades
The Virgo and Blue Moon
Soon they're just wrinkled things

The Baccara
The flame red Superstar
Forever yours
A rose called Peace

At night the aphids dream
A micro-locust's dream
They eat the world alive
There's not a morsel left

They eat the jungle leaves
Consume the wheat-field sheaves
The eat the flowers and plants
They eat their stalks as well

As their tiny jaws
Munch on plan and cause
Their complex eyes
Examine the skies

They eat the cumuli
Marshmallow of the sky
They eat away the blue
To get at the Sun and Moon

They swallow all the stars
And both the moons of Mars
They lick the plate of space
And they lick their lips as well

The Baccara
The flame red Superstar
Forever yours
A rose called Peace

The Greenfly and the Rose



Lord of the Hornets

Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree
Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury
And when he whispers commands in his megaphone
They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone

He's lord of the hornets
Lord of the hornets

As a tiger wing drones in a hive of industry
Each has a place and will be what it must be
Queens are machines on a larva production line
Laying antenna-ed troops on the stings in a paper mine

Lord of the hornets
Lord of the hornets

He issues commands in a system of pheromones
Chemical code that makes warriors out of drones
Swarm information on tactics and strategy
A squadron of Stukkas, the fighters Kamikaze



Freq

  Ned Ludd [animated version w. sound / 180 k]


Acid Rain
There`s home computers now
That can keep an eye on you
The Talk with swedish accents
and tell you what to do
an acid rain is falling (2x)
hard

fresh embryos are frozen
and placed in foetus banks
heredity is chosen
by anyone who wanks
an acid rain is falling (2x)
hard

now all the Japanese cars
have turned to rust right through
I am singing in the rain showers
newspapers in my shoes
an acid rain is falling (2x)
hard



All the Machines are quiet

we're walking out
we're downing our tools.
this management
they take us for fools.
all we're asking is
a living wage
a living wage
a living wage
and now
there's nothing i can do
i spend my days in dreams
and join the endless queue,
so far from the machines,
all the machines are quiet.
i could scream
all the machines are quiet.

i'll take the kids
to chessington zoo.
the big gorilla,
he looks just like you.
watch that tiger
pacing in his cage.
i feel his rage.
i feel his rage.
and now
there's nothing
i can do
i spend my days in dreams
and join the endless queue,
so far from the machines,
all the machines are quiet.
i could scream
all the machines are quiet.

the winter's coming
we need new shoes.
i'm selling the car,
i'm paying my dues.
the union bosses
tell us five more weeks - five more weeks -
and now
there's nothing
i can do
i spend my days in dreams
and join the endless queue,
so far from the machines,
all the machines are quiet.
i could scream
all the machines are quiet.



Standing on the Picket Line

there's a convoy coming:
carrying a load of coal.
all we've got is banners,
on a six-foot pole.
i said: slow down brother,
you ain't driving in here.
shove that lever into reverse gear
we're the picket line.

the police are massing,
in their riot gear.
they've got pick-axe handles
and it's very clear,
that they're just strike-breakers
working for the government.
i said: slow down brother,
 you ain't driving in here.
shove that lever into reverse gear
we're the picket line.

it's cold,
it's so fucking cold.
my fingers are purple,
and i'm losing my hold.
it's a shame
such a crying shame.
even if we win this
they'll still red file my name

i'm standing
standing on the
picket line
i'm standing
standing on the
picket line
standing, standing
standing on the
picket line



The Cool Courage of Bomb Squad Officers

late in the night
he woke to a phone call.
they'd found a device
and it was unstable.
they'd thrown a cordon
and evacuated .
the cool courage
of bomb squad
officers

he walked through
the glass doors
dressed in a flak-suit.
the silence
was deafening,
it was so acute.
he unscrewed
the back-plate
revealing the circuit.
the cool courage
of bomb squad
officers

he tried to defuse it,
testing the salt sweat.
the striped resistors;
a nest of insects.
he touched a component;
it started ticking.
the cool courage
of bomb squad officers 

the cool courage
of bomb squad
officers



Work Song

when i'm working
working on
my machine
i think about you
i think about
what you mean
when i'm working
working on
my machine
when i'm working
working on
my machine

from the window
i can see
the canal
the cranes are
like an
x-ray of the
taj mahal
all the barges
painted like
fairground rides
love the city
more than the
countryside

cam-shafts spinning
electrics humming
i know i'm winning
when the clock says
1500 is coming

in the tea-break
i smoke an old
holborn
and then we take
the mick out of
the foreman
in the tea-break
our grandads
fought hard for
a better victory
than the whole
first world war


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