Part IV
LYRICS
Calvert wrote for
his numerous solo albums and other performances
- from 1984 onwards - in chronological order.
If you want to read
the lyrics of Calvert's (and Hawkwind's) former records
and performances
- click yourself back in time to:
Part I -- 1970 to 1975 (plus misc. Hawkwind lyrics)
Part II -- 1976 to 1979
Part III -- 1980 to 1984 (and misc.)
from
In
Vitro Breed & Test Tube Coceived
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flash-animation w. sound-files [230k - but it's
worth waiting....] -
from
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Vitro Breed / Test Tube Conceived - flash-animation w. sound-files [230k - but it's worth waiting....] Was a rah rah man always used to stand in the shadows and he had those eyes of all our clan. And as he fades from the memory's random parades - we pretend we were not afraid. He came in the night: face a deathly white. Over my cot all his breath hot blotting out the light. And when I yelled for my parents they always held to the pretence they weren't afraid. He came through the wall nothing there at all. Rah rah man is so uncanny can he ever fall? And as he fades from the memory's random parades - we pretend we were not afraid. I saw a picture moving all by itself and then an ornament jumped right off the shelf, by telekinesis. Telekinesis. It's like living with a poltergeist. Ignore it and don't look twice. It's like living with a poltergeist - perpetual motion. There goes another table floating in space. There goes another statue flat on its face, by telekinesis. Telekinesis. When I'm trying to thought-control the gate I have to dodge a flying dinner plate. This whole place is getting in a state - perpetual motion. They talk in stereo with heavy FX. They talk about religion, politics, death and sex. There's one on the right side and there's two on the left. They tell me things. They tell me things. I know they're real. Went to a medium she said I was possessed, I went to a doctor. He just gave me some tests. Showed me an ink-blot looked just like a hornets' nest. They tell me things. They tell me things. I know they're real. They're pirates of the brain waves talking twenty four hours. I owe them the secret of my special powers. They come from somewhere out in the Void. They tell me things. They tell me things. I know they're real. This time I showed 'em I plugged into my modem I went on line. Stole all their data think I'll save it for later when I'm on line. An electronic hit man I'm a million bit man when I'm on line. I'm a computer hacker with a screen full of smackers when I'm on line. Me and my micro it goes everywhere I go when I'm on line. I use high level language and I just grab a sandwich when I'm on line. I'm a digital outlaw with a Space Invader high score when I'm on line. I'm a raider of the cables and it's me who turns the tables when I'm on line. on line now… FX: a knock at the door HACKER: Who's that? VOICE: Fünf. I'd like a word with you. HACKER: Enter. All you big corporations I tap your operations when I'm on line. I just key in the password and it's me who gets the last word when I'm on line. I'm a silicon jackdaw I just sneak in the back door when I'm on line. I got a mess of information it's a real education to be on line. When I'm on line. When I'm on line. See that monkey - fear in his eyes - they're feeding him to an enormous size, they're testing his digesting in laboratories. They cut him open, they look inside They send him on a centrifugic ride: distress is progress in laboratories. Save them, save them from the scientists. Save them, save them from the scientists. See that spaniel, he's no-one's pet - if you listen you can hear him fret: injected, vivisected in laboratories. Save them, save them from the scientists. Save them, save them from the scientists. It's all for lipstick and facial creams all the misery and all the screams: pain and stress is progress in laboratories. It's all for research into disease so men live longer they burn and freeze. Injected, vivisected in laboratories. Save them, save them from the scientists. Save them, save them from the scientists. Save them. Save them. Like a fly on the wall clocking all that you're saying there's a bug in the hall so there's no use in praying. They've invaded your home. They've invaded your privacy. You thought you were alone but there's always the microphone listening in - before you begin it's all on file. While you wait in the queue hanging round in the foyer there's a lens fixed on you (no it's not paranoia.) It's a steel toothed comb like the ones used for head-lice tests. You can tell by the tone: hollow echoing on the phone. It's all on tape - your voice-print's wave shape. It's stored on file. There's a sign on the door: The Department of Secrets - And in there there's yours, all your hopes and your regrets. They've invaded your home. They've invaded your privacy. You thought you were alone but there's always the microphone listening in - before you begin it's all on file. Your flaxen hair's a waterfall a Niagara where echoes call, your moonstone eyes are twice the size of human kind. A hologram could not compare with anything that's really there in four dimensions all inventions of the mind. Thanks to the scientists that such a thing as you exists Thanks to the scientists, the scientists who made you. You're always there right by my side my biotronologic bride we're interfaced the past's erased the future's now. We watch the screen and share its glow where all you see is all you know 'cause I won't take you out and break you in the crowd. Thanks to the scientists that such a thing as you exists Thanks to the scientists, the scientists who made you. |
SOWETO
The walls are made of dust And the roofs are made of tin The rain turns them to rust And lets the sun shine in Here comes an armoured car And a truck-load of police They're taking things too far If they want to keep the peace Singing 'bout Soweto It's just a shanty town But always in the news Could bring the system down And light the final fuse It's like a lion's roar You hear it miles away And you know what it is for And you hear what it says Singing 'bout Soweto If you want a holiday Lying in the sun If you want to get away When your work is done There's dancing in the street And music in the air If you can stand the heat Then take your family there Singing 'bout Soweto He got a permit for the town And left his folks behind He told them he was going down Down a diamond mine He's just another Zulu boy Escaping from his tribe But there's no sun and there's no joy Down a diamond mine His mother told him Not to go down the diamond mine Don't talk back If your skin is black 'Cause your life is on the line You'll never own A precious stone Working down a diamond mine It's dark and damp and there's no air The foreman is a swine Dust in your lungs, dust everywhere Down the diamond mine They're cutting rocks and hacking stone Looking for a sign Work your fingers to the bone Down the diamond mine Don't talk back If your skin is black 'Cause your job is on the line You'll never own A precious stone Working down a diamond mine Those ladies in their theatre blocks In their vermin wraps Never know what life it saps Drilling holes in rocks A diamond is a girl's best friend Inflation doesn't touch But their lungs will give and backs will bend Never worth that much Don't talk back If your skin is black 'Cause your life is on the line You'll never own A precious stone Working down a diamond mine In the picture - on the big screen buried message - urging you to make up your mind all the faces - in the darkness staring eyes are / hypnotised and easy to wind it`s a politicians dream and some new technicians scheme hidden persuasion sub-lim-inal auto suggestion how can you tell On the TV - in a close-up quickly flashed up - a split second and then it`s gone ask the question - do they do it would they dare to is it only - imagination The Thing from the Black Lagoon will swim to the surface soon They tell you it`s not allowed but they`ve got some good ways now. In a house-boat on the Nile secret papers from a file of allied headquarters with details of strategic plans she was a dancer, exoctic with osterich fans On Radio Egypt she broadcast messaged dressed up in code on Radio Egypt - Radio Egypt She was shadowed by M.I.5 from her nicht club a shady dive throughout the streets of the night where the hookers parade she gave them the slip like you just turn a corner and fade She was a dancer, exotic with osterich fans the pyramids, palm-trees the hyroglyphics of the sands The cafe was densely crowded the juke box was drowned the music was information encoded in sound we tuned in and then we faded like when you score The looking glass war it`s all shadows and vague phantoms the looking glass war innuendos and suggestions we've seen through it all the distortions the contortions We're subterraneans and we don't dance we're subterraneans we don't dance The night club was so unreal the lights and the noise it`s hard to stay in your cover as one of the boys when all you can do is just to watch for the door the looking glass war it's all secrets and concealment the looking glass war disguised voices all clandestine we've seen through it all the joke cloaks and the flash daggers we're subterraneans and we don't dance we're subterrraneans we don't dance You know you're going to fast You're in time I saw you doing yet another line You never used to act like this before The way you're doing now You're heading for a fall Sometimes I wish we could re-wind (4x) I know that there's no way Of turning back the clock But all the papers say We're heading for a future shock Well I don't mean that we should we dwell in the past But it's a pity that the moment doesn't last What's the matter with 1965? We could all go back there if we're still alive Sometimes I wish we could re-wind (4x) I know that there's no way Of turning back the clock But all the papers say We're heading for a future shock The best times I've had are all yet to come I'm going to hang around and get me some They can drop the bomb I don't really care As long as I'm around I'm gonna get my share Sometimes I wish we could re-wind (4x) I know that there's no way Of turning back the clock But all the papers say We're heading for a future shock Sometimes I wish we could re-wind Starfish, scalloped in the tropic sun Bikinis, two dots and a dash The downy blond hairs of your elder spine Cameras descend you when they flash I go over the Moon I go over the Moon When I'm under the Sun When I'm under the Sun Dolphins leaping in a swimming pool Sufing on a lie low bed Plankton images before your eyes Drifting like stars in your head I go over the Moon I go over the Moon When I'm under the Sun When I'm under the Sun Over the Moon Over the Moon When I'm under the Sun Under the Sun Ultra violet and indigo My shadow just got up and walked away Roman candle up in the sky White horses charging in the spray I go over the Moon Over the Moon When I'm under the Sun Under the Sun Over the Moon Over the Moon When I'm under the Sun Under the Sun Asleep by the fire side coiled on the mat Who would believe they would turn The innocent cat See how their eyes Are all aglow in the dark Feels like a carpet Shiny teeth like a shark I went to stroke its fur, stretched out my hand I wanted to hear its purr It showed me its fangs See how their eyes Are all aglow in the dark Feels like a carpet Shiny teeth like a shark Now they all roam in packs hunting at night Man eating alley cats Keep out of sight See how their eyes Are all aglow in the dark Feels like a carpet Shiny teeth like a shark Cats, cats, cats..... In the waiting room All the walls are white Where I sit and smoke While they operate Read - read -- Read read - Read the magazines Tell their country life I won't think of you All anaesthetized The walls are closing in White as surgeon's gowns Will they leave a scar In your perfect skin See your purple lid And your ashen face Under all the lights The white bandage masks
Make the circuit every single day you work and work it if you've got to get away is it safe - is it safe Marathon Man Heeby Jeeby creepy creepy creepo go go go go and get your zip gun Neo Nazis Nazis in the trash truck is it safe - is it safe Marathon Man Doctor Doctor there's blood-stains on your white coat pretty instruments shining just like diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds are a dentist's best friend is it safe - is it safe Marathon Man run run run run run run etc. |
Big Wheel
We turn and turn again We're getting happy And or so we feel It might turn out all right If we just hold on tight Yes, that's the deal Our stars we're turning Eternally burning Like white heated steel Our winning number is Somewhere still spinning And we're on the big wheel Our fortune, our fate Will never navigate On an even keel Lost in a whirlpool And I'd be a damn fool To sever the seal Out of the fairground Not our ground, it's their ground Oh so unreal Let us not forget This is Russian roulette And we're on the big wheel Every revolution Only takes us round and round again Every revolution Every revolution Some shady croupier With his green perspex stare Must spin the big wheel White knuckles, fists clenched Our faces G-force wrenched Upon the big wheel Our fortune, our fate Will come round soon or late On the big wheel We turn and turn again We're getting happy And on the big wheel You don't have to be red To be on the war-path Be a medicine head Be an urban Indian It's all one hunting ground All these plains of concrete All these canyons of sound I'm the urban Indian All you midnight cowboys In your Ford Thunderbirds They're just buffalo herds I'm the urban Indian Yes, you've got to be brave If you want to be free Reservations won't save The urban Indian I know how to survive On the precinct prairie Live outside of the tribe I'm an urban Indian The Great Spirit Of the cities Is on my side now See that rain cloud Hear that thunder Roll Yippee-i-o! When I'm loose on the street The illusions all fade When I think on my feet I'm an urban Indian Like a wolf on the run I'm a true renegade I can look at the Sun I'm an urban Indian All this technology All your push-button dreams It's not affecting me I'm an urban Indian And it's one hunting ground All these plains of concrete All these canyons of sound I'm the urban Indian You don't have to be red To be on the war-path Be a medicine head Be an urban Indian Me and my rod and my line We know how to have a good time You say that you think it's a bore To stand like a rock on the shore But when I feel something bite on my hook And I know that my bait has been took And when I strike and I wind up my reel Only God knows the way that I feel That's when I get an adrenalin rush I love that leather-on-willow sound The smell of the freshly-mown ground You say that you think it's no fun To stand like a rock in the sun Me, with my big cricket bat My whites and my cloth-covered hat You say it's so dull you could scream To stand like a rock on the green But when that ball comes like it's fired from a gun And when I hit out and when I start to run And when I hear all those voices start to roar 'Cause I've just added a new number to the score That's when I get an adrenalin rush You, you're always rushing around Why don't you try slowing down? That's how people get heart attacks Why don't you try to relax? Did you really believe That I'd never get to know How you cheat and deceive? I sat there in the glow Of the fire that I made From the letters you had sent All those words you said you meant Tongues of flame say you're a liar Visions of fire As your handwriting exploded Like an eaten-wired device Blue and yellow flames it showed it Every move you made, precise And all the heat as clear as ice You were wearing your coat You know, the one by Calvin Klein A black band around your throat With a diamond design And you were standing on a pier With the hand caught in your hair I thought at first you were alone And then I saw his white-wall tire As he drove you to the jetty I watched you lean against his arm I guess he's richer than Paul Getty But baby, he don't have the charm And as the flames grew higher And higher I saw When there's hope there's Visions of fire Where there's love there's Visions of fire Visions of you
Pheromone action Is laying hold of me Fatal attraction Pure chemistry I'm drawn to the flame No hesitating Before I fly Where you are waiting Say my goodbyes Drawn to the flame No use denying It's still the same Out of the frying Pan to the flame Drawn to the flame It doesn't matter Which way I turn Ashes will scatter My soul will burn I'm drawn to the flame I'm beating Against the pain Retreating And back again Like some moth A death's head So dazzled I'm half insane Drawn to the flame Pheromone action Is laying hold of me Fatal attraction Pure chemistry I'm drawn to the flame |
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