Hawkwind (album) - Songs

Songs

All songs on the original release were credited to Dave Brock to the amazement of the others as they had been born from band jams. From the 1996 Remasters onwards the tracks have been credited to the entire band.

The bulk of the album is composed of a freeform instrumental piece that the band named "Sunshine Special" but it was separated into different tracks on this album. On the LP, "Paranoia" ends after the first minute with the music slowing down as though the turntable is stopping, and then picks up as the first cut on Side 2. Lyrics are scant, but those that are present and the song titles are a reference to the drug experience, as the sleeve notes explain:

This is the beginning. By now we will be past this album. We started out trying to freak people (trippers), now we are trying to levitate their minds, in a nice way, without acid, and ultimately a completely audio-visual thing. Using a complex of electronics, lights and environmental experiences.

The two book-end pieces of "Hurry on Sundown" and "Mirror Of Illusion" are more of a nod to Brock's alternative activity of busking and were released as a single in edited form.

Read more about this topic:  Hawkwind (album)

Famous quotes containing the word songs:

    O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
    When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
    And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
    And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
    Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song....
    William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

    Heaven has a Sea of Glass on which angels go sliding every afternoon. There are many golden streets, but the principal thoroughfares are Amen Street and Hallelujah Avenue, which intersect in front of the Throne. These streets play tunes when walked on, and all shoes have songs in them.
    —For the State of Florida, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)

    When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree:
    Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet;
    And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
    Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)