Night of the Hawk

[Michael Blackman]

'ere ya go mon!
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In all official circles
Across this big wide world
Between the radio stations
A coded message heard
No one knew the meaning
All our efforts seem to fail
But if they catch you listening
Then they'll lock you up in jail

So we found ourselves a place we did not know
Tension in the air and a strange earthly glow Then amidst the noise of a
thousand people's talk There came a cry "It's The Night of The Hawk!"

The wind was raging, and the stars were black We all knew there was no
turning back
The gates of Hell stared in our face
Nowhere to hide in this wasted space
Night of The Hawk, Night of The Hawk
Night of The Hawk, Night of The Hawk

The curious folk who chanced to stray
Across this downland way
Heard the music blast apart
The games that politicians start
On English land the people dance
Like moths caught in a lamp
Where tribes of wanton peacocks strut
All waiting to encamp

So we found ourselves a place we did not know Tension in the air and a
strange earthly glow Then amidst the noise of a thousand people's talk There
came a cry "It's The Night of The Hawk!


----- Original Message -----
From: Richard Lockwood <rich at BEERPOWEREDNOISEFRENZY.CO.UK>
To: <BOC-L at LISTSERV.SPC.EDU>
Sent: Saturday, November 30, 2002 11:26 AM
Subject: Night of the Hawk


> In all official circles...
>
> Since hawkwind.com has fallen over on me again (from here anyway), can
> anyone furnish me with the correct lyrics to Night of the Hawk(s).
>
> I used to sing it with Tangled Skein in Newcastle, and always ended up
> singing the Not The Nine O'Clock News trucking song half way through..
>
> "With glasses and with gratitude he revs his little load,
> And meets another trucking truck a-trucking down the road"
>
> Still, I don't think any of the punters at the Cumberland Arms, Byker ever
> noticed...
>
> Chers,
>
> Rich.
>