Night of the Hawk

[Richard Lockwood]

Cheers Mate!

It;s that second verse that I always  fall down on!

:-)

Cheers,

Rich.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Michael Blackman" <michael_1968 at OZEMAIL.COM.AU>
To: <BOC-L at LISTSERV.SPC.EDU>
Sent: Saturday, November 30, 2002 2:07 AM
Subject: Re: Night of the Hawk


> 'ere ya go mon!
> ---------------------------
>
> 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.
> >
>