Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over the Top, artist - Hawkwind. Album song Independent Days, Vol. 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Anagram
Song language: English
Over the Top |
This is a very heavy microphone stand |
Ah, no queen could brandish this I tell ya that |
It’s a real man’s microphone stand |
Here, Dave, here |
Where’d you get these stands from? |
(Laughs) |
Ah, they’re really heavy |
So are you |
Well, we’re gonna do something really heavy in a minute |
Like, er |
Fall off the stage on top of you |
With about two hundredweight of iron in my hand |
You’re a very tiny person, aren’t you? |
Eh? |
(Laughs) |
You’re all very tiny down there |
Y’know when I’m up here |
I feel so big and mighty |
I fell like I’m the |
Master |
Of the |
Universe |
You made me feel like that |
And now, it’s almost true |
And just wait and see |
What we do with it |
All right, cut the Gypsy music! |
Band of Gypsies! |
(Music changes) |
All in a day’s work |
All in, all in |
All in a day’s work |
All in, all in |
All in a day’s work |
I know |
I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres |
Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream |
Into the starkness of this capsule |
Where two of our crew still lie |
Suspended cool |
In their tombs of sleep |
The nagging choirs of memory |
The tubes and wires worming from their flesh |
To machinery |
I would have to cut |
Such midwifery is but one function |
Of the leader here |
Floating in a sac of fluid |
Dark |
A clear century of space away from Earth |
One man stirs from the trauma of his birth |
Attending to the hypno-tapes |
Assuring him |
This was reality |
However grim |
Oh, our journey’s end |
The landing itself was nothing |
We touched upon a shelf of rock |
Selected by the auto-mind |
And left the galaxy of dreams |
Behind |
And it’s all a fable for fountains now |
It’s all a fable for fountains now! |
It’s all a fable for fountains now! |
And were your childhood dreams |
All a fable? |
For fountains now |
For fountains now |
Now, now |
Now, now, now |
Fountains, fountains |
All going up in fountains, fountains |
All a fable for fountains now |
Go on |
There’s no other |
But just a minute now |
When you gaze into my eyes |
You’re looking at your own reflection |
And all you see is your disguise |
You wear for your own protection |
So don’t go telling me that you know just when to stop! |
When to stop |
You know you go |
Over the top |
Over the top |
It’s over the top |
Hey I’m going, over the top |
Over the top, oh! |
Over the top, all right here it goes… |
In 1916 |
We dug the trenches |
But we don’t need them |
We have our own defences |
We don’t need no officers |
To blow no whistle and scream |
Come on you guys |
Wake up out of your dream |
And follow me |
'cause I’m going |
Over the top |
Over the top |
Follow me |
Over the top |
Here goes now… |
Your country needs you |
Hey Kitchener, don’t you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles? |
Give me white feather! |
Give me white feather! |
Give me white feather! |
Hung up on the wire |
Give me white feather! |
Give me white feather! |
Give me white feather! |
Hung upon the wire |
Hung upon the wire |
Strung on barbed wire |
Huh, strung on barbed wire |
Goodbye genocide… |