Lyrics Steppenwolf - Hawkwind

Steppenwolf

You can see my eyes are lupine
The liquid golden fires glare
My loping walk, my sliking spine
Are signs that there is something there
The way my nostrils flare for odours
The way my ears pick up for sound
My hairs electrically aware
Tells me things for miles around
I am a wolf man, I am a wolf man
I have half a canine mind
I have half the mind of man
I am neither of one kind
Maybe it was only hallucination
I’m a stranger to such things
I have made a thorough investigation
The image and the power that clings
To my imagination
My brian has found the bells it rings
Like a wolf my wilful loafing
Languishing alone in my lair
Where you will never hear my laughing
I’m half in love with dark and despair
Moons are howling, mouth of mercury
Quicksilver quivering in the sky
It echoes like a cave of chromium
To vacuum up my soul when I die
I am a wolf man, I am a wolf man
I am neither of one kind
Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation
The forest has been felled by fog
Exactly a description of my isolation
I made a note of it in my log
To the secret of all creation
I follow my own trail like a dog
I am a wolf man walks alone in the gas lamp
Shadows of the streets at night
I am a wolf man upright on two feet in the
City dressed somberly as a man
I am a wolf man under the skies heavy with snow
My eyes are convex lenses of ebony embedded
In amber
The fat bourgeois and his dopple ganger
Are buried in my solid glare
Twin specimens of insect all set for display
I am a wolf man, the wolf in me would eat the man
I am a wolf man, the man in me would kill the wolf
I am a wolf man, who despises the striving of all
Common men
Watches them at work, at their daily task
In factories and office desk
Watches them at evening elbow lift at tavern table,
Heads lolling in song
Isch weis nischt weis ischa (Zargonzoi)
I saw a neon sign reflected in a pool of liquid sky
Which was not what I expected I was only walking by
The sign read «to the magic theatre»
It is not for everyone
It is but for madmen only the first performance has begun
I looked up to see that notice where the lights were
Shining from
And nothing but blank wall was there
And their reflection too was gone
Maybe it was only an hallucination
I’m no stranger to such things
I’ve made a thorough investigation
The image and the power that clings
To my imagination
My brain has found the bell it rings