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Spirit of the Age (Live Recording September-October 1977) - Hawkwind
I wanna watch you to have been deep frozen too
And waiting still
As fresh in your flesh for myreturn to earth
But your father
Refused to sign the forms to freeze you
Let's see you'd be about 60 now and long dead
By the time I return to earth
My time held dreams were full of you as you were
When I left still underage
Your android replica is playing up again
Oh it's no joke
When she comes she moans another's name
But that's the spirit of the age
That's the spirit of tha age
I am a clone I am not alone
Every fibre of my flesh and bone
Is identical to the others
Everything I say is in the same tone
As my test tube brother's voice
And there's no choice between us
If you had ever seen us
You'd rejoice in your uniqueness
And consider every weakness something special of your own
Being a clone I have no flaws to identify
Even this doggerel that pours from my pen
Has just been written by another twenty telepathic men
Oh Word for word it says
Oh for the wings of any bird other than abattery hen
That's the spirit of tha age
