The Awakening-Hawkwind

[00:06.10]I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres [00:10.50]Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream [00:14.29]Into the starkness of the capsule [00:17.58]Where two of our crew still lie suspended cool [00:22.08]In their tombs of sleep. [00:25.87]The nagging choirs of memory [00:27.95]The tubes and wires worming from their flesh [00:31.08]To machinery [00:33.51]I would have to cut [00:36.46]Such midwifery is but one [00:38.23]Function of the leader here [00:40.71]Floating in a sac of fluid dark [00:43.50]A clear century [00:44.56]Of space away from Earth [00:47.47]While one man stirs from the trauma of his birth [00:51.87]Attending to the hypno-tapes [00:54.03]Assuring him that this is reality [00:58.53]However grim [00:59.90]Our journey's end [01:04.22]Landing itself was nothing [01:06.15]We touched upon a shelf of rock [01:08.07]Selected by the automind [01:12.35]And left a galaxy of dreams behind