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Monday, 12/23/2024 10:35:18 PM

Monday, December 23, 2024 10:35:18 PM

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I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too
And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my
Return 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
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 the age
I am a clone, I am not alone
Every fiber 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
Word for word it says
"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a
Battery hen"



Spirit of the Age is a 1977 space rock song by Hawkwind. It was originally recorded and issued on the album Quark, Strangeness and Charm. The lyrics of the song are composed of two of Robert Calvert's science fiction poems, the first verse being "The Starfarer's Despatch", which he had recited at shows whilst being the resident poet in the band in 1971, and the second being "The Clone's Poem." Throughout the song is a rhythmic electronic pulse. This repeated sound is the Morse Code for SOS.

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