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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