That bass section is honkin'. For some reason, the part where the pyschedelic breakdown ends and it's just the bass, I get teary eyed. It just sounds so triumphant.
In 1972 I took my new and very beautiful 16 year old girlfriend to a Hawkwind gig in Brighton. She turned up in a perfect clean light blue dress, looking like a blonde angel. The gig was full of long haired tripping scruffy hippies, choking joss stick and hash smoke. There was a naked woman throwing herself around on stage and this earsplitting noise, well you couldnt call it music. She made me leave after 15 minutes and take her home. Never saw her again but I have seen Hawkwind many times since.
Can still remember the night at a mates place when we all went out looking for gold top mushrooms on a full moon,. We found them and then went back to their place and listened to Hawkwind. It was one of those nights that became part of who you are.
Was listening to a public radio station in Houston TX one day in the early 70s. I am as 14 or 15. On that they played this and a Genesis song called Attack of the Giant Hogweed. Had never heard of either band before. Bought both albums, which I still have. What a great day.
This track reminds me of Black Sabbath. I mean, in theory they're very different bands, but there's something about the recording process, riffs and lyrics on this song which has the same feel as Sabbath.
MEMORIZE THESE LYRICS - THEY MIGHT SAVE YOUR LIFE ONE DAY!
I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
I'm the creator of this universe
And all that is was ment to be
So that we might learn to see
The foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
If you call this living I must be blind
I am the centre of this universe
The wind of time is blowing through me
And it's all moving relative to me
It's all a figment of my mind
In a world that I've designed
I'm charged with cosmic energy
Has the world gone mad or is it me?
I am the creator of this universe
And all that it was meant to be
So that we might learn to see
The foolishness that lives in us
And stupidity that we must suss
How to banish from our minds
And if you call this living I must be blind