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  • Hawkwind: Urban Guerilla (1973)

    Posted by Chicago Boyz Archive on January 25th, 2009 (All posts by )

    “Let’s not talk of love and flowers and things that don’t explode.”

    (For Bill Ayers, who switched from “infantile Leftist” to successful practitioner of 5GW.)

    I’m an urban guerrilla
    I make bombs in my cellar
    I’m a derelict dweller
    I’m a potential killer
    I’m a street fighting dancer
    I’m a revolutionary romancer
    My rising sign is Cancer
    I’m a two-tone panther
    So let’s not talk of love and flowers
    And things that don’t explode
    We’ve used up all of our magic powers
    Trying to do it in the road

    I’m a political bandit
    And you don’t understand it
    You took my dream and canned it
    It is not the way I planned it
    I’m society’s destructor
    I’m a petrol bomb constructor
    I’m a cosmic light conductor
    I’m the people’s debt collector
    So watch out Mr. Business Man
    Your empire’s about to blow
    I think you’d better listen, man
    In case you did not know

    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    Alright

    Listen
    You’ve gotta stay cool, now
    You’ve gotta stay cool
    You’ve gotta stay cool
    You’ve gotta stay cool
    You’ve gotta stay cool
    You’ve gotta stay cool, ’cause I think you’re gonna blow it
    You’ve gotta stay cool when you’re walkin’ on the streets now
    You’ve gotta stay cool when you’re lookin’ in the alleyway
    You’ve gotta stay cool when you’re creepin’ in those office blocks
    You’ve gotta stay cool when you’re lurkin’ in the factory
    You’ve gotta stay cool, got a machine gun in my hand
    You’ve gotta stay cool I wanna blow up all the …
    You’ve gotta stay cool, got a hand grenade
    You’ve gotta stay cool …
    You’ve gotta stay cool, I’m a potential bomb constructor man
    You’ve gotta stay cool, I’m an urban guerrilla, man
    You’ve gotta stay cool, lurkin’ in the factory
    You’ve gotta stay cool when you’re creepin’ in those office blocks
    You’ve gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
    You’ve gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
    You’ve gotta stay cool, got to, got to, got to stay
    You’ve gotta stay cool, you’ve got to stay cool now
    You’ve gotta stay cool, you’ve got to stay cool now

    I’m an urban guerrilla
    I make bombs in my cellar
    I’m a derelict dweller
    I’m a potential killer
    I’m a street fighting dancer
    I’m a revolutionary romancer
    My rising sign is Cancer
    I’m a two-tone panther

    So watch out Mr. Business Man
    Your empire’s about to blow
    I think you’d better listen, man
    In case you did not know

    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla
    I’m an urban, an urban guerrilla

     

    3 Responses to “Hawkwind: Urban Guerilla (1973)”

    1. Anonymous Says:

      For mindless leftism I always preferred Bob Dylan’s Masters of War or Ballad of the Thin Man. And for missing the point completely I’d suggest Volunteers by Jefferson Airplane but in any case never play Oingo Boingo’s Capitalism in polite company.

    2. Pat Patterson Says:

      I’m anonymous but I did identify myself and it disappeared!

    3. Lexington Green Says:

      “…mindless leftism …”

      Your results may differ, but I think Hawkwind were mocking or at least retaining ironic distance from the would-be urban guerillas. That is why the song works.

      “Volunteers” is a great song, and like many from that era, deep down, very stoopid.

      Dylan was always Dylan-being-Dylan first, and only a distant second “about” anything. As Dylan put it “if I wasn’t Bob Dylan, I’d probably think Bob Dylan had a lot of answers.”