Cymbaline
Hawkwind Lyrics


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The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time, Cymbaline
High time, Cymbaline
Please wake me
Butterfly with broken wings has falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in there's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
And it's high time, Cymbaline
High time, Cymbaline
Please wake me

The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing sides
And it's high time, Cymbaline
High time, Cymbaline
Please wake me

And it's high time, Cymbaline




It's high time, Cymbaline
Please wake me

Overall Meaning

In the song Cymbaline by Hawkwind, we witness the story of a person traversing a narrow path which is high off the ground alongside the ravens who are watching their every move. The person is apprehensive and uncertain about their ability to finish the journey due to the dangerous nature of the path. The individual also feels that they are being watched and stalked by the ravens who seem to be closing in on them. The lyrics "Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final couplet rhyme" reflect the person's fear of uncertainty and the potential of things not going according to plan. They are unsure of how their journey will end and whether they will be able to succeed. In the end, the person requests to be woken up, indicating a desire to escape from the fear and uncertainty present in the situation.


The lyrics also mention a butterfly with broken wings that has fallen by the person's side, reflecting the presence of failure and defeat. The person's manager and agent are busy trying to capitalize on the situation by selling pictures to magazines, emphasizing the capitalistic nature of the music industry. The individual then becomes aware of something ominous approaching them and becomes fearful, questioning the reliability of their surroundings. The lyrics mention Doctor Strange, a fictional Marvel character known for his ability to manipulate reality, further shrouding the situation in confusion and uncertainty.


Line by Line Meaning

The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
You are in a dangerous position and could fall a great distance.


The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
The danger is being observed by ominous witnesses.


Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
You are feeling increasingly fearful.


Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final couplet rhyme
You are unsure if you will succeed in your goal.


And it's high time, Cymbaline
It is urgent that you take action, Cymbaline.


High time, Cymbaline
You must act quickly, Cymbaline.


Please wake me
I am hoping that this is just a bad dream.


Butterfly with broken wings has falling by your side
Someone or something close to you has suffered a serious setback.


The ravens all are closing in there's nowhere you can hide
The danger is getting closer and more severe.


Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Those who should be helping you are too preoccupied with their own interests.


Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
They are exploiting your situation for their own gain.


The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
Your surroundings are distorted and confusing.


The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
The danger is imminent and closing in fast.


Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
You realize the full extent of the danger and that there is no escaping it.


And Doctor Strange is always changing sides
Even those you thought you could trust may turn against you.


It's high time, Cymbaline
The situation is critical, Cymbaline.


Please wake me
I am hoping that this is just a bad dream.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DAVE BROCK, NICK TURNER

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