Hawkwind - First Landing On Medusa lyrics

I would rather the firestorms of atmospheres
Than this cruel decent from a
Hundred years of dreaming
"In the starkness of the capsule"
Two of our crew still lay suspended
Cool in their tombs of sleep
The nagging choirs of memory
The lengths of tube and wires

Deep worming from their flesh to machinery
I have to contend
Such midwifery is just one function
Of the leader here
Floating in a sack of fluid dark
In a clear sector of space
One man stirred from the trauma of his birth
Attentive to the tapes assuring him
This was reality however grim
Our journeys end

The landing it'self was easy
We touched upon a shelf of rock
Selected by the auto pilot
And left a galaxy of dreams behind