Jeff Wayne
Jeff Wayne - War Of The Worlds (Part 4 / Final) lyrics
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BRAVE NEW WORLD Artilleryman: We're gonna build us a whole new World for ourselves Look they clap eyes us and were dead right ? So we gotta make a new life where they'll never find us You know where ? Underground You should see it down there - hundreds of miles of drains Sweet and clean now after the rain , dark , quiet , safe We can build houses and everything start again from scratch And what's so bad about living underground eh? It's not been so great living up here If you want my opinion #Take a look around you at the World we've used to know Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus show But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow In a brave new world Whit just a hand full of men We'll start - we'll start all over again - all over again all over again - all over again We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks right under there noses right under there feet Everything we need - bank's , prisons and schools... We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff And men like you can teach the kids Not poems and rubbish- science So we can get everything working We build villages and towns and.... and..... We play each other at cricket ! Listen maybe one day we'll capture a fighting machine eh? Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop ! Our turn to do some wiping out ! Whoosh whith our Heat Ray - Whoosh ! And them running and dying , beaten at their own game Man on top again ! # Now are domination of the Earth is fading fast And out of the confusion the chance has come at last To built a better future from the past In a brave new World With just a handful of men We'll start all over again # Look - Man is born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave I cages of convention from cradle to the grave The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved In a brave new World With just a handful of men We'll start al over again # I'm not trying to tell you what to be Oh no , oh no not me But if mankind is to survive The people left alive They're gonna have to build this World anew And it's going to have to start with me and you YES ! # I'm not trying to tell you what to be Oh no , oh no not me But if mankind is to suvive The people left alive They're gonna have to build this World anew Yes and we will have to be the chosen few # Just think of all the poverty the hatred and the lies And imagine the distruction of all that you despise Slowly from the ashes the Phoenix will arise In a brave new World With just a handful of men We'll start all over again # Take a look around you at the World you've lost so well And bid the ageing empire of man a last farewell It may no sound like Heaven but at least it isn't Hell It's a brave new World With just a handful of men We'll start - we'll start all over again All over again - all over again - all over again I'VE GOT A PLAN !! Can't you just see it ? Civilization starting all over again - a second chance We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast Go there for our holidays Nothing can stop men like us I've made a start already. Come on down here and look Journalist: In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long That had taken him a week to dig I could have dug that much in a day , and I suddenly had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and powers Artilleryman: It's doing the workin' and the thinkin' that wears a feller out I'm ready for a bit of rest How about a drink eh ? Nothing but Champagne now I'm the boss Journalist: We drank and then he insisted upon playing cards With our spiecies on the edge of extermination With no prospect but a horrible death We actually played games Later he talked more of his plan But I saw flames flashing in the deep blue night Red weed glowing , tripod figures moving distantly And I put down my Champagne glass I felt a traitor to my kind And I knew I must leave this stange dreamer Artilleryman: # Take a look around you at the World we've come to know Does it seem to be much more than a creazy circus show Maby from the madnes something beautiful wil grow ..... DEAD LONDON Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies on Euson Road Their outlines softened by the black dust All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed But looters had helped themselves to wine and food And outsite a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement Martians: ULLA !! Journalist: I stopt , staring towards the sound It seemed as if thatmighty desert of houses had found a voice for his fear and solitude Martians: ULLA !! Journalist: The desolating cry worked upon my mind The wailling took possesion of me Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead ? Why was I alive ? When London was lying in state in its black shroud I felt intolerably lonely , drifting from street to empty street Dawn inexorably towards that cry Martians: ULLA !! Journalist: I saw , over the trees on Primrose Hill the fighting machine from which the howling came I crossed Regents Canal There stood a second machine , upright but as still as the first Martians: ULLA !! UL-!! Journalist: Abruptly the sound ceased Suddenly ,the desolation ,the solitude became unendurable While that voice sounded ,London had still seemed alive Now suddely , there was a change , the passing of something And all that remained was this gaut quiet I looked up there was a third machine It was erect and motionless ,like the others An insane resolve possesed me I would give my life to the Martians here and now I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitide of black birds was circling and clusterig about the hood I began running along the road I felt no fear ,only a wild trembling exultation As I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster Out of the hood hung red shreds At which the hungry birds now pecked and tore I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill And the Martian's camp was below me A space it was , and scattered about it , in their overturned machines where the Martians DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed] by the humblest things upon the Earth Bacteria Minute , invisible , bacteria ! Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed our microscopic allies attacked them From that moment they where doomed The torment was ended The people scattered over the country desperate ,leaderless ,starved... The thousands who had fled by sea -including the one most dear to me - all would return The pulls of life growing stronger and stronger would beat again As life returns to normal the question of another attack from mars causes universal concern Is our planet safe , or is this time of peace merely a reprieve ? It may be that , across the immensity of space They have learned their lossons and even now await their opportunity Perhaps the future belongs not to us But to the MARTIANS ? EPILOGUE pasadena Control: It's looking good It's going good We're getting great pictures here at NASA Control Passadena The landing-craft touched down on Mars twenty-eight Kilometers from the aim-point We're looking at a remarkable landscape littered with different kind of rocks - red ,purple..... How 'bout that Bermuda ? Bermuda Control: Fantastic ! Look at the dune-field Pasadena Control: Hey wait ! I'm getting a no-go signal Now I losing one of the craft Hey Bermuda you getting it ? Bermuda Control: No , I lost contact There is a lot of dust blowing up there Pasadena Control: Now I've lost the second craft We got problems Bermuda Control: All contact lost , Pasadena Maybe the antenna's..... Pasadena Control: What's that flare ? Seen it ? A green flare , comming from Mars Kind of green mist behind it It's getting closer You seen that Bermuda ? Come in Bermuda ! Houston come in ! What's going on ? Tracking station fourty-three Canberra Come in Canberra ! Tracking station sixty-three Can you hear me Madrid ? Can anybody hear me ? Come in Come in....... THE END !!