Jeff Wayne

Jeff Wayne - War Of The Worlds (Part 4 / Final) songtekst

Je score:

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 !!
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