Letra War Of The Worlds Part 2 de Jeff Wayne

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Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet, for the vegetation that gives Mars its red appearance had taken root on earth. As man had succumbed to the Martians, so our land now succumbed to the red weed.
Wherever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew with frightening voraciousness, its claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water. And then it began to creep like a slimy red animal across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow with living scarlet feelers, crawling, crawling.

I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and decided to bury him decently.

Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!

Journalist: The Parson\'s eyes flickered open. He was alive!

Beth: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst into flame! Are you all right?

Parson: Don\'t touch me!

Beth: But it\'s me-Beth. Your wife.

Parson: No. You\'re one of them. A devil!

Beth: (to JOURNALIST) He\'s delirious!

Parson: Lies! I saw the devil\'s sign.

Beth: What are you saying?

Parson: The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along-in our hearts and souls-just waiting for a sign from him. And now they\'re destroying our world.

Beth: But they\'re not devils-they\'re Martians.

Journalist: We must leave here.

Beth: Look! A house still standing! Come, Nathaniel, quickly!

Journalist: We took shelter in a cottage and Black Smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a Fighting Machine came across the fields, spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.

Martians: Ulla!

Beth: Dear God-help us!

Listen, do you hear them drawing near
In their search for the sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear
And the evil within us?
In carnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive those alive will be better off dead

There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

Once, there was a time when I believed
Without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
In the name of salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight?
And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might?

There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man could stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

Beth: People loved you, and trusted you, came to you for help...
Nathaniel: Didn't I warn them this would happen? Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests... I said exorcise the devil! But no, they wouldn't listen, the demons inside them grew and grew, until Satan gave his signal and destroyed the world we knew!

No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know
(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost

Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command
Of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter were led
When the demons arrive the survivors will envy the dead!

There must be something worth living for

Nathaniel: No, there is nothing!

There must be something worth trying for

Nathaniel: I don't believe it's so!

Even something worth dying for
If just one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all,
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

Nathaniel: Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone! Didn't I warn them? Pray, I said! Destroy the devil, I said! They wouldn't listen! I could have saved the world! But now it's too late... too late!

No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know
(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost...

Nathaniel: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house, and we are underneath it, in the pit!

The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws, but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed them into a great metal basket upon its back.
Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins.

Nathaniel: Aaah! It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out, and I have been chosen to do it! I must confront them now!

Journalist: No, parson, no!

Nathaniel: Those machines are just demons in another form. I shall destroy them with my prayers, I shall burn them with my holy cross. I shall...

The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit, and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw touching things, walls, coal, wood. And then, it touched my boot. I almost shouted. For a time it was still, and then, with a click, it gripped something: the parson! With slow, deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

I crept to the bloked window slit and peered through the creeper
The Martians and all there machines where gone
Trembling I dug my way out
And clambered to the top of the mound
Not a Martian inside
The day seemed dazzeling bright after my imprisonment
and the sky a glowing blue
Red weed covered every scrap of ground
but a gentle breeze kept it swaying
And oh the sweetness of the air

Again I was on my way to London
trough tows and villages
that where blackened ruins
totaly silence , desolate , deserted
Man's impire had passed away
Taken swiftly and without error
by these creatures who where composed entirely of brain
Unhampered by the complex systhems witch make up men
They made and used different bodies according their needs
They never tired they never slept and never suffered
having long since eliminated from there planet the bacteria
witch caused all fevers and other morbidities

Halt who goes there ?

Er - A friend

Be on your way
This is my territory

Your territory ?
What do you mean ?

Wait a minute it's you , the man from Maybury hill

Good heavens the artilleryman
I thought you surely burned

I thought you surely drowned

Have you seen any Martians ?

Everywhere we're don for all right

We can't just give up

Course we can't
It's now that we've got to start fighting
But not against them 'cos we can't win
Now we've got to fight for suvival
And I reckon we can make it
I've got a plan

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 ?
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


# 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


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

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

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

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

# 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 .....


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


I stopt , staring towards the sound
It seemed as if thatmighty desert of houses had found a voice
for his fear and solitude


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


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


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
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 ?


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.......
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