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The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine
Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come in. Here ? drink this.
Artilleryman: Thank you.
Journalist: What?s happened?
Artilleryman: Th...
Take a look around you at the world we've come to know,
Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show?
But maybe from the madness something beautiful will grow,
In 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,
All over again.
Dialogue
Now our domination of the Earth is fading fast,
And out of the ...
Dead London
Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed ? but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.
Ulla
I stopped, staring toward to sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had...
The Eve Of The War
Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and ye...
Journalist: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds...
JOURNALIST: Next morning, a crowd gathered on the Common,
hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected
when, suddenly, the lid fell off
Two luminous disc-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge, rounded bulk, larger than
a bear, rose up slowly, glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slavered
- and snake-like tentacles writhed as the cl...
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.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread,
When the demons arrive,
Those alive would be better off dead
Female
There must be something worth living for,
There must be something worth trying for,
Even some things worth dying for,
And if one man can stand t...
Scattered out along the bay,
and I thought I heard her calling,
As the steamer pulled away,
The invaders must have seen them,
As across the coast they filed,
Standin' firm between them,
There lay Thunder Child
Moving swiftly through the waters,
Cannons blazing as she came,
Sent a mighty metal warlord,
CRASHING down in sheets of flame,
Sensing victory was nearing,
Thinking fortune must have sm...
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 Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds |
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine
Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come in. Here ? drink this.
Artilleryman: Thank you.
Journalist: What?s happened?
Artilleryman: Th...
Take a look around you at the world we've come to know,
Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show?
But maybe from the madness something beautiful will grow,
In 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,
All over again.
Dialogue
Now our domination of the Earth is fading fast,
And out of the ...
Dead London
Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed ? but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.
Ulla
I stopped, staring toward to sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had...
The Eve Of The War
Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and ye...
Journalist: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds...
JOURNALIST: Next morning, a crowd gathered on the Common,
hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected
when, suddenly, the lid fell off
Two luminous disc-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge, rounded bulk, larger than
a bear, rose up slowly, glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slavered
- and snake-like tentacles writhed as the cl...
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.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread,
When the demons arrive,
Those alive would be better off dead
Female
There must be something worth living for,
There must be something worth trying for,
Even some things worth dying for,
And if one man can stand t...
Scattered out along the bay,
and I thought I heard her calling,
As the steamer pulled away,
The invaders must have seen them,
As across the coast they filed,
Standin' firm between them,
There lay Thunder Child
Moving swiftly through the waters,
Cannons blazing as she came,
Sent a mighty metal warlord,
CRASHING down in sheets of flame,
Sensing victory was nearing,
Thinking fortune must have sm...
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