War Of The Worlds (Part 4 / Final)
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 !!