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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (1978)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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from Jeff Wayne - Highlights From War Of The Worlds (1993)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
There were ships of shapes and sizes
Scatter 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 Standing firm between them There lay Thunder Child Moving swiftly through the waters Cannons blazing as she came Brought a might metal war-lord Crashing down in sheets of flame Sensing victory was nearing Thinking fortune must have smiled People started cheering "Come on Thunder Child" "Come on Thunder Child" The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, Cutting down one of the tripod figures Instantly, the others raised their Heat Rays And melted the Thunder Child's valiant heart Lashing ropes and smashing timbers Flashing Heat Rays pierced the deck Dashing hopes for our deliverance As we watched the sinking wreck With the smoke of battle clearing Over graves in waves defiled Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! Slowly disappearing Farewell Thunder Child! [Repeat x 2] When the smoke had cleared, the little steamer had reached the misty horizon, And Carrie was safe But the Thunder Child had vanished forever, Taking with her man's last hope of victory The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder, And no one and nothing was left now to fight them The Earth belong to the Martians. Ulla! |
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Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (1978)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Highlights From War Of The Worlds (1993)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from War of The Worlds (1995)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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Journalist: 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 I 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 in to 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly. Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust. Martians: Ulla! Beth: Dear God - help us! Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! Parson: 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! Beth: 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 would be hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man Parson: 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? Beth: 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 would be some hope for us all Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 Nathaniel, no There must be more to life There has to be a way We can restore to life The light that we have lost Parson: 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 we're led When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead! Beth: There must be something worth living for. Parson: No, there is nothing! Beth: There must be something worth trying for. Parson: I don't believe it's so. Beth: Even some things worth dying for, And if one man could stand tall, There would be hope for us all, Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man. Parson: 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! Beth: 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 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 Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit! Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back. Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own? There is a curse on Mankind, We may as well be resigned, To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man. Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him. |
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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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne [ost] (1995)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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from Jeff Wayne - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds (2005)
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 yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile starting on its way. And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars, bright green, drawing a green mist behind it, a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy the astronomer assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote forbidding planet. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot.... And with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" "Yes the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one" he said "The chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one, but still they come!" Journalist: It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. |
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