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Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet, for the vegetation that gives Mars its red appearance had taken root on earth. As man had succumbed to the Martians, so our land now succumbed to the red weed.<br />Wherever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew with frightening voraciousness, its claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water. And then it began to creep like a slimy red animal across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow with living scarlet feelers, crawling, crawling.<br /><br />I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and decided to bury him decently.<br /><br />Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!<br /><br />Journalist: The Parson\'s eyes flickered open. He was alive!<br /><br />Beth: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst into flame! Are you all right?<br /><br />Parson: Don\'t touch me!<br /><br />Beth: But it\'s me-Beth. Your wife.<br /><br />Parson: No. You\'re one of them. A devil!<br /><br />Beth: (to JOURNALIST) He\'s delirious!<br /><br />Parson: Lies! I saw the devil\'s sign.<br /><br />Beth: What are you saying?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Beth: But they\'re not devils-they\'re Martians.<br /><br />Journalist: We must leave here.<br /><br />Beth: Look! A house still standing! Come, Nathaniel, quickly!<br /><br />Journalist: We took shelter in a cottage and Black Smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a Fighting Machine came across the fields, spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.<br /><br />Martians: Ulla!<br /><br />Beth: Dear God-help us!<br /><br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Listen, do you hear them drawing near<br />In their search for the sinners?<br />Feeding on the power of our fear<br />And the evil within us?<br />In carnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread<br />When the demons arrive those alive will be better off dead<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br />There must be something worth trying for<br />Even something worth dying for<br />And if one man can stand tall<br />There must be hope for us all<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Once, there was a time when I believed<br />Without hesitation<br />That the power of love and truth could conquer all<br />In the name of salvation<br />Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight?<br />And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might?<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br />There must be something worth trying for<br />Even some things worth dying for<br />And if one man could stand tall<br />There must be some hope for us all<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Beth: People loved you, and trusted you, came to you for help...<br />Nathaniel: Didn't I warn them this would happen? Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests... I said exorcise the devil! But no, they wouldn't listen, the demons inside them grew and grew, until Satan gave his signal and destroyed the world we knew!<br /><br />Beth<br />No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,<br />No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the love we used to know<br />(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the light that we have lost<br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Now darkness has descended on our land<br />And all your prayers cannot save us<br />Like fools we've let the devil take command<br />Of the souls that God gave us<br />To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter were led<br />When the demons arrive the survivors will envy the dead!<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br /><br />Nathaniel: No, there is nothing!<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth trying for<br /><br />Nathaniel: I don't believe it's so!<br /><br />Beth<br />Even something worth dying for<br />If just one man could stand tall<br />There would be some hope for us all,<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Nathaniel: Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone! Didn't I warn them? Pray, I said! Destroy the devil, I said! They wouldn't listen! I could have saved the world! But now it's too late... too late!<br /><br />Beth<br />No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,<br />No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the love we used to know<br />(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the light that we have lost...<br /><br />Nathaniel: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house, and we are underneath it, in the pit!<br /><br />The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws, but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed them into a great metal basket upon its back.<br />Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins.<br /><br />Nathaniel: Aaah! It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out, and I have been chosen to do it! I must confront them now!<br /><br />Journalist: No, parson, no!<br /><br />Nathaniel: Those machines are just demons in another form. I shall destroy them with my prayers, I shall burn them with my holy cross. I shall...<br /><br />The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit, and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw touching things, walls, coal, wood. And then, it touched my boot. I almost shouted. For a time it was still, and then, with a click, it gripped something: the parson! With slow, deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.<br /><br /><br />I crept to the bloked window slit and peered through the creeper<br />The Martians and all there machines where gone<br />Trembling I dug my way out<br />And clambered to the top of the mound<br />Not a Martian inside<br />The day seemed dazzeling bright after my imprisonment<br />and the sky a glowing blue<br />Red weed covered every scrap of ground<br />but a gentle breeze kept it swaying<br />And oh the sweetness of the air<br /><br />Again I was on my way to London<br />trough tows and villages<br />that where blackened ruins<br />totaly silence , desolate , deserted<br />Man's impire had passed away<br />Taken swiftly and without error<br />by these creatures who where composed entirely of brain<br />Unhampered by the complex systhems witch make up men<br />They made and used different bodies according their needs<br />They never tired they never slept and never suffered<br />having long since eliminated from there planet the bacteria<br />witch caused all fevers and other morbidities<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Halt who goes there ?<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Er - A friend<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Be on your way<br />This is my territory<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Your territory ?<br />What do you mean ?<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Wait a minute it's you , the man from Maybury hill<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Good heavens the artilleryman<br />I thought you surely burned<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />I thought you surely drowned<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Have you seen any Martians ?<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Everywhere we're don for all right<br /><br />Journalist:<br />We can't just give up<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Course we can't<br />It's now that we've got to start fighting<br />But not against them 'cos we can't win<br />Now we've got to fight for suvival<br />And I reckon we can make it<br />I've got a plan<br /><br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />We're gonna build us a whole new World for ourselves<br />Look they clap eyes us and were dead right ?<br />So we gotta make a new life where they'll never find us<br />You know where ?<br />Underground<br />You should see it down there - hundreds of miles of drains<br />Sweet and clean now after the rain , dark , quiet , safe<br />We can build houses and everything start again from scratch<br />And what's so bad about living underground eh?<br />It's not been so great living up here<br />If you want my opinion<br /><br />#Take a look around you at the World we've used to know<br />Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus show<br />But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow<br />In a brave new world<br />Whit just a hand full of men<br />We'll start - we'll start all over again - all over again<br />all over again - all over again<br /><br />We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks<br />right under there noses right under there feet<br />Everything we need - bank's , prisons and schools...<br />We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff<br />And men like you can teach the kids<br />Not poems and rubbish- science<br />So we can get everything working<br />We build villages and towns and.... and.....<br />We play each other at cricket !<br />Listen maybe one day we'll capture a fighting machine eh?<br />Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop !<br />Our turn to do some wiping out !<br />Whoosh whith our Heat Ray - Whoosh !<br />And them running and dying , beaten at their own game<br />Man on top again !<br /><br /># Now are domination of the Earth is fading fast<br />And out of the confusion the chance has come at last<br />To built a better future from the past<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start all over again<br /><br /># Look - Man is born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave<br />I cages of convention from cradle to the grave<br />The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start al over again<br /><br /># I'm not trying to tell you what to be<br />Oh no , oh no not me<br />But if mankind is to survive<br />The people left alive<br />They're gonna have to build this World anew<br />And it's going to have to start with me and you<br /><br />YES !<br /><br /># I'm not trying to tell you what to be<br />Oh no , oh no not me<br />But if mankind is to suvive<br />The people left alive<br />They're gonna have to build this World anew<br />Yes and we will have to be the chosen few<br /><br /># Just think of all the poverty the hatred and the lies<br />And imagine the distruction of all that you despise<br />Slowly from the ashes the Phoenix will arise<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start all over again<br /><br /># Take a look around you at the World you've lost so well<br />And bid the ageing empire of man a last farewell<br />It may no sound like Heaven but at least it isn't Hell<br />It's a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start - we'll start all over again<br />All over again - all over again - all over again<br /><br />I'VE GOT A PLAN !!<br /><br />Can't you just see it ?<br />Civilization starting all over again - a second chance<br />We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast<br />Go there for our holidays<br />Nothing can stop men like us<br />I've made a start already.<br />Come on down here and look<br /><br />Journalist:<br />In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long<br />That had taken him a week to dig<br />I could have dug that much in a day , and I suddenly<br />had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and powers<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />It's doing the workin' and the thinkin' that wears a feller out<br />I'm ready for a bit of rest<br />How about a drink eh ?<br />Nothing but Champagne now I'm the boss<br /><br />Journalist:<br />We drank and then he insisted upon playing cards<br />With our spiecies on the edge of extermination<br />With no prospect but a horrible death<br />We actually played games<br />Later he talked more of his plan<br />But I saw flames flashing in the deep blue night<br />Red weed glowing , tripod figures moving distantly<br />And I put down my Champagne glass<br />I felt a traitor to my kind<br />And I knew I must leave this stange dreamer<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br /># Take a look around you at the World we've come to know<br />Does it seem to be much more than a creazy circus show<br />Maby from the madnes something beautiful wil grow .....<br /><br />DEAD LONDON<br /><br />Journalist:<br />There were a dozen dead bodies on Euson Road<br />Their outlines softened by the black dust<br />All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed<br />But looters had helped themselves to wine and food<br />And outsite a jewellers some gold chains and a watch<br />were scattered on the pavement<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />I stopt , staring towards the sound<br />It seemed as if thatmighty desert of houses had found a voice<br />for his fear and solitude<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />The desolating cry worked upon my mind<br />The wailling took possesion of me<br />Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead ?<br />Why was I alive ?<br />When London was lying in state in its black shroud<br />I felt intolerably lonely , drifting from street to empty street<br />Dawn inexorably towards that cry<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />I saw , over the trees on Primrose Hill the fighting machine<br />from which the howling came<br />I crossed Regents Canal<br />There stood a second machine , upright but as still as the first<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br />UL-!!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Abruptly the sound ceased<br />Suddenly ,the desolation ,the solitude became unendurable<br />While that voice sounded ,London had still seemed alive<br />Now suddely , there was a change , the passing of something<br />And all that remained was this gaut quiet<br />I looked up there was a third machine<br />It was erect and motionless ,like the others<br />An insane resolve possesed me<br />I would give my life to the Martians here and now<br />I marched recklessly towards the Titan<br />and saw that a multitide of black birds<br />was circling and clusterig about the hood<br />I began running along the road<br />I felt no fear ,only a wild trembling exultation<br />As I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster<br />Out of the hood hung red shreds<br />At which the hungry birds now pecked and tore<br />I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill<br />And the Martian's camp was below me<br />A space it was , and scattered about it ,<br />in their overturned machines where the Martians<br />DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed]<br />by the humblest things upon the Earth<br />Bacteria<br />Minute , invisible , bacteria !<br />Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed<br />our microscopic allies attacked them<br />From that moment they where doomed<br /><br />The torment was ended<br />The people scattered over the country<br />desperate ,leaderless ,starved...<br />The thousands who had fled by sea<br />-including the one most dear to me -<br />all would return<br />The pulls of life growing stronger and stronger would beat again<br /><br />As life returns to normal<br />the question of another attack from mars causes universal concern<br />Is our planet safe , or is this time of peace merely a reprieve ?<br />It may be that , across the immensity of space<br />They have learned their lossons and even now await their opportunity<br />Perhaps the future belongs not to us<br />But to the MARTIANS ?<br /><br />EPILOGUE<br /><br />pasadena Control:<br />It's looking good<br />It's going good<br />We're getting great pictures here at NASA Control Passadena<br />The landing-craft touched down on Mars<br />twenty-eight Kilometers from the aim-point<br />We're looking at a remarkable landscape<br />littered with different kind of rocks - red ,purple.....<br />How 'bout that Bermuda ?<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />Fantastic !<br />Look at the dune-field<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />Hey wait !<br />I'm getting a no-go signal<br />Now I losing one of the craft<br />Hey Bermuda you getting it ?<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />No , I lost contact<br />There is a lot of dust blowing up there<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />Now I've lost the second craft<br />We got problems<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />All contact lost , Pasadena<br />Maybe the antenna's.....<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />What's that flare ?<br />Seen it ?<br />A green flare , comming from Mars<br />Kind of green mist behind it<br />It's getting closer<br />You seen that Bermuda ?<br />Come in Bermuda !<br />Houston come in !<br />What's going on ?<br />Tracking station fourty-three Canberra<br />Come in Canberra !<br />Tracking station sixty-three<br />Can you hear me Madrid ?<br />Can anybody hear me ?<br />Come in<br />Come in.......<br /><br />THE END !!
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Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet, for the vegetation that gives Mars its red appearance had taken root on earth. As man had succumbed to the Martians, so our land now succumbed to the red weed.<br />Wherever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew with frightening voraciousness, its claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water. And then it began to creep like a slimy red animal across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow with living scarlet feelers, crawling, crawling.<br /><br />I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and decided to bury him decently.<br /><br />Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!<br /><br />Journalist: The Parson\'s eyes flickered open. He was alive!<br /><br />Beth: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst into flame! Are you all right?<br /><br />Parson: Don\'t touch me!<br /><br />Beth: But it\'s me-Beth. Your wife.<br /><br />Parson: No. You\'re one of them. A devil!<br /><br />Beth: (to JOURNALIST) He\'s delirious!<br /><br />Parson: Lies! I saw the devil\'s sign.<br /><br />Beth: What are you saying?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Beth: But they\'re not devils-they\'re Martians.<br /><br />Journalist: We must leave here.<br /><br />Beth: Look! A house still standing! Come, Nathaniel, quickly!<br /><br />Journalist: We took shelter in a cottage and Black Smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a Fighting Machine came across the fields, spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.<br /><br />Martians: Ulla!<br /><br />Beth: Dear God-help us!<br /><br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Listen, do you hear them drawing near<br />In their search for the sinners?<br />Feeding on the power of our fear<br />And the evil within us?<br />In carnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread<br />When the demons arrive those alive will be better off dead<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br />There must be something worth trying for<br />Even something worth dying for<br />And if one man can stand tall<br />There must be hope for us all<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Once, there was a time when I believed<br />Without hesitation<br />That the power of love and truth could conquer all<br />In the name of salvation<br />Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to the fight?<br />And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might?<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br />There must be something worth trying for<br />Even some things worth dying for<br />And if one man could stand tall<br />There must be some hope for us all<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Beth: People loved you, and trusted you, came to you for help...<br />Nathaniel: Didn't I warn them this would happen? Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests... I said exorcise the devil! But no, they wouldn't listen, the demons inside them grew and grew, until Satan gave his signal and destroyed the world we knew!<br /><br />Beth<br />No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,<br />No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the love we used to know<br />(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the light that we have lost<br /><br />Nathaniel<br />Now darkness has descended on our land<br />And all your prayers cannot save us<br />Like fools we've let the devil take command<br />Of the souls that God gave us<br />To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter were led<br />When the demons arrive the survivors will envy the dead!<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth living for<br /><br />Nathaniel: No, there is nothing!<br /><br />Beth<br />There must be something worth trying for<br /><br />Nathaniel: I don't believe it's so!<br /><br />Beth<br />Even something worth dying for<br />If just one man could stand tall<br />There would be some hope for us all,<br />Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br /><br />Nathaniel: Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone! Didn't I warn them? Pray, I said! Destroy the devil, I said! They wouldn't listen! I could have saved the world! But now it's too late... too late!<br /><br />Beth<br />No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel,<br />No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the love we used to know<br />(No,) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life,<br />There has to be a way that we can<br />Restore to life the light that we have lost...<br /><br />Nathaniel: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house, and we are underneath it, in the pit!<br /><br />The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws, but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed them into a great metal basket upon its back.<br />Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins.<br /><br />Nathaniel: Aaah! It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out, and I have been chosen to do it! I must confront them now!<br /><br />Journalist: No, parson, no!<br /><br />Nathaniel: Those machines are just demons in another form. I shall destroy them with my prayers, I shall burn them with my holy cross. I shall...<br /><br />The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit, and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw touching things, walls, coal, wood. And then, it touched my boot. I almost shouted. For a time it was still, and then, with a click, it gripped something: the parson! With slow, deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it.<br /><br /><br />I crept to the bloked window slit and peered through the creeper<br />The Martians and all there machines where gone<br />Trembling I dug my way out<br />And clambered to the top of the mound<br />Not a Martian inside<br />The day seemed dazzeling bright after my imprisonment<br />and the sky a glowing blue<br />Red weed covered every scrap of ground<br />but a gentle breeze kept it swaying<br />And oh the sweetness of the air<br /><br />Again I was on my way to London<br />trough tows and villages<br />that where blackened ruins<br />totaly silence , desolate , deserted<br />Man's impire had passed away<br />Taken swiftly and without error<br />by these creatures who where composed entirely of brain<br />Unhampered by the complex systhems witch make up men<br />They made and used different bodies according their needs<br />They never tired they never slept and never suffered<br />having long since eliminated from there planet the bacteria<br />witch caused all fevers and other morbidities<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Halt who goes there ?<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Er - A friend<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Be on your way<br />This is my territory<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Your territory ?<br />What do you mean ?<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Wait a minute it's you , the man from Maybury hill<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Good heavens the artilleryman<br />I thought you surely burned<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />I thought you surely drowned<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Have you seen any Martians ?<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Everywhere we're don for all right<br /><br />Journalist:<br />We can't just give up<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />Course we can't<br />It's now that we've got to start fighting<br />But not against them 'cos we can't win<br />Now we've got to fight for suvival<br />And I reckon we can make it<br />I've got a plan<br /><br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />We're gonna build us a whole new World for ourselves<br />Look they clap eyes us and were dead right ?<br />So we gotta make a new life where they'll never find us<br />You know where ?<br />Underground<br />You should see it down there - hundreds of miles of drains<br />Sweet and clean now after the rain , dark , quiet , safe<br />We can build houses and everything start again from scratch<br />And what's so bad about living underground eh?<br />It's not been so great living up here<br />If you want my opinion<br /><br />#Take a look around you at the World we've used to know<br />Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus show<br />But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow<br />In a brave new world<br />Whit just a hand full of men<br />We'll start - we'll start all over again - all over again<br />all over again - all over again<br /><br />We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks<br />right under there noses right under there feet<br />Everything we need - bank's , prisons and schools...<br />We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff<br />And men like you can teach the kids<br />Not poems and rubbish- science<br />So we can get everything working<br />We build villages and towns and.... and.....<br />We play each other at cricket !<br />Listen maybe one day we'll capture a fighting machine eh?<br />Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop !<br />Our turn to do some wiping out !<br />Whoosh whith our Heat Ray - Whoosh !<br />And them running and dying , beaten at their own game<br />Man on top again !<br /><br /># Now are domination of the Earth is fading fast<br />And out of the confusion the chance has come at last<br />To built a better future from the past<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start all over again<br /><br /># Look - Man is born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave<br />I cages of convention from cradle to the grave<br />The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start al over again<br /><br /># I'm not trying to tell you what to be<br />Oh no , oh no not me<br />But if mankind is to survive<br />The people left alive<br />They're gonna have to build this World anew<br />And it's going to have to start with me and you<br /><br />YES !<br /><br /># I'm not trying to tell you what to be<br />Oh no , oh no not me<br />But if mankind is to suvive<br />The people left alive<br />They're gonna have to build this World anew<br />Yes and we will have to be the chosen few<br /><br /># Just think of all the poverty the hatred and the lies<br />And imagine the distruction of all that you despise<br />Slowly from the ashes the Phoenix will arise<br />In a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start all over again<br /><br /># Take a look around you at the World you've lost so well<br />And bid the ageing empire of man a last farewell<br />It may no sound like Heaven but at least it isn't Hell<br />It's a brave new World<br />With just a handful of men<br />We'll start - we'll start all over again<br />All over again - all over again - all over again<br /><br />I'VE GOT A PLAN !!<br /><br />Can't you just see it ?<br />Civilization starting all over again - a second chance<br />We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast<br />Go there for our holidays<br />Nothing can stop men like us<br />I've made a start already.<br />Come on down here and look<br /><br />Journalist:<br />In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long<br />That had taken him a week to dig<br />I could have dug that much in a day , and I suddenly<br />had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and powers<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br />It's doing the workin' and the thinkin' that wears a feller out<br />I'm ready for a bit of rest<br />How about a drink eh ?<br />Nothing but Champagne now I'm the boss<br /><br />Journalist:<br />We drank and then he insisted upon playing cards<br />With our spiecies on the edge of extermination<br />With no prospect but a horrible death<br />We actually played games<br />Later he talked more of his plan<br />But I saw flames flashing in the deep blue night<br />Red weed glowing , tripod figures moving distantly<br />And I put down my Champagne glass<br />I felt a traitor to my kind<br />And I knew I must leave this stange dreamer<br /><br />Artilleryman:<br /># Take a look around you at the World we've come to know<br />Does it seem to be much more than a creazy circus show<br />Maby from the madnes something beautiful wil grow .....<br /><br />DEAD LONDON<br /><br />Journalist:<br />There were a dozen dead bodies on Euson Road<br />Their outlines softened by the black dust<br />All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed<br />But looters had helped themselves to wine and food<br />And outsite a jewellers some gold chains and a watch<br />were scattered on the pavement<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />I stopt , staring towards the sound<br />It seemed as if thatmighty desert of houses had found a voice<br />for his fear and solitude<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />The desolating cry worked upon my mind<br />The wailling took possesion of me<br />Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead ?<br />Why was I alive ?<br />When London was lying in state in its black shroud<br />I felt intolerably lonely , drifting from street to empty street<br />Dawn inexorably towards that cry<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />I saw , over the trees on Primrose Hill the fighting machine<br />from which the howling came<br />I crossed Regents Canal<br />There stood a second machine , upright but as still as the first<br /><br />Martians:<br />ULLA !!<br />UL-!!<br /><br />Journalist:<br />Abruptly the sound ceased<br />Suddenly ,the desolation ,the solitude became unendurable<br />While that voice sounded ,London had still seemed alive<br />Now suddely , there was a change , the passing of something<br />And all that remained was this gaut quiet<br />I looked up there was a third machine<br />It was erect and motionless ,like the others<br />An insane resolve possesed me<br />I would give my life to the Martians here and now<br />I marched recklessly towards the Titan<br />and saw that a multitide of black birds<br />was circling and clusterig about the hood<br />I began running along the road<br />I felt no fear ,only a wild trembling exultation<br />As I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster<br />Out of the hood hung red shreds<br />At which the hungry birds now pecked and tore<br />I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill<br />And the Martian's camp was below me<br />A space it was , and scattered about it ,<br />in their overturned machines where the Martians<br />DEAD...slain [after all man's devices had failed]<br />by the humblest things upon the Earth<br />Bacteria<br />Minute , invisible , bacteria !<br />Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed<br />our microscopic allies attacked them<br />From that moment they where doomed<br /><br />The torment was ended<br />The people scattered over the country<br />desperate ,leaderless ,starved...<br />The thousands who had fled by sea<br />-including the one most dear to me -<br />all would return<br />The pulls of life growing stronger and stronger would beat again<br /><br />As life returns to normal<br />the question of another attack from mars causes universal concern<br />Is our planet safe , or is this time of peace merely a reprieve ?<br />It may be that , across the immensity of space<br />They have learned their lossons and even now await their opportunity<br />Perhaps the future belongs not to us<br />But to the MARTIANS ?<br /><br />EPILOGUE<br /><br />pasadena Control:<br />It's looking good<br />It's going good<br />We're getting great pictures here at NASA Control Passadena<br />The landing-craft touched down on Mars<br />twenty-eight Kilometers from the aim-point<br />We're looking at a remarkable landscape<br />littered with different kind of rocks - red ,purple.....<br />How 'bout that Bermuda ?<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />Fantastic !<br />Look at the dune-field<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />Hey wait !<br />I'm getting a no-go signal<br />Now I losing one of the craft<br />Hey Bermuda you getting it ?<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />No , I lost contact<br />There is a lot of dust blowing up there<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />Now I've lost the second craft<br />We got problems<br /><br />Bermuda Control:<br />All contact lost , Pasadena<br />Maybe the antenna's.....<br /><br />Pasadena Control:<br />What's that flare ?<br />Seen it ?<br />A green flare , comming from Mars<br />Kind of green mist behind it<br />It's getting closer<br />You seen that Bermuda ?<br />Come in Bermuda !<br />Houston come in !<br />What's going on ?<br />Tracking station fourty-three Canberra<br />Come in Canberra !<br />Tracking station sixty-three<br />Can you hear me Madrid ?<br />Can anybody hear me ?<br />Come in<br />Come in.......<br /><br />THE END !!
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