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War Of The Worlds (Part 3) Music Lyrics

Jeff Wayne

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RED WEED AND PARSON NATHANIEL

Journalist:
Next day the dawn was a brillint fiery red
and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape
of another planet for the vegetation which gives Mars
it's red appearance had taken root on Earth
As man had succumbed to the Martians
So our land now succumbed to the red weed
Where ever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew
with frightening voraciosness
It's claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water
And than it starts to creep like a slimy red animal
across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow
with living scarlet feelers , crawling ! , crawling !

I suddenly noticed the body of parson lying on the ground
in a churchyard
I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed
And decided to bury him decently

Beth:
Nathaniel !
Nathaniel !

Journalist:
The parsons eyes flickered open , he was alive

Beth:
Nathaniel I saw the church burst into flame !
Are you alright !

Parson:
Don't tuch me !

Beth:
But it's me Beth your wife

Parson:
No you're one of them , a Devil !

Beth:
He's Delirious !

Parson:
Lies !
I saw the Devil's sighn

Beth:
What have you seen ?

Parson:
The green flash in the sky
His demons where here all along
In our hearts and souls
Just waiting for a sign from him
And now they are destoying our world

Beth:
But they're not devils they're Martians

Journalist:
We must leave here

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

Journalist:
We took shelter in a cottage
and black smoke spread hemming us in
Then a fighting machine came across the fields
Spraying jets of steam that turned the black smoke
in to thick black dust

Martians:
ULLA !!

Beth:
Dear God
Help Us !

Parson:
The voice of the Devil is heard in our land

SPIRIT OF MAN

Parson:
#Listen do you hear them drawing near
in there 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're dread
When the demons arived those alive would be better off dead !!

Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
For if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Some where some where in the spirit of man

Parson:
#Once there was a time when I believed without hasitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
in name off salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to a fight
And how much protection is truth against all Satan's might

Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be somethig worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
If just one man can stand tall
There must 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 that this would happen ?
Be on guard I said
For the evil wil never rest
I said excorsice the Devil
But no , they wouldn't listen
The demons inside are grew and grew
Until Satan gives his signal
And destroyed the World we knew

Beth:
#No Nathaniel , oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel no
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love that we used to know
Nathaniel No
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore the life
The light that we have lost

#Now darkness has decended on our land
And all your prayers can not save us
Like fools we 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 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 something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere somewhere in the spirit of man

Parson:
Forgett about goodness and mercy - there gone
Didn't I warn them prayed i said
Destroy the Devil I said
But 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 the life
The light that we have lost

(EXPLOSION)

Parson:
Dear God a cylinder's hit on the house
And we underneath it - in the pit

Journalist:
The Martians spent the night making a new machine
It was a squat mettalic spider with huge articulated claws
But it too had a hood wich a martian sat
I watched it pursuing some people across the field
It caught them nimbly and tossed them
into a great metal basket upon his back

Parson:
Beth !
She's dead buried under the rubble
Why Satan why did you take one of your own ?
#There is a curse of mankind
We may as well be resighned
To let the Devil , the Devil take the spirit of man

Journalist:
As time past in oure dark and dusty prisson
The parson wresled endlessly with his doubts
His outcries invited dead for us both
And yet I pitied him
Then on the nineth day we saw the Martians eating
Inside in there new hood
They where draining the fresh living blood of man and woman
And injecting it in their own veins

Parson:
It's a sign
I've been given a sign
They have to be cast out
And I have been chosen to do it
I must confront them now

Journalist:
No parson No

Parson:
Those machines are just demons in a other form
I shall destroy them with my prayers
I will burn them with my holy cross
I shall -

Journalist:
The Curius eye of a Martian appaired at the window slit
And a menacing claw explored the room
I dragged the body of the parson down to the coalcellar
I heard the Martian fumbling at the ladge
In the darkness I could see the claw toughing things
walls coal wood , and then it touch my boot
I almost shouted
For a time was it still and then with a click it gripped something
The parson with slow deliberated movements his uncunscions
body was dragged away....
And there was nothing I could do to prevent it

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

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

Artilleryman:
Halt who goes there ?

Journalist:
Er - A friend

Artilleryman:
Be on your way
This is my territory

Journalist:
Your territory ?
What do you mean ?

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

Journalist:
Good heavens the artilleryman
I thought you surely burned

Artilleryman:
I thought you surely drowned

Journalist:
Have you seen any Martians ?

Artilleryman:
Everywhere we're don for all right

Journalist:
We can't just give up

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

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