Dead London-Jeff Wayne/Richard Burton

歌手 : Jeff Wayne / Richard Burton

专辑 : Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of The War of The Worlds

语种 : 英语

时长 : 08:35

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TXT Dead London-Jeff Wayne/Richard Burton 文本歌词

Journalist

There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road their bodies softened by the black dust

All was still houses locked and empty shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine

And food and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement

Martians

Ulla

Journalist

I stopped staring toward to sound

It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had found a voice for its fear and solitude

Martians

Ulla

Journalist

The desolating cry worked upon my mind

The wailing took possession of me

I was intensely weary footsore hungry and thirsty

Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead

Why was I alive when London in state in its black shroud

I felt intolerably lonely drifting from street to empty street drawn inexorably towards that cry

Martians

Ulla

Journalist

I saw over the trees on Primrose hill the fighting machine from which the howling came

I crossed Regents Canal

There stood a second machine upright but as still as the first

Martians

Ulla Ul

Journalist

Abruptly the sound ceased

Suddenly the desolation the solitude became unendurable

While that voice sounded London had still seemed alive

Now suddenly there was a change the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite

I looked up and saw a third machine

It was erect and motionless like the others

An inane resolve possessed me

I would give my life to the Martians here and now

I marched recklessly towards the titan and saw a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood

I began running along the road I felt no fear only a wild trembling exultation as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster

Out of the hood hung red shreds at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore

I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill and the Martians camp was below me

A mighty space it was and scattered about it in their overturned machines were the Martians

Dead

Slain after all man's devices had failed by the humblest things upon the Earth Bacteria

Minute invisible bacteria

Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed our microscopic allies attacked them

From that moment they were doomed