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Drools to the Stephen King stuff, even to this day, I cannot read some his novels alone in the dark... he captures a level of creepiness that is all to real- the hidden existence of the abnormal that hits at the heart of "fear of the unknown".
I like the original Rod Sterling's "Twighlight Zone"..
The remake of the film, and the new serier are pure garbage..
Have you ever read Orson Scott Card's, "Ender's Game" ? Actually, it's a series of books, the last one I can remember reading was, "Genocide".. I think you'd like them all...
I like the original Rod Sterling's "Twighlight Zone"..
The remake of the film, and the new serier are pure garbage..
Have you ever read Orson Scott Card's, "Ender's Game" ? Actually, it's a series of books, the last one I can remember reading was, "Genocide".. I think you'd like them all...
yeah lady... those are my fave...!..
I just happened to watch "War of the Worlds" this past weekend. Well, outside of all the hollywood hupla- this movie can't withstand against the bullsh*t meter. Too many holes in the logic on both the plot and the acting. But hey-- just for fun, right?
Size?.
This "war of the world" amused me since I was a kid..!!
After the original one? this original "musical" version of it? amazed me even more.
Try to find it and then you'll be surprised??..
Ps!
I have it in my puter?if you cant find it, I can transfer it to you with supper speed!.. no worries..!!
Since you've proved that you are CLASSY?. 🙂
? Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of H.G. Wells
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Back to Nathan's Nest
Part one: The Coming of the Martians
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.
The Eve of the War
At midnight, on the 12th 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. Ogilby, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
The Astronomer
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
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 Ogilby came to examine what lay there. A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving: rotating, unscrewing; and Ogilby 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.
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
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 (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
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——?!!
Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid fell off.
Two luminous, disk-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge rounded bulk, larger than a bear, rose up slowly——.!!
Glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slathered, and snakelike tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose and an invisible ray of heat leapt from man to man, and there was a bright glare as each was instantly turned to fire. Eve
This "war of the world" amused me since I was a kid..!!
After the original one? this original "musical" version of it? amazed me even more.
Try to find it and then you'll be surprised??..
Ps!
I have it in my puter?if you cant find it, I can transfer it to you with supper speed!.. no worries..!!
Since you've proved that you are CLASSY?. 🙂
? Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of H.G. Wells
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Back to Nathan's Nest
Part one: The Coming of the Martians
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.
The Eve of the War
At midnight, on the 12th 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. Ogilby, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
The Astronomer
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
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 Ogilby came to examine what lay there. A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving: rotating, unscrewing; and Ogilby 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.
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
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 (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
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——?!!
Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid fell off.
Two luminous, disk-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge rounded bulk, larger than a bear, rose up slowly——.!!
Glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slathered, and snakelike tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose and an invisible ray of heat leapt from man to man, and there was a bright glare as each was instantly turned to fire. Eve
Size?.
This "war of the world" amused me since I was a kid..!!
After the original one? this original "musical" version of it? amazed me even more.
Try to find it and then you'll be surprised??..
Ps!
I have it in my puter?if you cant find it, I can transfer it to you with supper speed!.. no worries..!!
Since you've proved that you are CLASSY?. 🙂
Here is the story..
? Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of H.G. Wells
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Back to Nathan's Nest
Part one: The Coming of the Martians
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.
The Eve of the War
At midnight, on the 12th 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. Ogilby, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
The Astronomer
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
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 Ogilby came to examine what lay there. A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving: rotating, unscrewing; and Ogilby 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.
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
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 (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
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——?!!
Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid fell off.
Two luminous, disk-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge rounded bulk, larger than a bear, rose up slowly——.!!
Glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slathered, and snakelike tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose and an invisible ray of heat leapt from man to man, and there was a bright glare as each was instantly
This "war of the world" amused me since I was a kid..!!
After the original one? this original "musical" version of it? amazed me even more.
Try to find it and then you'll be surprised??..
Ps!
I have it in my puter?if you cant find it, I can transfer it to you with supper speed!.. no worries..!!
Since you've proved that you are CLASSY?. 🙂
Here is the story..
? Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of H.G. Wells
THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Back to Nathan's Nest
Part one: The Coming of the Martians
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.
The Eve of the War
At midnight, on the 12th 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. Ogilby, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
The Astronomer
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
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 Ogilby came to examine what lay there. A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot, with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving: rotating, unscrewing; and Ogilby 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.
Chorus
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, he said (ahh, ahh)
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 (ahh, ahh)
The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one, but still, they come...
Horsell Common and the Heat Ray
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——?!!
Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid fell off.
Two luminous, disk-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge rounded bulk, larger than a bear, rose up slowly——.!!
Glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slathered, and snakelike tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose and an invisible ray of heat leapt from man to man, and there was a bright glare as each was instantly
Forever Autumn
For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
Journalist
-------------------------------------------------------
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...!
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
--------------------------------------------------
Fire suddenly leapt from house to house. The population panicked and ran, and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed eastward for the ocean and my only hope of survival: a boat out of England.
Journalist——??..
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away...
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My life will be forever autumn,
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling in the street with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horse's bits were covered with foam, and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though they were paper. Waterloo bridge, Westminster bridge, one appeared above Big Ben.
Martian: Ulla!
Never before in the history of the world, had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march, it was a stampede, without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization,——.Of the massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on board... straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie. At sight of me she began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment, it was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her.
Journalist—?..
"Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away..."
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Thunderchild
The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer.
Between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad Thunderchild.
Slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians.
Thunderchild
Journalist
There were ships of shapes and sizes,
Scattered out along the bay
And I thought I heard her calling,
A
For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London. By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
Journalist
-------------------------------------------------------
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...!
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
--------------------------------------------------
Fire suddenly leapt from house to house. The population panicked and ran, and I was swept along with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I headed eastward for the ocean and my only hope of survival: a boat out of England.
Journalist——??..
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away...
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My life will be forever autumn,
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling in the street with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the horse's bits were covered with foam, and here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though they were paper. Waterloo bridge, Westminster bridge, one appeared above Big Ben.
Martian: Ulla!
Never before in the history of the world, had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no disciplined march, it was a stampede, without order and without a goal, six million people unarmed and unprovisioned driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization,——.Of the massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on board... straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie. At sight of me she began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment, it was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her.
Journalist—?..
"Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away..."
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Cause you're not here
Thunderchild
The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer.
Between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad Thunderchild.
Slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians.
Thunderchild
Journalist
There were ships of shapes and sizes,
Scattered out along the bay
And I thought I heard her calling,
A
Part Two: The Earth Under the Martians
The Red Weed (Part One)
The Red Weed (Part One)
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.
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.
The Spirit of Man——
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 week, and decided to bury him, decently.
Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!
The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive!
Beth: Nathaniel, I saw the church burst into flame, are you all right?
Nathaniel: Don't touch me!
Beth: But it's me, Beth! Your wife!
Nathaniel: No! You're one of them- a devil!
Beth: He's delirious!
Nathaniel: Lies! I saw the devil's sign!
Beth: What are you saying?
Nathaniel: 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 still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly.
We took shelter in a cottage, and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the field spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.
Martians: Ulla!
Beth: Dear God, help us!
Nathaniel: The voice of the Devil is heard in our land!
The Spirit of Man
"Nathaniel"
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?
In carnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive those alive will be better off dead
"Beth"
There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
"Nathaniel"
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 must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
"Beth":
People loved you, and trusted you, came to you for help...
"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!
"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
(No,) 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
Nathaniel———?
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 slaught
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.
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.
The Spirit of Man——
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 week, and decided to bury him, decently.
Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!
The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive!
Beth: Nathaniel, I saw the church burst into flame, are you all right?
Nathaniel: Don't touch me!
Beth: But it's me, Beth! Your wife!
Nathaniel: No! You're one of them- a devil!
Beth: He's delirious!
Nathaniel: Lies! I saw the devil's sign!
Beth: What are you saying?
Nathaniel: 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 still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly.
We took shelter in a cottage, and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the field spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.
Martians: Ulla!
Beth: Dear God, help us!
Nathaniel: The voice of the Devil is heard in our land!
The Spirit of Man
"Nathaniel"
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?
In carnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive those alive will be better off dead
"Beth"
There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
"Nathaniel"
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 must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
"Beth":
People loved you, and trusted you, came to you for help...
"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!
"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
(No,) 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
Nathaniel———?
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 slaught
? The Red Weed (Part Two)
I crept to the blocked window slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians, and all their machinery, had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the mound: not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling 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 through towns and villages that were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolated, deserted. Man's empire had passed away, taken swiftly and without error by these creatures who were composed entirely of brain. Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used different bodies according to their needs. They never tired, never slept, and never suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause 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'd surely burned.
? Artilleryman: I thought you'd surely drowned.
? Journalist: Have you seen any Martians?
? Artilleryman: Everywhere. We're done 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. Not against them, cause we can't win. Now, we've got to fight for survival. I reckon we can make it. I've got a plan.
? Brave New World
? Artilleryman:
? We're gonna build a whole new world for ourselves. Look, they clap eyes on us and we're dead, right? So, we gotta make a new life where they'll never find us.
? You know where? Underground. You should see it down there, hundreds of miles of drains, sweet and clean now after the rain, dark, quiet, safe. We can build houses and everything, start again from scratch. And what's so bad about living underground, eh? S'not been so great living up here, if you want my opinion.
? Brave New World
? Artilleryman
Take a look around you at the world we've come to know
Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show
Maybe from the madness, something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world, with just a handful of men,
We'll start... we'll start all over again!
All over again! All over again! All over again!
? Artilleryman:
We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks, right under their noses, right under their feet. Everything we need: banks, prisons and schools. We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff, and then like you we'll teach the kids. Not poems and rubbish; science, so we can get everything working! We'll build villages and towns, and... and we'll play each other at cricket! Listen, maybe one day we'll capture a fighting machine, eh, learn how to make `em ourselves, and then: WALLOP! Our turn to do some wiping out! WHOOSH! With our heat ray! Whoosh! And them running and dying, beaten at their own game, man on top again!
? Artilleryman
Now our domination of the earth is fading fast,
And out of the confusion a chance has come at last,
To build a better future from the ashes of the past,
In a brave new world, with just a handful of men,
We'll start all over again!
Look, man is born in freedom, but he soon becomes a slave,
In cages of convention from the cradle to the grave,
The weak fall by the wayside but the strong will be saved,
In a brave new world, with just a handful of men,
We'll start all over again!
I'm not trying to tell you what to be,
Oh no, oh no, not me...
But if mankind is to survive, the
It was 70's version?hope you enjoy it?.
I LOVE IT... even today....!!
I LOVE IT... even today....!!
I thought the original-original was a radio broadcast.. this musical, is War of the Worlds?
With this Damn R.B's "SEXY VOICE AND ACCENT).... man?. I will never get this in my life time ?
SIGH
Anyway? ENJOY?.. (not harmful if anyone Imagine me as that Journalist).
Lmao—?? But ENJOY IT.. really.. it is wonderfull?!!
SIGH
Anyway? ENJOY?.. (not harmful if anyone Imagine me as that Journalist).
Lmao—?? But ENJOY IT.. really.. it is wonderfull?!!
Imagine hearing this in "super surround" with high powered 16 speakers....lol
Your life will never be the same again??.!
Original version was designed on only on 4 speaker's system (Quadro phonics) nowadays, then they've changed it to "supper surrounds"?. Its GREAT?.!
Your life will never be the same again??.!
Original version was designed on only on 4 speaker's system (Quadro phonics) nowadays, then they've changed it to "supper surrounds"?. Its GREAT?.!
No lady?
there was a version (J.W) version of it on 70's??. the one I am talking about?!!
there was a version (J.W) version of it on 70's??. the one I am talking about?!!
Ok.. now that I've read, I've gotta hear it. I'm looking for it.
LMAO.. and NO NO NO.. not an R&B- hip hop version.. an actual radio broadcast in 1938, Orson Wells- "War of the Words" an invasion of Earth from Mars!!!!
..At one point in the broadcast, an actor in a studio, playing a newscaster in the field, described the emergence of one of the aliens from its spacecraft. "Good heavens, something's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake," he said, in an appropriately dramatic tone of voice. "Now it's another one, and another. They look like tentacles to me. There, I can see the thing's body. It's large as a bear and it glistens like wet leather. But that face. It...it's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate....The thing is raising up. The crowd falls back. They've seen enough. This is the most extraordinary experience. I can't find words. I'm pulling this microphone with me as I talk. I'll have to stop the description until I've taken a new position. Hold on, will you please, I'll be back in a minute."....
LMAO.. and NO NO NO.. not an R&B- hip hop version.. an actual radio broadcast in 1938, Orson Wells- "War of the Words" an invasion of Earth from Mars!!!!
..At one point in the broadcast, an actor in a studio, playing a newscaster in the field, described the emergence of one of the aliens from its spacecraft. "Good heavens, something's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake," he said, in an appropriately dramatic tone of voice. "Now it's another one, and another. They look like tentacles to me. There, I can see the thing's body. It's large as a bear and it glistens like wet leather. But that face. It...it's indescribable. I can hardly force myself to keep looking at it. The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent. The mouth is V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate....The thing is raising up. The crowd falls back. They've seen enough. This is the most extraordinary experience. I can't find words. I'm pulling this microphone with me as I talk. I'll have to stop the description until I've taken a new position. Hold on, will you please, I'll be back in a minute."....
LMAO... language changed a lot.... lol
R.B means "Richard Burtons" voice....lol
R.B means "Richard Burtons" voice....lol
ENJOY it... if you can get it...🙂
Its wonderful...
Its wonderful...
oh.. excuse my ignorance : $
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🙂 keyboeard problems..?? lol
I use 3 keboards... one for messages(norsk/engelsk"american" one for progrmmings "de-HACK sometmes"... lol
my life is GREAT and funny... everyday... lol... when iam ONLINE...if not( say off line is greater)...but i willl keep hush hush...........
my life is GREAT and funny... everyday... lol... when iam ONLINE...if not( say off line is greater)...but i willl keep hush hush...........
No worries lady?. I'll understand what ever you type?!!
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Same goes for the Star Trek "for me".. BUT?!
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Anyways?.!
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