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letra de the eve of the war (life begins again version) - jeff wayne

[the journalist (liam neeson)]
no one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century
that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of sp-ce
no one could have dreamed 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 sp-ce, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this earth with envious eyes
and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us

[the journalist]
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 sung thoughts of the journalist (justin hayward)]
“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!”

[the 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, unscr-w-ng, 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 sung thoughts of the journalist]
“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!”

[the journalist]
it seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it was 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

- jeff wayne

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