Jeff Wayne

Jeff Wayne - War Of The Worlds (Part 1) lyrics

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No one would have believed that

in the last years of the 19th century

that human affairs where being watched

from the timeless worlds of space

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 man 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 there plans against us.

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 bring so much calamity to Earth

As I watched there was another jet of gas

It was another missile starting on his way

And that how it was for the next ten nights

a flair 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 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 !

Then came the night the first missile approached Earth

it was thought to be an ordinairy 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 30 yards across glowing hot....

and with faint sounds of movement coming from within

Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing

And Ogilvy feared there was a man inside

trying to escape

He rush to the cylinder

but the intense heat stopped him before

he could burn himself on the metal.

# 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 they still 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 they still come

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 disc-like eyes appeared above the rim

A huge rounded bulk larger than a bear rose up slowly

glistening like wet leather

It's lipless mouth quivered and slavered

and snake like tentacles writhed

as the body heaved and pulsated

A few younger man crept closer to the pit

A tall funnel rose than a invisible ray of heat

leaped from man to man and there was a bright glare

as each was instantly turned into fire

Every tree and bush became a mass of flames

at the touch of his savage unearthly heat ray

People clawed their way off the Common

and I ran too I felt I was being toyed with that

I was on the very verge of safety

This mysterious death would leap after me

and strike me down

At last I reached Maybury Hill

and in the dim coolness of my home

I wrote an account for my newspaper

before I sank into a restless haunted sleep

I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the pit

and hurried to the railway station to buy the paper

Around me the daily routine of life


was continuing serenely as it had for countless years

On Horsell Common

the Martians continued hammering and stirring

sleepless indefatigable at work upon the machines

they where making

Now and again a light

like the beam of a warship's searchlight

swept the Common and the heat ray was ready to follow

In the afternoon a company of soldiers came trough

and deployed along the edge of the Common to form a cordon

That evening there was a violent crash

and I realize with horror

that my home was now within range of the Martians heat ray

At dawn a falling star with a trail of green mist

landed with a flash like summer lightning

This was the second cylinder

Thanks to Philip for these lyrics

Thanks to TripodKaiser for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Pete for correcting these lyrics

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