The War of the Worlds movie - DEAD LONDON lyrics
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JOURNALIST: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston Road, their outlines<br>
softened by the Black Dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed - but<br>
looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold<br>
chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla!<br>
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JOURNALIST: I stopped, staring towards the sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert<br>
of houses had found a voice for its fear and solitude.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla!<br>
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JOURNALIST: The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession<br>
of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone<br>
in this city of the dead? Why was I alive, when London was lying in state in its black<br>
shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably<br>
towards that cry.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla!<br>
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JOURNALIST: I saw, over the trees on Primrose Hill, the Fighting Machine from which<br>
the howling came. I crossed Regents Canal. There stood a second machine, upright, but<br>
as still as the first.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla! Ul-!<br>
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JOURNALIST: Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude,<br>
became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now<br>
suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something - and all that remained was this<br>
gaunt quiet.<br>
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I looked up and saw a third machine<br>
It was erect and motionless, like the others<br>
An insane resolve possessed me<br>
I would give my life to the Martians, here and now<br>
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I marched recklessly towards the Titan and saw that a multitude of black birds was<br>
circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only<br>
a wild, trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards, the motionless monster. Out of<br>
the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.<br>
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I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill, and the Martian's camp was below me. A<br>
mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the<br>
Martians - dead... slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things upon<br>
the Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria!<br>
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Directly the Invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies<br>
attacked them. From that moment - they were doomed!<br>
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JOURNALIST: The torment was ended. The people scattered over the<br>
country, desperate, leaderless, starved... the thousands who had fled by sea -<br>
including the one most dear to me - all would return. The pulse of life, growing stronger<br>
and stronger, would beat again.<br>
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As life returns to normal, the question of another attack from Mars causes universal<br>
concern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that,<br>
across the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons and even now await their<br>
opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us - but to the Martians? <br>
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