The War of the Worlds movie - THE ARTILLERY-MAN AND THE FIGHTING lyrics
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JOURNALIST: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew<br>
louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it<br>
was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Anyone here?<br>
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JOURNALIST: Come in. Here - drink this.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Thank you.<br>
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JOURNALIST: What's happened?<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: They wiped us out. Hundreds dead - maybe thousands.<br>
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JOURNALIST: The Heat Ray.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: The Martians! They were inside the hoods of the machines they'd<br>
made - massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked - they attacked us!<br>
They wiped us out!<br>
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JOURNALIST: Machines?<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Fighting Machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees.<br>
Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.<br>
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JOURNALIST: Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Yes. it looked bound for London.<br>
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JOURNALIST: London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and<br>
her father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: And me. Got to report to Headquarters - if there's anything left of<br>
it.<br>
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JOURNALIST: At Byfleet we came upon an Inn, but it was deserted.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Is everybody dead?<br>
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JOURNALIST: Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: It's bows and arrows against the lightning. They haven't seen the<br>
Heat Ray yet.<br>
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JOURNALIST: We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, there was a heavy<br>
explosion. The ground heaved, windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted into the<br>
air.<br>
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ARTILLERYMAN: Look! There they are! What did I tell you?<br>
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JOURNALIST: Quickly, one after the other, four of the Fighting Machines appeared.<br>
Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over the pine trees and<br>
smashing them. Walking engines of glittering metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I<br>
realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before.<br>
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A fifth Machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, flourished the<br>
funnel high in the air - and the ghostly, terrible Heat Ray struck the town.<br>
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JOURNALIST: As it struck, all five Fighting Machines exulted, emitting deafening howls<br>
which roared like thunder.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla! Ulla!<br>
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JOURNALIST: The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously,<br>
decapitating a Fighting Machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to<br>
the four winds, and the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, went<br>
whirling to destruction. As the other Monsters advanced, people ran away blindly, the<br>
Artilleryman among them, but I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to<br>
breathe. Now the guns spoke again, but this time the Heat Ray sent them to oblivion.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla!<br>
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JOURNALIST: With a white flash, the Heat Ray swept across the river. Scalded, half-<br>
blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, hissing water towards the shore. I fell<br>
helplessly, in full sight of the Martians, expecting nothing but death. The foot of a<br>
Fighting Machine came down close to my head, then lifted again, as the four Martians<br>
carried away the debris of their fallen comrade... and I realized that by a miracle , I had<br>
escaped.<br>
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MARTIANS: Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!<br>
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