Тексты песен «Jeff Wayne»

The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young...

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...

Dead London Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed ' but looters had helped themselves to wine and...

Lift my head up, look me in the eyes before I die, tell me you loved me once & please don't cry, I still love you, I still love you. Chorus: Sometimes love runs hot, some times love runs cold, Sometimes love runs...

It's looking good, it's going good We're getting great pictures Hhere at NASA Control, Pasadena The landing craft touched down on Mars Twenty eight kilometers from the aim point We're looking at a remarkable landscape...

It's looking good, it's going good We're getting great pictures Hhere at NASA Control, Pasadena The landing craft touched down on Mars Twenty eight kilometers from the aim point We're looking at a remarkable landscape...

The torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved, the thousands who had fled by sea including the one most dear to me; all would return, the pulse of life growing stronger and...

Pasadena control: It's looking good, it's going good, we're getting great pictures here at NASA control Pasadena. The landing craft touched down on Mars 28 kilometres from the aim point. We're looking at a remarkable...

The Eve Of The War Journalist: 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...

Looking through the pine trees at outer space, feeling a Tsunami run down my face. Where else can anyone make more than it takes, are we the only ones here, making mistakes. Looking for palm trees on skid row, can't...

Journalist: 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, but by the time I reached...

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,...

The Earth under the Martians The Red Weed and Parson Nathaniel Journalist: Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape of another planet, for the vegetation which...

Brave New World and Dead London Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins...

The oil fires of Texas up around Van Horn, were never shining darker than the day I was born. The mountains were flat, the weather was warm, water was scarce in the heartbeat of my storm. I feel like one more coyote...

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. Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread, When the demons arrive, Those alive...

The Journalist: 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...

Why do we have to fall in love, couldn't we just be friends? Why do we have to say goodbye, does this have to be the end. Why does it have to feel so strong, why does it have to die, Why does it have to take so long to...

I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna love the things you're dreaming of. I don't wanna be in your dream, I don't wanna love the things you've seen. I don't wanna love you half this much, I don't wanna love the things...

I came here last year for a weekend stay, to get away for a couple of days. I climbed into a hammock in a field of grass, when I woke up my 2 days had passed. Chorus: Blue skies, white sand, two red eyes and a mariachi...