Letras de The Red Weed (part Two) de Jeff Wayne
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again, i was on my way to london through towns and villages that were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolated, deserted. man's empire had passed away, taken swiftly and without error by these creatures who were composed entirely of brain. unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used different bodies according to their needs. they never tired, never slept, and never suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause all fevers and other morbidities.
artilleryman: halt! who goes there?
journalist: er, a friend...
artilleryman: be on your way, this is my territory!
journalist: your territory? what do you mean?
artilleryman: wait a minute... it's you! the man from maybury hill!
journalist: good heavens, the artilleryman. i thought you'd surely burned.
artilleryman: i thought you'd surely drowned.
journalist: have you seen any martians?
artilleryman: everywhere. we're done for all right.
journalist: we can't just give up.
artilleryman: `course we can't. it's now that we've got to start fighting. not against them, cause we can't win. now, we've got to fight for survival. i reckon we can make it. i've got a plan.