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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeff Wayne
Jeff Wayne
Conductor
Richard Burton
Richard Burton
Performer
Gary Osborne
Gary Osborne
Background Vocals
Paul Vigrass
Paul Vigrass
Background Vocals
Billy Lawrie
Billy Lawrie
Background Vocals
Jo Partridge
Jo Partridge
Guitar
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Guitar
George Fenton
George Fenton
Zither
Herbie Flowers
Herbie Flowers
Bass Guitar
Ray Cooper
Ray Cooper
Percussion
Gareth Cousins
Gareth Cousins
Programming
Roy Jones
Roy Jones
Percussion
Barry Da Souza
Barry Da Souza
Percussion
Barry Morgan
Barry Morgan
Drums
Ken Freeman
Ken Freeman
Synthesizer
Jerry Wayne
Jerry Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Wayne
Jeff Wayne
Composer
Gareth Cousins
Gareth Cousins
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gareth Cousins
Gareth Cousins
Mixing Engineer
Jerry Wayne
Jerry Wayne
Executive Producer
Geoff Young
Geoff Young
Engineer
G. Schurrer
G. Schurrer
Assistant Engineer
Laurence Diana
Laurence Diana
Assistant Engineer
Gary Langan
Gary Langan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 food And outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement Ulla! I stopped, staring toward to sound It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had found a voice for its fear and solitude Ulla! The desolating cry worked upon my mind The wailing took possession of me I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I alive, when London in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably towards that cry Ulla! I saw, over the trees on Primrose hill, the Fighting Machine from which the howling came I crossed Regents canal There stood a second machine, upright, but a still as the first Ulla! Ul-! Abruptly, the sound ceased Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite I looked up and saw a third machine It was erect and motionless, like the others An inane resolve possessed me I would give my life to the Martians, here and now I marched recklessly towards the titan and saw a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood I began running along the road, I felt no fear, only a wild trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill, and the Martians camp was below me A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians Dead! Slain after all mans devices had failed, by the humblest things on Earth, Bacteria, Minute, invisible bacteria! Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them From that moment they were doomed!
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