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Akkoorden: Dₘ D C A
Toonsoort: Dₘ
bpm: 125
Stemming: 440 Hz
Artiest: Jeff Wayne
jam sessies: 12
Laatst gewijzigd: 29 juli 2019

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No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth centuryThat human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of spaceNo one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinizedAs someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of waterFew men even considered the possibility of life on other planetsAnd yet, across the gulf of spaceMinds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyesAnd slowly and surelyThey drew their plans against usAt midnight, on the 12th of AugustA huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards EarthAcross two hundred million miles of voidInvisibly hurtling towards usCame the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to EarthAs I watched, there was another jet of gasIt was another missile, starting on it's wayAnd that's how it was for the next ten nightsA flare, spurting out from MarsBright green, drawing a green mist behind itA beautiful, but somehow disturbing sightOgilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no dangerHe was convinced there could be no living thing on that remoteForbidding planetThe chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, he said (ahh)The chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, but still, they comeThen came the night the first missile approached EarthIt was thought to be an ordinary falling starBut next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the commonAnd Ogilvy came to examine what lay thereA cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hotWith faint sounds of movement coming from withinSuddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewingAnd Ogilvy feared there was a man inside trying to escapeHe rushed to the cylinder but the intense heat stopped himBefore he could burn himself on the metalThe chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, he said (ahh)The chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, but still, they comeYes, the chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, he said (ahh)The chances of anything coming from MarsAre a million to one, but still, they comeIt seems totally incredible to me now thatEveryone spent that evening as though it were just like any otherFrom the railway station came the sound of shunting trainsRinging and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distanceIt all seemed so safe and tranquilLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind | Door: Jeff Wayne | Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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