Mock Mozart (feat. Anthony Hopkins) - Peter Ustinov & Roger Vignoles

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 By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone The summer sun is fading as the year grows old And darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you're not here I watch the birds fly south across the Autumn sky And one by one they disappear I wish that I was flying with them Now you're not here Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away Through Autumns golden gown we used to kick our way You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here Fire suddenly leapt from house to house The population panicked and ran and I was swept along with them Aimless and lost without Carrie Finally I headed eastward for the ocean And my only hope of survival a boat out of England Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes As if to hide a lonely tear My life will be forever Autumn 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate More and more people joined the painful exodus Sad, weary woman, their children stumbling and streaked with tears Their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulder with beggars and outcasts Dogs snarled and whined, the horses bits were covered with foam And here and there were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest We saw tripods wading up the Thames Cutting through bridges as though they were paper Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge One appeared above Big Ben Ulla! Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together This was no disciplined march it was a stampede without order and without a goal Six million people unarmed and un-provisioned, driving headlong It was the beginning of the rout of civilisation, of the massacre of mankind A vast crown buffeted me toward the already packed steamer I looked up enviously at those safely onboard straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie At sight of me she began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank At that very moment it was raised, And I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away Through Autumns golden gown we used to kick our way You always loved this time of year Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here 'Cause you're not here

More than fifty thousand names Are carved on Ypres' Menin gate Of soldiers who have no known graves Just their destiny and date Witness and last testament Name and rank and regiment Is now all that survives From so many squandered lives And for every name inscribed The poor bereaved were left to mourn The passing of all those who died With no white cross on tended lawn No place to go to contemplate The sacrifice this wicked waste No footprint left to show where once they trod Allegedly known unto god From Ypres Arras Aisne and Somme Six unknown soldiers were exhumed A blindfold general picked one man And reverently they brought him home Six black horses drew the hearse Through silent London crowds immersed In deepest thought belief or wishful prayer That it might be their own boy there The metal tyres on the carriage wheels Played the tuneless requiem The sky as grey as bayonet steel Above the sombre hatless men One more enemy to kill That remaining sense of guilt That through it all somehow they had survived Returned to mothers sweethearts wives Familiar streets their own backyards Their medals and all praise ignored Relieved to be his honour guard And walk with him their true reward While far from pomp and circumstance Across the autumn fields of France The trenches start to slowly fill and fade The bloody page turned by the ploughman's blade Thankfully we'll never know If he was constant strong or frail Scared or brave in equal parts Country tanned or city pale A carefree youth or thoughtful lad Not wholly good or wholly bad A bomb does not judge how you played your part A bullet stops a lions heart With softest cloth and gentlest broom To sweep and wipe cathedral dust Like dried tears from this marble tomb Take care for he was one of us In perfect irony and grief The bride's bouquet becomes a wreath And wrapped beneath dark angels folded wings Tommy Atkins rests with kings

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 Artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt. Anyone here? Come in. Here, drink this. Thank you. What's happened? They wiped us out. Hundreds dead, maybe thousands. The Heat Ray? The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made. Massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked. They attacked us! They wiped us out! Machines? Fighting machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night. Yes. It looked bound for London. London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her Father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once. And me. Got to report to headquarters if there's anything left of it. At Byfleet we came upon an inn, but it was deserted. Is everybody dead? Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by. [Artilleryman: ] Bows and arrows against the Lightning. They haven't seen the Heat Ray yet. We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, There was a heavy explosion. The ground heaved, Windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted in the air. Look! There they are! What did I tell you? Quickly, one after the other, Four of the fighting machines appeared. Monstrous tripods, Higher than the tallest steeple, Striding over pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of glistening metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I realized With horror that I'd seen this awful thing before. A fifth machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, Flourished the funnel high in the air - and the ghostly terrible Heat Ray struck the town. As it struck, All five fighting machines exulted, Emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder. Ulla! Ulla! The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously, Decapitating a fighting machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to the four winds, And the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, Went whirling to destruction. As the other monsters advanced, People ran away blindly, the artilleryman among them, But I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe. Now the guns spoke again, But this time the heat ray sent them to oblivion. Ulla! With a white flash, The Heat Ray swept across the river. Scalded, Half-blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, Hissing water towards the shore, I fell helplessly, In full view of the Martians, expecting nothing but death. The foot of a fighting machine came down close to my head, Then lifted again, As the four Martians carried away the debris of their Fallen comrade. . and I realized that by a miracle I had escaped. Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!

Zither, Rachel, cardamom, frost - But at what cost? Threshold, skin, fortress, win - A life of sin Pliers, tension, toy store, grace - The human race Raking, fourteen, basket, screw - Now how 'bout you? Passion, cardboard, raisin, stop - A better crop Field, cater, open, new - Who's mocking who? It's just a mock song Gas, thirsty, rattle, tick - A bone to pick Fountain, egg, treason, cave - Will you dance on grave? Throat, carrot, meeting, choke - I got that joke Temper, thistle, Rodney, wilt - The house I built Fewer, pink, Kyle, ball - I've known them all Penny, thistle, cell phone, blow - Reap what you sow Because it's just a mock song Call it what you will