Richard Anthony

Qu'est-ce qui me prends Je me sens soudain tout drôle Comme si j'avais un oiseau sur mon épaule Qu'est-ce qu'il m'arrive aujourd'hui je suis amoureux de ma femme (T'es tout bizarre, c'est tout à fait normal) Comme au premier jour je suis amoureux de ma femme (Est-il vraiment dans son état normal?) J'ai envie de l'embrasser besoin de la caresser Je sens me piquer au coeur une merveilleuse et tendre douleur Comme un collégien je suis amoureux de ma femme (Qu'est-ce qu'il te prend? Es-tu vraiment sérieux?) Je la trouve belle, je la chante sur toute la gamme (On fait tous ça quand on est amoureux) Demain je brise les ponts, je prends deux billets d'avion Et je vais me l'emmener prendre des vacances en jeunes mariés Depuis longtemps déjà n'existait plus rien Nous restait seulement la bourse en commun Et souvent s'installait au fond de mon coeur Pour un jour ou deux un nouveau bonheur Qui sait peut-être nous nous sommes mariés trop jeunes Et j'avais besoin de vivre ma vie d'homme De toutes mes idylles j'en ai fait le tour Je sais que c'est elle mon unique amour C'est drôle aujourd'hui je suis amoureux de ma femme (T'es tout bizarre, c'est tout à fait normal) Comme au premier jour je suis amoureux de ma femme (Est-il vraiment dans son état normal?) Je me sens prêt à passer, trois jours à rester coucher Trois jours à lui faire l'amour, trois nuits sans dormir Trois jours sans sortir Qui sait peut-être nous nous sommes mariés trop jeunes Et j'avais besoin de vivre ma vie d'homme De toutes mes idylles j'en ai fait le tour Je sais que c'est elle mon unique amour Quelle chance aujourd'hui je suis amoureux de ma femme

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

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!

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 being scrutinized As someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets And yet, across the gulf of space Minds immeasurably superior to ours Regarded this Earth with envious eyes And slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us At midnight, on the 12th of August A huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth Across two hundred million miles of void Invisibly hurtling towards us Came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth As I watched, there was another jet of gas It was another missile, starting on its way And that's how it was for the next ten nights A flare, spurting out from Mars Bright green, drawing a green mist behind it A beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote Forbidding planet The chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, he said The chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, but still, they come Then came the night the first missile approached Earth It was thought to be an ordinary falling star But next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the common And Ogilvy came to examine what lay there A cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot With faint sounds of movement coming from within Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing And Ogilvy feared there was a man inside trying to escape He rushed to the cylinder but the intense heat stopped him Before he could burn himself on the metal The chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, he said The chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, but still, they come Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, he said The chances of anything coming from Mars Are a million to one, but still, they come It seems totally incredible to me now that Everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains Ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance It all seemed so safe and tranquil