[특선 72] Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of 'The War Of The Worlds'

1987. 6. 12-17 

Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of 'The War Of The Worlds' ('78) ★★★★★ masterpiece

1. Eve of the War [9:06] 
2. Horsell Common and the Heat Ray [11:36] 
3. The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine [10:28] 
4. Forever Autumn [7:55] 1986년 애청곡
5. Thunder Child [6:02] 
6. Red Weed, Pt. 1 [5:51] 
7. The Spirit of Man [11:36] 
8. Red Weed, Pt. 2 [7:00] 
9. Brave New World [12:08] 
10. Dead London [8:37] 
11. Epilogue, Pt. 1 [4:35] 
12. Epilogue, Pt. 2 

Executive Producer - Jerry Wayne 
Composed, Orchestrated, Conducted and Produced by Jeff Wayne 
Lyrics by Garry Osborne except "The Eve Of The War" by Jeff Wayne and "Forever Autumn" by Gary Osborne and Paul Vigrass 
Written by Doreen Wayne, adapted from the H.G. Wells novel "The War Of The Worlds" 
Dramatic and Narrative Sections Directed by Charles Dubin and Jerry Wayne 

Vocal - Justin Hayward 
Vocal - Chris Thompson 
The Journalist - Richard Burton 
Beth - Julie Covington 
The Artilleryman - David Essex 
Parson Nathaniel - Philip Lynott 
Guitars - Chris Spedding, Jo Pattridge (The Heat Ray) 
Bass Guitar - Herbie Flowers 
Drums - Barry Morgan 
Percussion - Barry Da Souza, Roy Jones, Ray Cooper 
Keyboards and Synthesisers - Ken 'Prof Freeman and Jeff Wayne 
Tar, Santur and Zither - George Fenton 
Backing Vocals by Paul Vigrass, Gary Osborne and Billy Lawrie 
Epilogue voices by Jeff Wayne 
SFX by Pest 
Musical Co-ordination my Music Activity Management and The General Booking Company 
Art Director and Logo Design - John Pasche 
Published by Jeff Wayne Music Ltd. except "Forever Autumn" published by Jeff Wayne Music Ltd./Duchess Music Inf. 
Engineer - Geoff Young assisted by Laurence Diana 
A 48 track production recorded at Advision Studios, London, May 1976-July 1977 
Master by Bill Foster at Tape One, London 

4. Forever Autumn
Journalist: 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,                      but 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 autumn's 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.    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.	한 해가 저물어 가면서 여름날 햇살은 식어 가고  어두운 나날이 다가 오고 있어  당신이 여기 없으니  겨울 바람은 더더욱 차가울 거야 가을 하늘을 너머 남녘으로 하나 둘씩 사라지는  새들을 바라 보고 있어  당신이 여기 없으니  나도 저 새들과 함께 날아 가고 싶어 나무 사이로 들려오는 노래처럼 다가와 날 사랑했던  당신은  잎새에 이는 바람처럼 사라져 버렸어  황금빛 가운을 입을 가을 속을 함께 걸었던 당신과 나  이 계절을 좋아했던 당신이  이제 여기에 없으니  낙엽은 방해 받지 않겠지  나무 사이로 들려오는 노래처럼 다가와 날 사랑했던  당신은 잎새에 이는 바람처럼 사라져 버렸어  외로운 눈물을 감추려는 듯 지친 내 눈에  살포시 비가 내리고  당신이 여기 없으니  내 삶은 언제나 가을로 남아 있을 거야

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Journalist: 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 

Journalist: As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their children stumbling and steaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders 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 say tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through bridges as though they were paper-Waterloo Bridge, Westminster Bridge...One appeared above Big Ben. 

Martians: Ulla! 

Journalist: 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 unprovisioned, driving headlong. It was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the massacre of mankind. 

A vast crowd buffered me towards the already pack steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on board-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 autumn's 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 

Martians: Ulla! 

Journalist: The steamer began to move slowly away-but on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a Fighting Machine. Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees, plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer. Between them lay the silent, grey Ironclad 'Thunder Child'. Slowly it moved towards shore; then, with a deafening roar and whoosh of spray, it swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians.