Brave New World Paroles

But maybe from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start-we'll start all over again-all over again-all over again-all over again.

We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks right under their noses-right under their feet! Everything we need-banks, prisons and schools... We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff, and men like you'll teach the kids. Not poems and rubbish-science, so we can get everything working. We'll build villages and towns and ...and...we'll play each other at cricket! Listen, maybe one day we'll capture a Fighting Macine, eh? Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop! Our turn to do some wiping out! Whoosh with our Heat Ray-Whoosh! And them running and dying, beaten at their own game. Man on top again!

Now our domination of the Earth is fading fast
And out of the confusion the chance has come at last
To build a better future from the ashes of the past.
In a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
Look-man is born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
In cages of convention from the cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but the strong will be saved
In a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
I'm not trying to tell you what to be And it's going to have to start with me and you.
Yes!
I'm not trying to tell you what to be
Oh no, oh no, not me
But if mankind is to survive
The people left alive
They're gonna have to build this world anew
Yes and we will have to be the chosen few
Just think of all the poverty, the hatred and the lies
And imagine the destruction of all that you despise
Slowly from the ashes the phoenix will arise
In a brave new world.
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
Take a look around you at the world you've loved so well
And bid the ageing empire of man a last farewell
It may not sound like Heaven but at least it isn't Hell
It's a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start-we'll start all over again-all over again-all over again-all over again.

I've got a plan! Can't you just see it? Civilization starting all over again-a second chance. We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast, go there for our holidays. Nothing can stop men like us. I've made a start already. Come on down here and have a look.

Journalist: In the cellar was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long, that had taken him a week to dig. I could have dug that much in a day, and I suddenly had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and his powers.

Artilleryman: It's doing the workin' and the thinkin' that wears a feller out. I'm ready for a bit of a rest. How about a drink, eh? Nothing but champagne, now I'm the boss.

Journalist: We drank and then he insisted upon playing cards. With our species on the edge of extermination, with no prospect but a horrible death, we actually played games.

Later he talked more of his plan, but I saw flames flashing in the deep blue night, Red Weed glowing, tripod figures moving distantly-and I put down my champagne glass. I felt like a traitor to my kind and I knew I must leave this strange dreamer.

Artilleryman:

Take a look around you at the world we've come to know
Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show
Maybe from the madness something beautiful will grow...