The Ballad Of You - Jefferson Airplane

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Horsell Common And The Heat Ray - Jeff Wayne Journalist: Next morning, a crowd gathered on the Common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of

The Red W**d(Stephen Murphy) - Jeff Wayne Next day, the dawn was a brilliant, fiery red And I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape Of another planet f

Dead London - Jeff Wayne Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked an

The Eve Of The War - Jeff Wayne Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from t