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It's 6:30 p.m. on a cool spring evening. |
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I'm standing at the sink washing dishes and gazing through the window at a rolling red sky. |
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It's all a part of the daily ritual. |
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Once in awhile my attention wanders as the voice on the radio gives me new information. |
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Crises and wonders in unequal doses. |
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Some of it sinks in and some of it just sort of floats by...in one ear out the other. |
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A normal spring evening. The sort of evening where you're just happy to be alive. |
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Just happy to be standing here washing dishes. |
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THIS IS A NEWS FLASH. |
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REPORTS ARE REACHING US THAT A FORMATION OF APPROXIMATELY FIFTEEN FLYING SAUCERS CAN BE SEEN IN THE SKY OVER ST. IVES CORNWALL. |
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THE SPOKESMAN FOR THE MINISTRY OF DEFENSE HAS CONFIRMED IT CANNOT BE ASCERTAINED WHERE THEY COME FROM AND THAT THEY DEFINITELY ARE NOT WEATHER BALLOONS. |
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AS SOON AS WE KNOW MORE WE'LL TELL YOU ABOUT IT. |
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The saucers are coming. |
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ThE eYEs OF tHe WOrLd aRE uPon YOu. |
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THe hOPeS aNd PrAYErs oF LibERty LOviNg PeOPLe eVERywHEre mArch WiTH yoU. |
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(this is Edward speaking as two different news reporters at the same time) |
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IT'S 6:35 ON A CLEAR SPRING EVENING (it's 6:35 on a cool spring evening) |
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AND I'M STANDING IN A FIELD JUST OUTSIDE JAMESTOWN. |
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(and i'm standing in a field just outside ?japan?) |
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IT'S UNBELIEVABLE. |
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IMAGINE THE SKY IS LITERALLY COVERED BY FOUR GREEN AND SILVER DISCS. |
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(it's unbelievable. the sky is covered by four green and silver discs.) |
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THERE ARE PEOPLE CRYING IN DROVES |
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(some are reflecting orange in the sun that's setting) |
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THERE ARE OTHERS AROUND CAMPFIRES |
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(there are people crying in droves) |
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KEEPING WARM. AND THERE ARE CROWDS BEHIND ROPED OFF AREAS TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS. |
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(some people are sitting in tents and around campfires in some self-styled welcome committee) |
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SOME PEOPLE HAVE EVEN SET UP SOME SORT OF SELF-STYLED WELCOMING COMMITTEE AND BANNERS BEARING MANDELBROT SYMBOLS. ( |
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there are crowds behind roped off areas taking photographs.) |
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IT'S INCREDIBLE. AND AS I SPEAK THE FIRST TANKS ARE ARRIVING. |
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(...self- styled welcoming committee and banners bearing the ?mantlecross?. and as i speak the first tanks are arriving. |
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AND NOW AS THE SUN TURNS ORANGE IN THE WESTERN SKY EACH OF THE SILVER DISCS IS CHANGING COLOR. |
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THERE ARE NOW HUNDREDS OF SETTING SUNS IN THE SKY. |
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(a lot of static and low voices) |
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...with green... |
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...photos being taken... |
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...now... |
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What else can I say? |
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Their green? |
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They haven't showed their faces yet |
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Haven't heard their voices yet. |
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They're there but they're inside. ??? ??? ??? comprehend ??? ??? ??? |
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WiTh LiBErty aND ?cHAOs?, ?hELLo LOndOn?. GOOdnIGHt TO YoU aLL. |
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Come to me. I've been waiting so long. |
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I don't know who you are or what you are. |
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Whether you're our past or our future. |
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But I need you because I've waited long enough. |
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And the saucers fly through the open window. |
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They glide through my fingers. |
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They land on my chest. |
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They make knots in my hair. |
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And I'm open and expecting on my makeshift alter. |
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Prepared for what ever the new people will deliver. |
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I trust. Because what else should I do but trust. |
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What else should we do but trust. |
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THEY SHOULD TAKE THE TAX BACK. |
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This is bigger than all of us so we may as well lay down and trust. |
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There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names. |
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There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names. |
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...??? ??? OUTSIDE OF OUR COMPREHENSION... |
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(completely outside their comprehension.)... |
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TRYING TO ??? ???. TRYING TO ???. |
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??? ??? EVERYWHERE ??? BUT SITTING ON TOP THEIR ??? |
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(i think they're just sitting on the job. i think they are playing with our minds.) |
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??? ??? I DON'T THINK THEY EVEN CARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE. |
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[There is no moon tonight, but the stars are whispering our names.] |
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(i don't think they care about what the people think.) |
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WE MUST TRUST THEM. YOU MUST TRUST OUR JUDGMENT. |
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(Everywhere road to the west country is blocked with traffic.) |
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(how do we trust their judgment?) |
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(People are coming from all over the country.) |
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(but i don't think they've got anything under control.) |
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BUT WE'LL GET THERE. WE'LL GET THERE. |
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(yeah...they just don't get it.) |
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WE'LL GET THERE. |
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Oh thank christ. |