Brave New World
Dario G & David Essex Lyrics


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Artilleryman: We're gonna build a whole new world for ourselves. Look, they clap eyes on us and we're dead, right? So, we gotta make a new life where they'll never find us. You know where? Underground. You should see it down there, hundreds of miles of drains, sweet and clean now after the rain, dark, quiet, safe. We can build houses and everything, start again from scratch. And what's so bad about living underground, eh? S'not been so great living up here, if you want my opinion.

Brave New World

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
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!

Artilleryman: 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 then like you we'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 machine, 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!

Artilleryman
Now our domination of the earth is fading fast,
And out of the confusion a 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,
Oh no, oh no, not me...
But if mankind is to survive, the people life alive,
They're gonna have to build this world anew
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 aging 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!

Artilleryman: Can't you just see it? Civilization starting all over again! A second chance! Heh- 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.

In the cellar there was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long. It 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 power.

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

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 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...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Dario G & David Essex's song Brave New World explore the idea of starting afresh and building a new world for humanity. The Artilleryman suggests that they will live underground and build everything they need from scratch. The idea is that they will teach the children science instead of "poems and rubbish," and they will build towns and villages. The Artilleryman suggests that they will even capture a fighting machine and learn how to make them, effectively turning the tables and wiping out their opponents. The song suggests that humanity has become enslaved by the conventions and cages of society, and that only a handful of people can truly rebuild society from the ashes of the past.


The song explores the idea of a "Brave New World," where humanity can start again from scratch. The idea of living underground and building everything from scratch is seen as a fresh start for humanity. The Artilleryman suggests that they will build everything they need, from hospitals and shops to schools and banks. The song suggests that they will even play cricket and capture fighting machines to wipe out their enemies. The song emphasizes that only a handful of people can truly rebuild society, and humanity must start anew if it is to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Take a look around you at the world we've come to know
Observing the present world to acknowledge its madness and chaos.


Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show
Conveying the idea that the world appears to be nothing more than a spectacle of chaos and madness.


Maybe from the madness, something beautiful will grow
Suggesting the possibility of finding beauty in the midst of chaos and madness.


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!
Envisioning a new world built with a handful of men, starting from scratch.


Now our domination of the earth is fading fast,
Acknowledging that humanity's power and control over the earth is waning.


And out of the confusion a chance has come at last, To build a better future from the ashes of the past,
Optimistically suggesting that from the confusion of the present, there is an opportunity to build a better future.


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,
Explaining how humans are born in freedom but become enslaved by societal conventions, where only the strong will survive.


But if mankind is to survive, the people left alive, Yes and we will have to be the chosen few...
Pointing out that survival of humanity depends on a chosen few.


And imagine the destruction of all that you despise, Slowly from the ashes the phoenix will arise,
Suggesting that from the destruction of things we detest, a new beginning will emerge.


Take a look around you at the world you've loved so well, And bid the aging empire of man a last farewell
Acknowledging the end of the world as we know it and accepting the reality of saying goodbye to it.


It may not sound like heaven but at least it isn't hell
Admitting that the brave new world may not be perfect, but it's better than the current situation.


In the cellar there was a tunnel scarcely ten yards long. It 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 power.
Revealing the disconnect between the Artilleryman's ambitious plans and his ability to bring them to fruition.


It's doing the working and the thinking that wears a fellow out. I'm ready for a bit of a rest. How about a drink, eh? Nothing but champagne now I'm the boss.
Expressing the Artilleryman's fatigue from working and thinking too much and his desire to take a break and enjoy the fruits of his labor.


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 a traitor to my kind, and I knew I must leave this strange dreamer.
Narrating the singer's disillusionment with the Artilleryman's vision and the realization that his plans were nothing but a delusion.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GARY OSBORNE, JEFF WAYNE

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