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Gary Numan
Gary Numan


Background information
Birth name Gary Anthony James Webb
Born March 8, 1958
Born place Hammersmith, West London, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Synthpop
New Wave
Electronic
Industrial Rock
Gothic Rock
Years active 1977—present
Label(s) Eagle Records
Atco Records
Beggars Banquet Records
Metropolis Records
Associated acts Nine Inch Nails
Fear Factory
Tubeway Army
Dramatis
Paul Gardiner
Shakatak
Website Website



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Gary Numan Album


The Fury (1985)
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No Shelter
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This Ship Comes Apart
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Here am I like a target in flesh
One more time for you to call out the dogs
Passengers with a ticket to burn and burn
I'm burnt out they won't leave me alone, alone

Talk flash, you left a taste in my mouth
You will learn
I'm still waiting for you, you know, you know

I'm a slogan, an old story, a disease
Never again
I don't like this new anger
These young boys just make me laugh
This picture I'm so nervous
The DJ says 'Who are you?'
Look at me, I'm shaking
I don't know if I can move

Like down, like down

I don't need
This attention again
I've lost time
I could lose everything
I told you this is all just show, you know, you know

Talk flash doesn't win you a prize
You will learn
That you've nowhere to go, so go, so go

I'm a slogan, an old story, a disease
Never again
I don't like this new anger
These young boys just make me laugh
This picture I'm so nervous
The DJ says 'Who are you?'
Look at me, I'm shaking

. . .



This disease
I'm out of my class
This disease
I'm needle sick again
This disease
We must expect such things
This disease
Oh she finds me the girls

Tick tock tick
All gone, all gone, all gone
Tick tock tick
Whispering goodbye
Tick tock tick
Who is talking?
Tick tock tick
I don't have the choice

Here we are
Here we are

Look at me
A puppet dancing on strings
Look at me
And this is easy?
Look at me
I've got the screams
Look at me
Words failing

This disease

. . .



My confession
I'll steal anything in sight or sound
My confession
This is the sound of fear
And I'll fall down
No more pictures
For now now now
No more pictures
For now now now

I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever loved at all

I don't need it
If you're gonna leave
Then do it soon
I don't need it
Everything you've ever seen I've seen before

Leave her to me
For now now now
Leave her to me
For now now now

I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever loved at all

I don't need it
I don't need it
I don't need it
For now now now
I don't need it
For now now now

I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever laughed at me
Your fascination leaves me cold
I don't suppose you ever loved at all

If you want it
Every little girl is welcome here
If you want it
Every little girl is welcome here
If you want it
Every little girl is welcome here
If you want it

. . .



I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in forgiving
I don't believe I can go on
I won't remember why
I don't believe in long goodbyes
Never look back for me

It's over
And everything has gone
And everything has gone away

I don't remember the faces
I don't remember the feelings
I don't remember your stories
I won't remember you
I don't remember our secrets

. . .



The sound of breathing
'Protect this disease in me'
She said
The sound of breathing
I have never known fear like this before

I remember
'The beauty's old but still as good'
She said
I remember
That I woke up in a cold, dark room again

We are new men
We're the service, the pleasure skin
We are new men
No words, no image
No hope and fame

No shelter
You could feel the bitch outside the door
No shelter
She said

. . .



I need it
The sex skin habit
You could just crawl out and forget I'm here
I need it
Love and something
I'd just as soon forget so
Keep it out the papers
I need it
The sex musicians
I'll show you something while the boys beat time
I need it
And she's still waiting
We like to wake up in a strange bed romance
I need it

You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
One more time
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
Please one more time
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
Please one more time for me
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
I'm talking far too much about my shame

I need it
Creatures calling
I'll tear my heart out but I need some more
I need it
I'm under pressure
I don't remember if her story's true

I need it
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
One more time
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
Please one more time
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
Please one more time for me
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies
I'm talking far too much about my shame

I need it

. . .



I've seen the 'action'
All kinds of people
Seen things disgusting
I've seen it all

I've heard excuses
All kinds of stories
I've heard confessions
I've heard it all

They wrote bad poems
Painted bad pictures
They say we used them
I'm not so sure

Some call it love and
Some call it affection
I don't believe it
It's all clean young flesh

And we all fall down
We all fall down

You say you want it
Dress to kill and kill me
We could play new games
And you could lose

Don't tell your mother
Or some jealous husband
Don't talk of love just
Send me a postcard

We need to feel it
We need to feel it
I've lost all patience
You'll lose all pride

I've no conversation
I've no good intentions
I've room for one more
I've room for you

They say we're 'corrupted'
They say we're 'disturbing'
I don't know
It must be true

They say we're 'reckless'
They say we're 'vicious'
It's just a rumour
We don't leave scars

She likes the movement
She like the motion
She likes to whisper
But then she likes to scream

She likes the dancing
She likes the make-up
She likes to forget

. . .



I was waiting for something
I was listening to my breathing
Like a man listening to life

I was looking for fire
It could take me or leave me
It could all just burn away

The oxygen law
It remains me

I'd been surrounded for hours
By the sound of thinking metal
And I knew something was wrong

I can tell you what fear is
It is the smell of burning
And I'd been close once before

I waited a long time
How I survived God only knows
It seemed like forever
How I survived God only knows
I don't like the memory
How I survived God only knows
How I survived God only knows

I remember the feeling
I'll remember forever
How it all just came apart

I don't believe in praying
I don't believe in a God
Now I quetion everything

The dreamer is gone
I'm an old man

I could tell you of horror
I could show you the pieces
But I just want to forget

I'm not sure if I saw it
I'm not sure if I heard it
I just screamed 'I can't get out'

. . .



So you're gone
Singing some old love song
I've nothing more to lose

I'm surrounded
By old stories
With nowhere to hide

I could tear
All your pictures
I could tear everything

You told me
Time makes it easy
But you never told me time stands still

I can't believe this
I can't believe how it hurts
I can't believe this
I can't believe how love burns away
I remember

I can't sleep
All your words
seem to let me down

Where are you
Why don't you call
It's been a long long time

I still remember
I still remember it all
I still remember
I still remember how love burned away

This could be
My last song

. . .



I'm standing for someone or something
I read it in the papers.
I still remember
I heard it on the radio.

CHORUS:
I'm a slogan, an old story,
A disease, never again.
I don't like this, new anger,
These young boys, just make me laugh.
This picture, I'm so nervous,
The DJ says "who are you?"
Look at me, I'm shaking,
I don't know if I can move.

Working boys ?????? tonight

I don't want to be a ???? picture
I don't want to be an old man
I don't want to be a good friend
I don't want to be a hero.


. . .



We are not
What you've been waiting for
We are not
The things you need
We are not
Softly singing love songs
All we are
Here for is white

Room for one more
Here in this room
We play games
Room for one more
Here in this room
You can leave it all

We need it
To keep the shakes away
We need it
To help us breathe
We need it
For everything we feel
We need it
Like we need you

Room for one more
Here in this room
We play games
Room for one more
Here in this room
You can leave it all

We break down
Start up the smiles I s'pose
You learn quick
Or you learn nothing
One more game
Just leaves us wanting more
This young love
Just leaves us cold

Room for one more
Here in this room
We play games
Room for one more
Here in this room

. . .



The world's fading, we can't get down
One island, we all break down


. . .

No Shelter

[No lyrics]

. . .

This Ship Comes Apart

[No lyrics]

. . .



I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for something to pray
I'm losing,
I'm losing and I can't get out

This feeling,
this feeling crawls inside again
I'm falling,
I'm falling down, I'm helpless

I can feel it,
something here is all wrong
I can feel it,
something here is all wrong
I can't stop this feeling,
something here is all wrong
I can't stop this feeling

I remember,
I remember trying to allow
I remember,
I remember around it all
I remember,
I remember all the screaming
I remember,
I remember the fear

I can feel it,
something here is all wrong
I can feel it,
something here is all wrong
I can't stop this feeling,
something here is all wrong

. . .



Look at me I'm crying
I wish my tears would show
I'm surrounded by a room
That I've been in for years

How can they do this
How can they do this to me
How can they do this to me again

Have you seen all the pictures
Have you seen things they do
Please help me
Love doesn't live here
Take a good look and cry

I remember

I'm broken
And don't hurt and show
No one can hear
Time runs out
Wont someone come
All that I need is you

Look at me I'm dying

. . .


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