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GARY NUMAN - REPLICAS
01. Me! I
Disconnect From You
02. Are Friends Electric?
03. The Machman
04. Praying To The Aliens
05. Down In The Park
06. You Are In My Vision
07. Replicas
08. It Must Have Been Years
09. When The Machines
Rock
10. I Nearly Married A Human
CD Bonus Tracks
11. Do You Need The Service?
12. The Crazies
13. Only A Downstat
14. We Have A Technical
15. We Are So Fragile
16. I Nearly Married A Human 2
the alarm rang for days you could tell from conversations i was waiting by the screen i couldn't recognise my photograph me, i disconnect from you i was walking up the stairs something moved in silence i could feel his mind decaying only inches away from me and i disconnect from you please don't turn me off i don't know what i'm doing outside me and the telephone that never rings if you were me what would you do me, i disconnect from you
it's cold outside
and the paint's peeling off of my walls
there's a man outside
in a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette
now the light fades out
and i'm wondering what i'm doing in a room like this
there's a knock on the door
and just for a second i thought i remembered you
so now i'm alone
now i can think for myself
about little deals
and S.U.'s
and things that i just don't understand
like a white lie that night
or a slight touch at times
i don't think it meant anything to you
so i open the door
it's the `friend' that i'd left in the hallway
"please sit down"
a candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed
you know i hate to ask
but are `friends' electric?
only mine's broke down
and now i've no one to love
so i find out your reason
for the phone calls and smiles
and it hurts
and i'm lonely
and i should never have tried
and i missed you tonight
so it's time to leave
you see it meant everything to me
i saw him turn on like a machine in the park saying `please come with me' but you've been there before i saw him whirr away into the night like a nightmare on wheels saying `never again' i'd give it all up for you i'd even be a number just for you the strangest living boy you could ever wish to see `that's me' yellowed newspapers tell the story of someone `do you know this man' tomorrow the cure only police ever see night time for real turn on the light and cry `no more, no more' i was standing outside your door waiting for the grey men to go when my mind turned on me with a vengeance i had never known my own everyone heard the voice on the radio saying `why move around and waste my time' there are no independants anymore the tape is a circle but who really cares i saw you behind the wall i even heard you laugh at me you disgust me tonight with your answer to something new that's you
slowly the thought "there is no one to replace" came into view and he began to cry now only boys that love only boys the perfect picture of a boy/girl age Chorus: i'm praying to the aliens i'm praying to the aliens grey overcoatand he could be anyone a random pol' check"do you ever think of women" they broke him down like a torn old queen living somewhere between dead and dying (chorus) there are no more do you begin to see the corner of my eye could give me away isn't it strange how times change i can't imagine living any other way (chorus)
down in the park where the machmen meet the machines and play `kill-by-numbers' down in the park with a friend called `five' i was in a car crash or was it the war but i've never been quite the same little white lies like "i was there" come to "zom-zom's" a place to eat like it was built in one day you can watch the humans trying to run oh look there's a rape machine i'd go outside if he'd look the other way you wouldn't believe the things they do down in the park where the chant is "death, death, death" until the sun cries morning down in the park with friends of mine "we are not lovers we are not romantics we are here to serve you" a different face but the words never change
fade to screens of violence like a TV screen but silent where the victims are all paid by the hour staring at the ceiling that she gyrates all around me i am trying to forget she's done this all before far too many people for a quiet night with myself oh i could be anyone tonight focus on a feeling i've detected while i'm sleeping sing a chorus of "On Broadway" and deny it all Chorus: you are in my vision i can't turn my face you are in my vision i can't move my eyes you are in my vision i can't move at all you are in my vision delicate bodies that decay beneath their clothing play cards in an empty house in Paris the wreckage of a hero lies broken in a corner and everyone pretends they like to live that way (chorus)
it was hard to avoid i suppose it was the shame but they didn't even try you see we'd never met and they didn't have names there was nothing i could do so i turned on the crowd and i screamed "you and you" "it could have been you" and they seemed to think that i looked that way or maybe i was wrong so i said do you know Mr. Wall and they looked the other way and then they smiled at me but the police came and i said it was me and i just walked away
a radio plays `white christmas' it's been doing that for years if someone leaves the station oh please don't talk to strangers can't you see they're not like us the vacant flesh of U.D.'s stand leaning by the walls you can feel them thinking over ways of merging with the thoughts you never dare to dream Chorus: it must have been years it must have been years they want to relive all my memories give me `the service' daily maybe it was mother i can't seem to remember much at all these days picture open doorways no pick-ups by the taxi boys just a bed near the window and an old lamp by my pillow and the things i have to do (chorus) the driver wants to touch me he mentions all the old cop bullshit i try to back away but he's so strong i just can't move maybe i don't want to anyway the time to leave is always `soon' i wonder if i'm lying a vague feeling of panic as a man leaves saying "thank you" i blame it all on you (chorus)
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Bonus Tracks
Do you need the service Do you need to call me daily Do you have reasons for calling at all Is something on your mind Is something wrong, I get the feeling That you're laughing at my quiet surprise My silhouette is changing As I'm ageing by your window And I focus on a light by your face Call me the operator Making comments 'he's so technical' Or 'I've absolutely nothing to do' Recycle all my photographs I'll leave a picture of the queen And no-one has to know I was there Me, I'm so ashamed You're all connected to my numbers
Here in my room Where the paint dries like your face I'm still confusing love with need Tonight at 10 I'll cry for a while They'll get me for sure It's just a question of time We're the crazies Sometimes I do I feel so ashamed But I have run of points of view The man is a thinker Who thought that he died Just sits in the corner Looking somewhat surprised We're the crazies I only exterminate In my spare time I fight the machine for the passers by I know I'm wrong But what makes you right The simple solution is to end it all We're the crazies
Only a downstat Personality problem He would say things like 'I love you' And cry real tears Met him in some place Like a home for old mothers Where the cure is always death But no-one ever leaves He wore a number 7 Badge on his collar He would show it with pride And say 'it means I can feel' He'd bribe the warders To send letters to someon Who didn't even know his name But said she'd read them anyway +7 deviant Writes poetry for people Who deny he's alive And say 'I'll mention that name' A violator of the law of no feelings They should be put in the chair Until their eyes come in If you have reasons I might sell you my time I'll leave it under the stairs In a body of mine Old memories are slowly fading out of me We are the unknowns, we are all you need
We have a random on the westside Personality malfunction He says I can't give you anything at all Just a room with the perfume of you He sent a letter to a downstat Saying sorry that I missed you But I can't think of anything to do He's addicted to the time track Chorus: We have a technical We have a technical He's in a hotel where they all go Saying me, I've lost my memory It's so surprising Just how quickly things can end Like a hero on a platform of friends This table is so crowded With people that I don't know And I never really turn My thoughts on you So the image breaks down again (chorus) I suppose it's very shady At least until the lights go out Advertising posters on the wall And the young boys singing softly Do they ever come back Or is it always at the wrong time I could crawl aroung the floor Just like I'm real And move a hand in front of my eyes (chorus)
We are so fragile Advertising lies That are whiter than yours We are so fragile They could give us a war Just to keep us amused We are so fragile I could stay here inside And say it's all been done We are so fragile Just pretend I never tried I'll leave it up to you We are still so young And it must be wrong But I'd do it all the same We are really so shy There's nothing I can do Except believe in you We could always go home But everyone says This is the place to be We are so unnatural But you wouldn't understand You want to deal with men
[Very faint vocals:] I nearly married a human I nearly married a human
