| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Confiscate letters like D.E.B.
No natural course of things for her to expect Withdraw the feelings 'You can, you can't' I called your number as you told the world Something is wrong There is no longer any normal to me You're my assassin but you can't see the crime Pointless possessions of me and you and greed I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes Something is wrong |
||||||
| 2. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We are young, we can break
Watch us fall We can take some train down to the sea We are glass, we are glass We are real, you can touch Just for now, and then say "hey you, which way is down?" We are glass, we are glass We slip down And old eyes don't cry for me 'Cos I doubt I'm and I doubt you And never, never goin' to doubt We are glass, we are glass They run fast impressions Of the floors inviting Stay with me, stay with me They run past with telephones they scream Well would you turn all this down Trun all this down You are replaced you are you And our dreams are real and dreams are all we need We are glass, we are glass |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
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 and burn You will learn I'm still waiting for you 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 I don't need This attention again I've lost time I could lose everything You will learn That you've nowhere to go so go GARY NUMAN Keyboards, Vocals MIKE SMITH Keyboards TRACEY ACKERMAN Vocals TESSA NILES Vocals |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
My confession
I'll steal anything in sight or sound My confession This is the sound of fear And I'll fall down 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 Leave her to me 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 If you want it Every little girl is welcome here |
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
This is love
This is pain disguised as a dream Memories Are guaranteed to break your heart. Look at me I woke up and found me alone I wonder If you'll ever think of me. I won't cry Now you're gone I won't cry. I should take Your picture From the wall. This is love What's it for? It takes everything. |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Look up
Look down I've seen it all before I need emotion Look left Look right I've tried it all before I need emotion Say nothing It's over I sold my soul Forever She's tempting Sex tension It could be the wrong move One question One answer I don't need Exposure I don't know The slogan New fashion kills me Fashion Tear it up It don't mean a thing so Fashion Tear it up good Touch me Picture this It don't mean a thing so Touch me Life is cruel How did this ever get serious? One night One touch I've used them all before I need emotion One lie Too much I've heard it all before I need emotion I'll show you Religion Some people Disgust me Listen to Opinion I'm in a glass house 'I've been sick' She whispers Abandon Nostalgia Remember My picture I only work here I need emotion |
||||||
| 7. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
This disease
I'm out of my class This disease I'm needle sick again This disease We must expect such things This disease 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 Look at me A puppet dancing on strings Look at me And this is easy? Look at me I got the screams Look at me Words failing This disease This disease |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I don't know
I don't know The dream was everything I don't know I don't know If it's all falling down. I lose connection as they let me down What you gonna think? What you gonna do? What you gonna say? Are you gonna scream 'Oh no'? What you gonna think? What you gonna do? What you gonna say? I just don't like this thing, at all. (Strange charm) Let the boys out Let the boys out And let the fun begin Let the boys out Let the boys out And let the night come in. We don't like it We don't like it We're from the factory and we've come to play. Let the boys out. You push too hard You push too hard Come closer and talk to me You push too hard You push too hard D'you get the picture now? You won't like it You won't like it We get impatient as the time runs out. Let the boys out. |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I know how to read alone
Here in the dark some old stories are told. The telephone haunts me Like a picture of things that I'd never Bring home. CHORUS: She cries like I do Too late for new words. She cries like I do ???? it's a man. No-one is allowed in here I'm the ????? new feelings ??? This edge in my voice that says 'I never touched your heart, I suppose'. (repeat chorus) She cries like I do Like we're supposed to She cries like I do Here in the dark. I'm so surprised. |
||||||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We generate heat
We generate emotion We generate a feeling That is better left here Than a memory on a wall I'd rather cry than forget you We generate pain We generate suspicion We generate a rumour that's sick But a rumour that is probably true I'd rather die than forget you (I won't let my dreams slip away from me) I'm talking sex motion I'm talking 'bout fashion I'm talking 'bout skin games I'm talking 'bout secrets (And I won't let my heart run away with me) I'm talking temptation I'm talking 'bout memories I'm talking 'bout feelings I'm talking 'bout emotion We generate lies We generate pictures We generate a video film That I couldn't let my best friend see I'd rather lose than forgive you We generate shame We generate secrets We generate a reason for living And we generate a reason for not I'd rather hurt than forget you I can't believe that I'm here I can't believe what I've seen I can't believe what I'm doing to you |
||||||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Listen up
This is confession This machine motion is sure to break my heart Listen up This is confession Recorded music sticks in the throat of God. I O U, you don't own me I O U, you don't own me Party time, one mor night, everybody's affected Listen up This is confession You are a poison that flows into my veins. Listen up This is confession I've never been so scared of letting you down. You know me, so come closer You know me, so come closer Party time, one more town, everybody's affected. I know you, you don't need me I know you, you don't need me Party time, one more girl, everybody's affected Listen up This is confession They tell me heaven just has to be somewhere Listen up This is confession I'd lie to God if I could make him believe. You owe me, and I need you You owe me, and I need you Party time, one more game, everybody's affected This is my confession This is my confession Party time, one more lie, everybody's affected GARY NUMAN vocals, drum/percussion pgm, keyboards. MIKE SMITH keyboards, toms, gtr sample, percussion pgm. KEITH BEAUVAIS guitar. NICK BEGGS stick. CATHI OGDEN vocals |
||||||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Why give orders
Why give speeches No more questions No more answers All that's left is the fear I can feel they're here I can feel the cold I can't fight for long This machine runs down If I had a picture I could say it's all for you. Why give orders And why make speeches Give me a reason to stay This dying machine I can hear me scream I've nowhere to run I've nowhere to hide I can only wonder I can only wonder why Why give orders And why make speeches Give me a reason to die This shape comes apart Everything breaks down And me, I'm trapped inside And here inside it ends. There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can do now If I had a picture I could say it's all for you I can only wonder I can only wonder why |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
