@ALBUM: Dance
ARTIST: Gary Numan

This file includes the lyrics for the bonus tracks on the 1993 CD reissue.

"Stormtrooper In Drag" was originally released as a solo single by Paul
Gardiner, with Numan on uncredited lead vocals.
"Love Needs No Disguise" was originally released by Gary Numan and Dramatis.
All songs written by Gary Numan except "Night Talk"/"Stormtrooper In Drag" by
Gardiner/Numan, "Love Needs No Disguise" by Haines/Payne/Sharpley/Bell.

Sleeve notes:

Music and lyrics: NUMAN
Except Night Talk
Music: GARDINER/NUMAN. Lyrics: NUMAN


Produced by GARY NUMAN
Engineered by NICK SMITH
Assisted by SEAN LYNCH, JULIET BOWEN
Mastered by STEVE ROOKE
            Strawberry Mastering, London
Photographs: GEOFF HOWES
Make up: RICHARD SHARAH
Clothes: KENNY
P.S. Thanks to ALAN WILD, STEVE ARCH,
     MICK BULLOCK & ALAN MORRISON
     (A bit late I'm afraid)

                   Group     LABEL
ROB DEAN                     Virgin
CEDRIC SHARPLEY    Dramatis  Rocket
CHRISTOPHER PAYNE  Dramatis  Rocket
MICK KARN          Japan     Virgin
ROGER TAYLOR       Queen     EMI
NASH THE SLASH               Dindisc

ROB DEAN appears courtesy of Virgin Records

Recorded at Rock City Sound Studio, Shepperton.

@SONG: Slowcar To China

She'll take a slowcar to China
She'll pay the rent for the use of you
She'll take a slowcar to China
She'll pay the rent for the use of you tonight.

We are not afraid to love, but no new ideas
You almost get used to  such things you know.
The mechanics on the phone again, we break down.
The others you'd remember if I could spare some time.

In love with this elegant bitch
And here am I just a shy young fool
In love with this elegant bitch
She only sparkles at times for you tonight.

She forgets that we know,
she forgets who we are

I suppose the things I overheard were quite by chance
The only story I ever knew or cared for
Best left unheard I suppose, don't you?
You look for somewhere to start to look

We'll take a slowcar to China
Everything that you need is here
We'll take a slowcar to China
Everything that you need is here tonight.

I forgot not to call,
and now we're out of love.

She'll take a slowcar to China
A little green worn inside my head
She'll take a slowcar to China
A little green worn inside my head tonight.

There's nothing much to keep us alive, but 'Dance'.
All that she can say is goodbye. All things change I suppose
We'll sing without voice, without heart and leave no address
I well never ever see you again. I know.

Don't take a slowcar to China
She needed nothing and no one so
Don't take a slowcar to China
She needed nothing and no one here tonight.

You will pay like before.
Always one step behind.
You will pay Mr Jones.
Always one step away.

There's no one here to leave you behind but me.

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Polymoog, Prophet 5, Roland JP 4, CP 30, 
            Claptrap, Percussion, CR 78
CHRIS PAYNE: Violas. MICK KARN: Bass. TIM STEGGLES: Percussion

@SONG: Night Talk

Boys watch from windows tonight
I'm not surpriesed to see you waiting here
You keep them in business just supplying you
Get in the car I've something to say

Stay in bed why waste my time
Open your eyes but only if you can
Office in a sidestreet is no place for you
Night talk and romance like beat the clock.

Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk.

Take things slow you can crack
Like your face I don't understand
How you smile and pretend it's fun
Do you laugh when the rats come round to play.

Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk.

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Odyssey, Bass, LM 1 Drum Computer
PAUL GARDINER: Guitar, Odyssey
SEAN LYNCH: LM 1 programming

@SONG: A Subway Called 'You'

Here we are
We drift like gas
On someone else's bed
I pay high you know.

Here we are
How old are you
It's just a job to me

Here the ladies always ring twice
Thought you'd slip away tonight with me
In a subway I called 'you'

Hello you No more this talk of
'My boys will be yours'

No more 'I'
The conversation drains
My patience dry.

Here the business always rings twice
No relaxing for the boys tonight
In a subway I called 'you'

Here the tension always shows twice
Shed one tear it's just routine for now
In a subway I called 'you'.

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Polymoog, Odyssey, Roland JP 4
            CP 30, Piano, Percussion, CR 78
CEDRIC SHARPLEY: Drums. CHRIS PAYNE: Violas.
MICK KARN: Bass, Saxophones

@SONG: Cry, The Clock Said

Why cry now
It's over
Feelings change

How are you
How am I
Cry, the clock said.

(Spoken:)
I know little of romance
And these little tract houses
I know even less of you
And if you should ever think of me
Maybe as a game you lost
Well someone I know lost the whole damn world
No more this talk of they're out to get me
Just slide out of Sydney and I can never go back

How could I be surprised
How could I even believe
Cry, the clock said

I'll forget who you are
I'll forget one of these days
Cry, the clock said

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Odyssey, Roland JP 4, CP 30
NASH THE SLASH: Violins. JP 4 Operated by
JOHN WEBB

@SONG: She's Got Claws

You are distraction
Like pictures on the wall
I don't like eyes
You are attraction
It gets to be routine
You're up I'm down

She's got claws
But the factory knows
We're dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

You say you love me
Maybe you do
A patience I can't steal
I don't believe you
You said 'straight'
It's like giving up hope

Here on the ground
On the floor
Screaming nothing at all
Here on the ground
Like some whore
Looking down on you all
Too much advice. I'm not sure.

Laughing hyenas
With pens for charms
You'll just suck in the boys
We have to leave soon
Shudder. 'The door'
This house is far too cool

She's got claws
But the factory knows
We're dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Odyssey, Prophet 5, Roland JP 4
            Piano, CR 78
CEDRIC SHARPLEY: Drums. CHRIS PAYNE: Violas.
MICK KARN: Bass, Saxophones. JOHN WEBB: Handclaps

@SONG: Crash

Don't things change
Don't we all
What's it like to
Crash? The driver

Nothing more to prove
So please just send in the machines
We know little of celebrations
And how are things with you

You're hung up on 'time'
You're hung up on 'age'
Now there's me
Now there's me
What it's like to
Crash? The driver

You drink to rumours and talk
About someone new in your bed
There is no game to win so
Get out as fast as you can

Hung up on 'the time'
Hung up on 'my age'
You don't know
You don't know
What it's like to
Crash the driver

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Guitar, Odyssey, Prophet 5
            Claptrap, Claves, Handclaps
ROGER TAYLOR: Drums

@SONG: Boys Like Me

Listen Zara
Boys like me
We get used to
Things like you

Boys like me
We don't understand
Lies like yours

Listen Zara
Boys like me
From rags to riches
Bleed for you

Boys like me
Regret things sometimes
Things like you

Listen Zara
Boys like me
We are short stories
Shapes for you

Boys like me
We live in dreams
But they're yours not ours

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Odyssey, Prophet 5, Piano,
            LM 1 Drum Computer
MICK KARN: Bass. ROB DEAN: Guitars.
CONNIE FILAPELLO: Voice

@SONG: Stories

She sits in the corner
Where it's reasonably quiet
Drinking coffee with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
'Won't you lend me some time
You can sit by my side
And I'll let you be friends with mine.'

The cafe is old
But the candlelight's new
She orders Beaujolais wine
And says 'I've thought of you too'

She whispers 'Isn't it odd
You remind me of songs
That I'd rather forget
Like feelings I longed for

You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all'

I hear voices that cry
And one of them's mine
All the things I could say
Are the reasons I can't
She says 'I've seen you before
In thoughts I call 'son'
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone'

The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are the story
Just like others I knew

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Prophet 5, CR 78
ROGER MASON: Prophet 5, CP 30. MICK PRAGUE: Bass

@SONG: My Brother's Time

Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do
Giving love for the financial gain
She's so good with excuses and incorrect reasons
I'm tired of trying to win and you're tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words that you need
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words with that cynical charm
We could dance
Now it's my brother's time

Here on the floor with these very loose young girls
Like someone in Japan who just lied
If the innocent are saved then what happens to her
What's done is done and everything's different somehow

I keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes
I keep a book of reflections
And realise there's nothing much that I can do
We could dance
Now it's my brother's time

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Piano, Claves. JOHN WEBB:
LM 1, Computer. MICK KARN: Bass, Saxophone

@SONG: You Are, You Are

You are you are
Hopefully mistaken
Like old ties
You'll soon be broken down
Like all the rest who tried

You are you are
Something quite surprising
Story's odd
Concerning love
The scene will change for you, you know

You are you are
Just a good reflection
Nothing more
You'd like to take me for the world
To see you leave

You are you are
A living exhibition
Defying age
Like a seasoned veteran
Of men for cash

I know how to hide and wait for you
I know how to wait I won't forget
Exactly what you are
See her shine like stars
Before they burn
See her shine with stars
Before they fade away
Such a shame
The best of fame

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Guitar, Roland JP 4, Claptrap
ROGER TAYLOR: Drums. NASH THE SLASH: Violins

@SONG: Moral

These New Romantics are Oh so boring
I could swear I've been there once or twice before
I should grow wings and just forget the club
You know the legends never wanted to be me
Far too erratic to be O.K., so?
If you're concerned well I don't care
You play games, you play safe
Me I just sighed with relief

Matthew's mother. The change disturbs me
You're everybody's friend. Age, I suppose
Just like religion you're going nowhere
Like your so explicit clothes onto the floor
On those occasions when everything broke down
Including you and me
See the boy, see the girl
The exhibition now is over

GARY NUMAN: Vocals, Guitar, Odyssey, Prophet 5
            Roland JP 4, Claves, CR 78
ROGER TAYLOR: Tom Toms. NASH THE SLASH:
Violins. JESS LIDYARD: Drums

@SONG: Stormtrooper In Drag

So here am I quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed
Questions always questions
I'll just speak in slow motion,
About obsessions with boys on the floor.

Take that smile off your face,
Wipe that tear from your eye,
Don't say you're sorry for me.

Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag
And I'll let you feel exactly like I do,
It's so disgusting I'm so tired of rhythm
And needles in arms,
I don't want your point of view.

Nothing to do,
Nothing to steal,
And there's nothing to say.

Love it love it I need to.

@SONG: I Sing Rain

(Lyrics are ad libbed)

@SONG: Exhibition

Applicant, I am
Clean young flesh
Cubicles, we merge
And me so decent

Lock up my vehicle
Crack my walls
I'm stealing new words
And me so honest.

Someone took pictures
Just look at her go
Her presence exhausted me
Like spectators we are.

I have no address
'Who are you?'
Kiss my arse goodbye
The show goes rusty.

Simulate phone call
Face to face
Newspaper loose talk
You wreck my dreams

Exhibit 'A' God
So few of them left
Exhibit 'B' God
The problem of death

Old sex, unclean
Do you still need the moon?
Recall no names
Don't ask 'how are you?'

Where's my attendant
And where is my wife?
Wait in the doorway
While I say goodnight.

He looks like me.

@SONG: Love Needs No Disguise

She dances
He watches
She sighs
Remember
Love needs no disguise

In motion
That cannot deny
She's saying
Love needs no disguise

And if the park gates are closed
Remember we toured the skies
And if the 'friends' all go home
You know love needs no disguise

He dances
And we realised
Remember
Love needs no disguise

In simple embraces
They lie
In darkness
Love needs no disguise

And we can lock all the doors
Forget the reasons and fame
There's no deceiving inside
You know we'll all be the same

DRAMATIS are:
Chris Payne: Keyboards/Viola
Rrussell Bell: Guitars/Keyboards
Denis Haines: Keyboards
Cedric Sharpley: Drums

Lyrics reproduced without the permission of
Rocket Music Ltd./Songwriters Workshop
A Rocket Records Recording