@ALBUM: I, Assassin ARTIST: Gary Numan This file includes the lyrics to the bonus tracks on the 1993 CD re-issue. Sleeve notes: GARY NUMAN - Vocals/Keyboards/Guitar ROGER MASON - Keyboards PINO PALLADINO - Fretless Bass/Guitar CHRIS SLADE - Drums/Percussion JOHN WEBB - Percussion Many thanks to Mike for Saxophone & Harmonica Music & Lyrics Gary Numan Produced by Gary Numan Engineered by Nick Smith Assisted by Sean Lynch Mastered by Strawberry Mastering, London Photographs Geoff Howes Recorded at Rock City Studios, Shepperton, Middlesex, England. @SONG: White Boys And Heroes We're in the movies We're heroes We sparkle at night Love among puppets And one day I'll pull all the strings White boys and heroes White boys and heroes See boys say I'm mayhem Was my wife the doctor The patient Or something obscene A history of nothing Like a see-through song in disguise Heroes are tough And have no time For women and boys I won't cry Till this thing is over And someone agrees White boys and heroes White boys and heroes See boys say I'm mayhem White boys and heroes We have no time for celebration We have no time left at all White boys and heroes G. Webb Jan '82 @SONG: War Songs I like new fashion I like old stories Like my sister used to tell This is the voice This is the picture I like romantics But I don't like Steven Old men love war songs Love Vera Lynn Old men love war songs Now I'm Vera Lynn I like the welcom I like my sunbed But it burns me alove I like old heroes I like old filmstars Dirty pictures........snap snap I like intrusion When she's dressed in white A nervous bride I don't remember If she's black or white This is the heart Old men love war songs Love Vera Lynn Old men love war songs Now I'm Vera Lynn This could be it This could be nothing Will you remember When the sparkle dies down I like Ferraris I like the fame Appreciation in the strangest ways I could believee In such things for now Don't like to crash........ climb, climb I like the dancer Like you're supposed to I'll keep my mouth shut But I don't like this Old men love war songs Love Vera Lynn Old men love war songs Now I'm Vera Lynn G. Webb Jan '82 @SONG: A Dream Of Siam You and me are old You and me are young You and me have always Let words go unsung Nothing left to see Nothing left to do Nothing left to talk about How I intrude This impossible room I still believe That great American smile Nothing's ever right Nothing's ever wrong But nothing's ever quite like The stories and songs (nothing ever) Nothing is the same Nothing ever changes And nothing's ever quite like The pictures I've seen (nothing's ever) Heroes always bleed But heroes never cry Heroes always get the best girl And then die (nothing's ever) How I intrude This impossible dream I still believe That great American smile G. Webb Feb. '82 @SONG: Music For Chameleons At 4 o'clock we land And I'll wave my flag for you Interest in heart We are not savage Like children We're people "What difference" I say Music for chameleons Music for chameleons A dream of Siam We could leave in the morning Old friends and shy We need to win Like you need to breathe I've an interest in games Music for chameleons Music for chameleons Gowns for another show Maybe no-one will come Here take my arm I like the pictures And you like ghost stories Tomorrow I'll sight Music for chameleons Music for chameleons G. Webb Jan '82 @SONG: This Is My House I read a book About conversation and you I listen to Stories that intrude on my heart again This is my house Welcome is here This is my house Welcome to me My picture of your face Will disappear with time Patience in eyes That say occupied Quite peculiar This is my house Welcome is here This is my house Welcome to me G. Webb March '82 @SONG: I, Assassin We are assassins We are not evil We act with reason and heart Your heart We are not vicious Is that surprising? We're so much larger than life I, Assassin, I am I, Assassin, I am "I just arrived Something to fix This new depression" We are not hunters We are just patient We'll wait a lifetime for you Just you I've never felt good I've never felt bad I've never felt much at all I, Assassin, I am I, Assassin, I am "There's nothing personal Just read the papers That's realism" G. Webb Feb/March '82 @SONG: The 1930's Rust Listen good Don't cry for me Don't cry anymore Now just shut your mouth This point of view Appeals to me Listen Babe Say you've got no-one tonight Same old smile That cracked a thousand hearts But not mine Same old line I've read the book And I know you well Listen Babe Say you've got no-one tonight What's this feeling That I don't believe No concern on my face What's it for You dream of something Like I dreamed of you Listen Babe Say you've got no-one tonight G. Webb Feb '82 @SONG: We Take Mystery (To Bed) 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 & you & greed I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes Something is wrong G. Webb Feb/March '82 @SONG: Noise Noise What's it to you If I feel now Just a face in the wall Crawling out of the ground Now look at me You cry Like a leaf in the fall I fly in the sky, don't you? What's it to you This noise noise Like a plaque on the wall One of these days I'll just leave (What's it to you?) As boys drown You feel like young gods You know All young gods must fade (What's it to you?) (some spoken lines, incomprehensible) What's it to you Going down boys Like a screw in the wall My lovers never leave in love Play war like marines Just noise noise Just roar roar One of these days (What's it to you?) [Spoken:] OK, that'll do... [During fadeout:] What's it to you This noise noise Like a bug (???) on the wall... @SONG: Bridge? What Bridge? (Lyric is ad libbed and mostly nonsense. I haven't tried to transcribe it.) @SONG: War Games Stone shapes and me I'll stay now Nothing's forever This time there's no goodbye A female son But I won't change again One of these days I'll love it all and sleep You are slow poison young friend Just give me time to reply What am I saying There's nothing left to steal One of these days @SONG: Glitter And Ash (instrumental) @SONG: The Image Is I intrude on patience I intrude on young hearts I intrude on all such things That can take you by surprise Time and time again So? I've no welcome for you I've no welcome for talk I've no welcome in my house I've tried too long you know Time and time again [The rest of the lyric is missing from the CD booklet.] @SONG: We Take Mystery (To Bed) (early version) 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 Someone is wrong Someone is wrong I'll find the answer, you'll take mystery to bed My sister coma she was always too shy You told the story crying 'Darling too good to last' You taste of love just like the sex smell of me Someone 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 & you & greed I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes Someone is wrong You are slow poison that glows in the dark Such isolation is good for the heart We will take mystery to bed for the night @SONG: This House Is Cold (I don't have the lyrics, and I can't quite make them out.)