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Replicas is Gary's second studio album,
"The first of the four minute pop song synthesiser albums! Five days to record, that one a bit of a marathon after the first one in three days. There’s no way it can be considered my best album.”
Quotations taken from an interview with the “ Record Collector "
Me, I Disconnect From You
('Replicas' album, 1979)
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
Are 'Friends' Electric?
(1979 single, from "Replicas" album)
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 wonder 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
(7.4)
So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals
And S.U's
And things I just don't understand
A white lie that night
Or a sly 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 candlelit 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
(7.4)
So I found out your reasons
For the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts
And I'm lonely
And I should never have tried
And I missed you tonight
It must be time to leave
You see it meant everything to me
The Machman
('Replicas' album, 1979)
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
Praying To The Aliens
('Replicas' album, 1979)
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
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
Grey overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random pol' check
'Do you ever think of women'?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere between
Dead and dying
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens
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
I'm praying to the aliens
I'm praying to the aliens...
Down In The Park
(Single from 'Replicas' album, 1979)
Down in the park
Where the machmen
Meet the machines
And play 'Kill by numbers'
Down in the park
Wit 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 Zoms'
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
You Are In My Vision
('Replicas' album, 1979)
Fade to scenes of violence
Like a T.V. screen but silent
Where the victims are all paid
By the hour
Staring at the ceiling
As she gyrates all around me
I'm trying to forget
She's done this all before
Far too many people
For a quit 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
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 the corner
And everyone pretends
They like to live that way
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
Replicas
('Replicas' album, 1979)
It was hard to avoid
I suppose it was a 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
It Must Have Been Years
('Replicas' album, 1979)
A radio plays 'white christmas'
It's been doing that for years
If somebody leaves the station
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
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 up for the taxi boys
Just a bed near the window
And an old lamp by my pillow
And the things I have to do
It must have been years
It must have been years
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
When The Machines Rock
('Replicas' album, 1979)
THIS SONG IS A INSTRUMENTAL
I Nearly Married A Human
('Replicas' album, 1979)
THIS SONG IS A INSTRUMENTAL
Do You Need The Service?
(B-side, 'Down In The Park' single, 1979)
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 the 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 number
And the conversation's only polite
I'll wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case your 'confidential'
Make up stories like 'The screen fades away'
Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
And I wonder how they made it before
We Are So Fragile
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 up to you
We are still so young
And it must be wrong
Byt I'll 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 only deal with men
The Crazies
Here in my room
Where the paint dries like your face
I'm still confusing love with need
Tonight at ten
I'll cry for a while
They'll get me for sure
It's just a question of time
We're the crazies
Some things I do
I feel so ashamed
But I have run out
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 me right
The simple solution
Is to end it all
We're the crazies
Only A Downstat
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 lovers
Where the cure is always death
And no-one ever leaves
He wore a number 7 badge on his collar
He would show it wth pride and say
'It means I can feel'
He'd bribe the warders
To send letters to someone
Who didn't even know his name
But said he'd read them anyway
And in the evening
He'd write 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 unknown and we are all you need
We Have A Technical
We have a random on the westside
Personality malfunction
He said '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
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
We have a technical
We have a technical
I suppose it's very shady
At least until the lights go out
Advertising posters on the wall
And the young ones singing softly
Do they ever come back
Or is it always at the wrong time
I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
And move a hand in front of my eyes
We have a technical
We have a technical
I Nearly Married A Human 2
('Replicas' album, 1979)
THIS SONG IS A INSTRUMENTAL
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