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A brilliant slab of white boy funk Numan's love of old B-movie imagery litters the track. The programmed rhythm track is the star of the show & rides high over Numan's vocals! Palladino performs one helluva bass line throwing in all kinds of syncopations & hammer on/off techniques.
Chris Nelson saw the potential of the interplay between bass & percussion & mixed them to the fore on the U.S remix 12".
At this stage, Numan's lyrics held up the good guy image of 30s/40s film noir. He would later revisit the theme from an alternate angle on Strange Charm's "The Need". White Boys And Heroes made it to No 20 in the UK
charts.
White Boys And Heroes
Lyrics
White Boys And heroes
(Single from 'I, Assassin' album, 1982)
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
We Take Mystery (To Bed)
(Single from 'I, Assassin' album, 1982)
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
