Exhibition
Gary Numan Lyrics


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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' dog
So few of them left
Exhibit 'be' god
The problem of death


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


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






He looks like me

Overall Meaning

but he wears a different face
His heart is cold and his eyes are hard
With a smile that's out of place



Gary Numan's song "Exhibition" from his 1979 album "The Pleasure Principle" is a haunting and enigmatic commentary on the nature of identity and modern society. At its core, the song explores the idea of people as objects to be examined, judged, and thrown away. The lyrics are filled with references to cubicles, exhibitions, and other sterile environments that suggest the cold, detached nature of contemporary life. The singer is a person who is caught up in this system and is struggling to maintain his sense of self.


The first verse is particularly revealing, as it sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is an "applicant" - someone who is looking for a place in the world. He is "clean young flesh" - an object of desire, perhaps, or just someone who is willing to do what he is told. He merges with others in "cubicles" - a reference to the workplace, perhaps - and is "so decent" - a comment on his moral purity or perhaps his naivete. The second verse continues the theme of the singer's struggle to maintain his sense of self. He "locks up" his vehicle - which could be a metaphor for his body or his mind - and tries to find new ways of expressing himself. But he is "so honest" - he wants to be true to himself, even in the face of an uncaring world. The third verse is the most disturbing of all. The "pictures" that are taken of the singer are not just representations of him - they are "like spectators" who are watching him, judging him. His "presence" exhausts them - he is nothing but an object to them. And in the fourth verse, the singer is completely lost. He has "no address" - no place in the world. When someone asks him "Who are you?" he tells them to "kiss his arse goodbye" - he has no identity to cling to anymore. The show, he says, "goes rusty" - it's all falling apart. The final verse is a plea for escape. The singer wants to find someone who is like him, but he can't. He is adrift in a world that has no meaning, looking for someone to anchor him.


Line by Line Meaning

Applicant, I am
I am presenting myself as a candidate


Clean young flesh
My youth and purity enhance my appeal


Cubicles, we merge
We become one in these small, confined spaces


And me so decent
I am morally upright and respectable


Lock up my vehicle
Secure my means of transportation


Crack my walls
Overcome my barriers


I'm stealing new words
I am taking in new information


And me so honest
I am truthful and sincere


Someone took pictures
Someone captured images


Just look at her go
Observe how she moves


Her presence exhausted me
She drained my energy


Like spectators we are
We are observers, not participants


I have no address
I am without a physical location


'Who are you?'
Questioning my identity


Kiss my arse goodbye
I'm leaving for good


The show goes rusty.
The exhibition loses its luster over time


Simulate phone call
Fake a conversation


Face to face
In person


Newspaper loose talk
Gossip spread in the media


You wreck my dreams
You shatter my aspirations


Exhibit 'A' dog
Present a dog as evidence


So few of them left
There are almost none remaining


Exhibit 'be' god
Show a deity as evidence


The problem of death
The issue of mortality


Old sex, unclean
Past sexual encounters that were unpleasant


Do you still need the moon?
Do you still have unrealistic desires?


Recall no names
I cannot remember anyone's name


Don't ask me 'how are you?'
I don't want to have small talk about well-being


Where's my attendant
I need my caretaker


And where is my wife
I cannot find my partner


Wait in the doorway
Stand near the entrance


While I say goodnight
Bid farewell


He looks like me
He resembles me in appearance




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Written by: Gary Anthony Webb, Gary Anthony James Webb

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