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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Don't look in here, yeah.
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass, his inner self glued to his .22. Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass. My heart can destroy all I see. Moving streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can hide us far from sight But you must wait and I must fight this nothingness. Walls, I see my little room, I hear my parent's friends. I hope that my actions make amends I would like to kill for love but I don't know how Here I lie so high above the crowd. Busy streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can move us through the night But you must wait and I must fight this emptiness Black top burns with silent screams Others stop my dreams Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash! Fear causes some to live, others die real cool I died in the evening after school Be mine only Be my own Be mine only Be my own |
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
Don't look in here, yeah.
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass, his inner self glued to his .22. Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass. My heart can destroy all I see. Moving streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can hide us far from sight But you must wait and I must fight this nothingness. Walls, I see my little room, I hear my parent's friends. I hope that my actions make amends I would like to kill for love but I don't know how Here I lie so high above the crowd. Busy streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can move us through the night But you must wait and I must fight this emptiness Black top burns with silent screams Others stop my dreams Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash! Fear causes some to live, others die real cool I died in the evening after school Be mine only Be my own Be mine only Be my own |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Don't look in here, yeah.
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass, his inner self glued to his .22. Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass. My heart can destroy all I see. Moving streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can hide us far from sight But you must wait and I must fight this nothingness. Walls, I see my little room, I hear my parent's friends. I hope that my actions make amends I would like to kill for love but I don't know how Here I lie so high above the crowd. Busy streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can move us through the night But you must wait and I must fight this emptiness Black top burns with silent screams Others stop my dreams Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash! Fear causes some to live, others die real cool I died in the evening after school Be mine only Be my own Be mine only Be my own |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said; "Let's go" and nothing more I thought of my nights and how they were They were filled with I know you wouldn't go You'd watch my heart burst then, you'd step in I had to know so I asked, you just had to laugh We sat in the night with my hands cuffed at my side I look at your life and your style I wanted nothing more I know you wouldn't go You'd watch my heart burst then, you'd step in I had to know so I asked you just had to laugh Walking the line you were a marksman Told me that law like wine is ageless Public defender You had, to admit you wanted, the love of a sex offender I know you wouldn't go You'd watch my heart burst then, you'd step in I had to know so I asked, you just had to laugh My vision in blue I call you from inside my cell And in the trial you were there with, your badge and rubber boots I think all the time how I'm going to perpetrate love with you And when I get out there's no doubt I'll be sex offensive to you |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
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from Blondie - Is The Name Of The Band (2001)
I always said you could make it
I know what I said and I meant it I always liked the way you played guitar I always knew that someday you'd go far And if you do will anything happen? Will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? You said you'd be through here again Please don't forget I'm here waiting You always said that you would never change Like the people that you've met and the places that you've been And if you do will anything happen? Will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? I always said you could make it Just don't forget that I said it Cause I always liked the way you played guitar And I always knew that someday you'd go far And if you do will anything happen? will it come true will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? And if I do will anything happen? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I always said you could make it.
I know what I said and I meant it. I always liked the way you played guitar. I always knew that someday you'd go far. And if you do, will anything happen? Will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? You said you'd be through here again. Please don't forget I'm here waiting. You always said that you would never change like the people that you've met and the places that you've been. And if you do, will anything happen? Will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? I always said you could make it. Just don't forget that I said it. Cause I always liked the way you played guitar and I always knew that someday you'd go far. And if you do will anything happen? will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? And if I do, will anything happen? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
We don't wear that uniform;
paper men from pages torn right off the press (it could be Tass): suits for the regime. The media's gone and had a baby. Seventh wave, another navy. I live in America: gridlock on the street. Tell that girl you like her badge. Tell that man you're the Nazz. Tell them you're not the last walking in parade. Dressed to test you up the road. Tighter than the latest clothes. Close the circle, walk in row, walking in parade. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Carrying the standard stick and marrying the politik. You won't know tomorrow what went down today. Look at me; I'm in tune: references around my room. Just another secret school, another cycle going by. You never looked like that. Don't look like me. Don't take it back. You never had a name like that, never had a color. Walking like a millionaire. walking on imported air. Change the way you comb your hair and watch what you walk under. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Oh, I don't want you to go!
Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! No, I don't want you to go! Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! Dear Annett, Soon I'll be with you before they know, Before the show. I'm not a whore. I dance no more. I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia. I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry too, but burn this letter. Burn my picture. They won't know I've crossed the border. Love, Victor. Oh, I don't want you to go! Oh, don't leave me alone! Oh! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Oh ho, oh ho, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue. Tunnel to the other side. It becomes daylight. I say he's mine. Oh, power/passion plays a double hand. Union, union union city man. Arrive, climb up four flights to the orange side. Rearrange my mind. In turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue. Skyline, passion, Union City blue. Power/passion plays a double hand. Union, union union city man. I say he's mine. I have a plan. I say he's my Union City man. Oho, oho, what are we gonna do? Union, Union, Union City blue. |
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from Blondie - Beautiful - The Remix Album [remix] (2002)
Oh ho, oh ho
What are we gonna do Union, union, union city blue Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do (do, do) Union, union, union city blue Tunnel to the other side It becomes daylight I say he's mine Oh, oh, power, passion Plays a double hand Union, union, union city man Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do Union, union, union city blue Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do Union, union, union city blue Arrive, climb up four flights To the orange side Rearrange my mind In turquoise Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do (What are we gonna do) Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do (What are we gonna do) Do, do, do, do do, do I say, I say, I say, I say, I say Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do Union, union, union city blue Oh ho, oh ho What are we gonna do (do, do, do) Union, union, union city blue |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
lalalala....
was that an invitation can you explain I´m so impacient hey rise to the occasion can you explain the reason why you took a second look, second look i saw you once, met you twice uuhh...your presence feels so nice you´re silent, get your tongue untight when then night comes into open wild, you gotta say aha, before I come undone you got a sweet expression, is that the spot that I should kiss on, hey tell me can you hear me you gotta raise your voice `cause the music`s loud, you gotta shout, spit it out it seems that you got a quiet way eyes that tell what you can`t say I sure would like to read your mind, you´re speechless and I try and try you gotta say aha, before I come undone right from the start your kissing lips I burned up if you just say something I won`t tell you to shut it up it`s like an application, filling in the open spaces `cause I`ve been overtaken and I´m so sick of waitin`one two three, answere me, answere me |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
She's an underground girl in her underground world.
She never comes around, she stays underground. Ask her what's her trip, she just bites her lip. She's the coolest girl around, she's the girl from underground. She's the girl who's always right. She's the one who gets uptight. Ask her how she's been, she'll give you some skin. Well, hey! Everybody gonna follow her down. Well, hey! Everybody's gonna go underground. Well, hey! Everybody wants to be on her side. No one's around she's gonna take you for a ride. (?) She's the coolest girl around, she's the girl from underground. Oh, I don't wanna brag, but I know her bag. Ask her were she's from, she's always playing dumb. If you beat her with a whip, she just thinks it's hip. You can see her at night, never in the light. Here we go! Where are we going? I don't know. Whoa, it's getting dark down here! We're going way far down. I think it's getting too deep. I need quaaludes! My legs are shaking! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel뭩 I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Beautiful - The Remix Album [remix] (2002)
The tide is high but im holdin' on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that. Oh no. Its not things you do that try and hurt me so. But its the way you do the things you do for me I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one Number one (my number one) Number one Every girl wants you to be her boy But I'll wait right here till its my turn I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one Number one (my number one) Number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me somethin' to believe in Everytime that I got you near me I know the way that I want it to be But you know I'm gonna take my chance now I'm gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take that pressure A moment's pain for a lifetime pleasure Every girl wants you to be her boy But I'll wait right here till its my turn I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one The tide is high but I'm holdin' on I'm gonna be your number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me somethin' to believe in Everytime when I got you near me I know the way that I want it to be But you know I'm gonna take my chance now I'm gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take that pressure A moment's pain for a lifetime pleasure |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
The tide is high But I`m holding on
I`m gonna be your number one I`m not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that (Oh no) It`s not the things you do That tease and hurt me bad But it`s the way you do the things You do to me I`m not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one Number one Number one Every girl wants You to be her man But I`ll wait right here `Til it`s my turn I`m not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one Number one Number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me something to believe in Everytime that I got you near me I don`t believe that I want it to be But you know that I`m gonna take my chance now I`m gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take the pressure A moment`s pain for a lifetime pleasure Every girl wants you to be her man But I`ll wait right here `Til it`s my turn I`m not the kinda girl Who gives up just like that Oh no The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one Everytime that I get the feeling You give me something to believe in Everytime that I got you near me I don`t believe that I want it to be But you know that I`m gonna take my chance now I`m gonna make it happen somehow And you know I can take the pressure A moment`s pain for a lifetime pleasure The tide is high But I`m holding on I`m gonna be your number one |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold as ice Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler He leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the winner Touch is the Tingler Making me itch Making me twitch Touch is the Tingler Controlling my mind Climbing my spine Fate points the finger What ya gonna bring me A pretty note from your sweet throat That's been touched by the Tingler But in the night cold as ice Hi-five co-ed mingler It leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the Tingler Touch is the Tingler |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Muriel's Wedding (뮤리엘의 웨딩) by Peter Best [ost] (1995)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat} |
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from Striptease (스트립티즈) by Howard Shore [ost] (1996)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do that tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do the things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one (Repeat and ad lib until fade) |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Remixed Remade Remodeled - The Blondie Remix Project (2003)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Golden Super Disco: 20 All Time Dance Hits (2006)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Ah, you hate me.
Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You think I don't see your inlimited insecurity. I love you. Yeah, I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. I love you. I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Ah, you hate me.
Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You think I don't see your inlimited insecurity. I love you. Yeah, I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. I love you. I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Every day brings change and the old world puts on a new face.
Certain things rearrange and this whole world seems like a new place. Secretly I've been tailing you like a fox that preys on a rabbit. I had to get you and so I knew I had to learn your ways and habits. Ooooooooooo ah, you were the catch that I was after. I looked up and I was in your arms and I knew that I was captured. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. I had laid such a tender trap, hoping you might fall into it. Love hit me with a sudden slap. One kiss and then I knew it. Ooooooooooo, my plan didn't work out like I thought. I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. Yeah yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls
On no ordinary wheel. Inside the armored car ride two big armed guards. In a bulletproof vest, shatterproof glass, Overdrive, we're gonna pass. Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls On no ordinary wheel. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. Nitro and acetylene open la machine. No short heist, no overnight, big money. Take ya to Brazil. Bulletproof vest, shatterproof glass, Overdrive, we're gonna pass. Time bomb, greasy mob, count down, hurry up, come on. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. In a wire mesh cage with a twelve gauge. Radio - we're coming fast. Ooh, need to feel some hardened steel. Deliver the big money deal. Of the armored guard here's what I heard: I'll tell you that he will no matter what you feel. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. Twenty five tons of hardened steel Deliver the big money deal. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I wake up laughing
Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walking Happy or just crazy Relaxed or lazy Gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me Cares are all buckshot and buffalo Every dark has an afterglow I'm not afraid of what's down below I keep my sights on the sky I wake up laughing Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walkin' Happy or just crazy Relaxed or laxy I'm gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
We want fun.
We wanna run. We want fun. We gotta run. We want fun. Get out among the hot nightclubs, find some love. "Billions of people have heard of me and everyone knows the sun rises in the east. Not too nice, not too sweet. No one even talks to me. I shake the leaves right off the trees. I'm the bee's greasy knees. I shake 'em. I break 'em, I drop 'em from eight miles high, alright. In the past my fate was cast. My social life was limited to Halloween and New Year's Eve. Monotony was killing me; approaching schizophrenia. I hit the hot spots every night and... for the first time in my life, the bouncers would greet me! The doormen would escort me! Managers adored me! Photographers would follow me begging for: 'A smile, Beast!' 'Over here, Beast!' 'Here, Beast!' The hat check always said to me 'Hiya B, whatcha doin' later?'" We want fun. We gotta run. If you find fun get out and run. You need fun for feeling fine. We want fun for feeling fine. And find the one... "Now (I'm not bragging, Heaven knows) I spend no more nights alone. Lucky me I'm ten foot three and freaky. My picture has been printed and interviews requested one hundred times a week. Believe it! I'm not talking through my teeth. Are you sure you got it? I mean it! To prove it: I'm in the news. It's true. It's true. Check it out. Check it out." He wants her love. She wants love... "I take action: get relief. Pick a partner. Pick a piece. Get satisfaction. I am the Beast.She wants fun. He wants her love. "I get satisfaction. I pick up my feet. I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets." And I want love. Get some funk and get some fun. Punks like fun. Punks like funk. Funk is fun. We want fun. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Giant ants from space
Snuff the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They shoot fire all around Tokyo burns down Everybody drowns The moon falls on the ground La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They can't be stopped at all The buildings start to fall Soldiers shoot all day and then they run away La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la The world is holocaust Everything is lost Mankind is destroyed Sprinkled in the void La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Giant ants from space waste the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Giant ants from space
Snuff the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They shoot fire all around Tokyo burns down Everybody drowns The moon falls on the ground La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They can't be stopped at all The buildings start to fall Soldiers shoot all day and then they run away La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la The world is holocaust Everything is lost Mankind is destroyed Sprinkled in the void La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Giant ants from space waste the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, T-birds. You show, you show, whiplash go. You show, you show, T-birds. (Hit them high, hit them low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. On the dot in the slot, tie the knot. On the dot timed kisses. In the slot on the dot, tie the knot. In the slot, no misses. (Hits on high, hits on low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun conquerer! Spoken: Two thousand years ago, a great race of golden [headed? hidden?] warriors lived in Central and South America. They had many Gods. The Mixtec and the Toltecs, and the Mayans. [unintelligible] [Nahaun? Huajuapan? (means 'Place of the Brave People')] [following in spanish or indigenous? probable list of pre-Columbian peoples, cities and famous temple sites] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] ... Mazatlan. [unintelligible] Black sun worshipper! Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up plumed serpent. Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up, my T-bird. Serpent curl. T-bird, ruler of the world. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun born again. Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird. |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Even though Jeff was worried
They weren't in a hurry They planned a lovely honeymoon Sue had a brand new Chevy Conservative, in good taste Only 30 payments due They had outstanding tickets They had no car insurance But they had lots of things to do They were getting organised They had their plans all finalised The date was set for Saturday Susie and Jeffrey, they're gonna get married They're going for a blood test What if I don't pass my blood test? What about our marriage licence? What if I can't be deprogrammed? Don't act like it's your last chance We could have fun at the Spahn Ranch. It's not like Gordon Avenue Susie and Jeffrey, they're gonna get married They're going for a blood test Jeffrey said "Let's wait" Sue took her foot off of the brake He drove into a wall Don't get excited, now don't shout! I'll scratch your eyes out Now we can't have our honeymoon!" Don't touch she's my fiance! Say, but I like the way you play An autograph from Orson Welles I'm a fan, here's my record It's one we can't get programmed We want to give to all of you They had a little argument Sue took her foot off of the brake He drove the car into a wall They had a little argument Sue took her foot off of the brake He drove the car into a wall They had a disagreement Sue took her foot off of the brake He drove the car into a wall |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street, cold as ice cream, but still as
sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. "Baby, I would like to go out tonight". "If I go with you my folks'll get uptight". Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Beautiful - The Remix Album [remix] (2002)
I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet Dry your eyes, Sunday girl Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl Looks like he's in another world Run and hide, Sunday girl Hurry up, hurry up and wait I stay away all week and still I wait I got the blues, please come see What your loving means to me She can't catch up with the working crowd The weekend mood and she's feeling proud Live in dreams, Sunday girl "Baby, I would like to go out tonight If I go with you my folks'll get uptight" Stay at home, Sunday girl Oooh oooh oooh He , j'ai vu ton mec avec une autre fille Il semblait dans un autre monde Cours te cacher Sunday girl Quand je t'ai revu l'e te j'ai de cide Si ton amour e tait pareil au mien Je pourrais e tre Sunday girl De pe che-toi, de pe che-toi et attends Toute la semaine absent et pourtant j'attends J'ai le cafard, je t'en prie viens voir Ce que ton amour repre sente pour moi He , j'ai vu ton mec avec une autre fille Il semblait dans un autre monde Cours te cacher Sunday girl I got the blues |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Close your eyes and you will see micro flashing neon lights.
Open your eyes and you will see it still looks like the same thing. Lie and wait for sleep and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep. Close your eyes and you will see the sound-a-sleep. I want to go, I want to go, I want to go down to go to sleep. Your frame of reference is my swimming pool. My, my swimming pool still looks like the China Sea. Pool to sea and finally the sound-a-sleep. Feel the muscles in your face twitch, relax, remembering everything that went down and will go down. I want to go down to sleep. Insomnia, no sleep disease, petties parking, feed me please. Lie and wait for sleep and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
all of our days we cry out for love
and we cry for the times that we lost in all when we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams all of our days we cry out for love, and we try to create it again, again to deny the laws and to leave it behind REFRAIN: sing sweet songs of love to me now so the night will become one of love sing sweet songs of love to me now for i need to know you`re mine all of our days we long for a chance to be lost in a trance of a love we share a romantic love like no other before all of our days we live on the run but we try to believe that it`s just begun that we`ll have the time to enjoy every day REFRAIN: sing songs, sweet songs of love... I love you, you know that I do and forever I´ll sing just for you let me know you love me tonight let me hold you in my arms REFRAIN |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
What's all that commotion going on?
The boy in the back on his second attack Wants his baby back. Wants his baby back. What's all that commotion that you hear? The girl in the back who was doing The quake got a belly ache. She can't concentrate. Pick up the beat, you can move like You're made out of vapor. "Catch me if you can" is what she said with her hands. Come on and take me back. Can you take her back? When she gives you the beat and you get the shine, The world slows down and she stops on a dime. Got a number when you close your eyes Like a real magician. Still she knows she'll never lose a thing. She can put you up on a shelf Until she wants to pull the string. Still you know she'll never slip away. Keep time in your head, counting in your head. Slow motion. I can play with time. I can keep today but tomorrow's fine. Stop and look at the pictures rolling in your head. Slow motion. You can play with time. You can leave her today but tomorrow's fine. Stop and live in your dreams at night, Rolling in your bed. Slow motion, you can stop on a dime. Slow motion, you ought to try it sometime. Take me back on another track. Take me back, take me back. Slow motion, you can pick up the beat. Slow motion, you can stop on the street. Take me back on another track. Take me back, take me back. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Shayla worked in a factory.
She wasn't history. She's just a number. One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away. Green trees call to me. I am free but life is so cheap. Scenery is still outside of me. All alone, trapped by its beauty. Shayla turned to run away, To leave in peace and end her stay. Years of fear were in her way. Lost in space and down she came. Suddenly some subtle entity, Some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows. Down here we stop to wonder. Cars on the freeway. Bright lights and thunder. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I'm concentrating on the big laugh You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see What you got hiding in your body cavity I'm so sick of your Jersey rap Your slab rat white as a tic-tac Why don't you take a dirt nap You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great, level down and read 'em From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city Your boom is a distortion Your act is a contortion The perfume and pretension Your hair in invention Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming I thought I heard it all But there's still more coming Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in You said your name was what What kind of a name is that Shooting past me on the turnpike Should have told you to take a hike But there was something I don't know what That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude I guess you did give me a rush Yeah you gave me a thrill Felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill And your pattern yeah your method yeah The way you deliver long and slow The way you get your percussion going Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who's your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back in Jail I got your post card saying How it is in that pen your in Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline Give it a rest, give it a rest You got one dimension pure pretension Cross the river start to shiver Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke I told you one more word from you About Jersey and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won't be too sweet |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
(Seven rooms) I see a house
A house of stone (Filled with gloom) A lonely house 'Cause now you've gone (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Seven rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) I live with emptiness Without your tenderness You took the dream I had for us Turned my dreams into dust I watch a phone that never rings I watch a door that never rings Bring you back into my life Turn this darkness into light I'm all alone in this house Turn this house to a home I need your touch to comfort me Your tender, tender arms that once held me (Seven rooms) Without your love Your love inside {Filled with gloom) This house is just a place To run and hide (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Seven rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) Rooms of emptiness Without your tenderness Don't make me live from day to day Watching a clock that ticks away Another day, another way Another reason for me to stay I need you here, here with me I need you, darling, desperately I'm all alone, all alone In this house that's not a home I miss your love I once had known I miss your kiss that was my very, very own (Seven rooms) Empty silence Surrounding me (Filled with gloom) Lonely walls They stare at me (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) I live with emptiness Without your tenderness All the windows are painted black And wait right here till you come back I'll keep waiting, waiting Till your face again I see (Coming back When are you coming back?) |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Following my lust for wonder
Everywhere I've ever been I can't escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can't ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I'm a multicellular individual You're way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I'm not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar Your face said it was four o'clock I closed my eyes and hear a shot The traffic lights were much too hot I walked my eyes around the block Purple shadows were so thin I had to close my eyes again I didn't know they were important to you I thought their faces were a poster Natural things, scenery You showed me your kind of madness Saw sound slipping silently Time passenger to future shock I closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
We took too long to park the car. ran across the street into the bar. your face said it was four o'clock. i closed my eyes and hear a shot. the traffic lights were much too hot. i walked my eyes Nd the block. purple shadows were so thin. i had to close my eyes again. i didn't know they were important to you. i thought their faces were a poster. natural things, scenery. you showed me you D of madness. saw sound slipping silently. time passenger to future shock. i closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar Your face said it was four o'clock I closed my eyes and hear a shot The traffic lights were much too hot I walked my eyes around the block Purple shadows were so thin I had to close my eyes again I didn't know they were important to you I thought their faces were a poster Natural things, scenery You showed me your kind of madness Saw sound slipping silently Time passenger to future shock I closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
In another life
When the gods were crazy And the measurement of time Were the ending seasons And maybe we believed There was anger in the storm Sometimes the Sky reminds me And if you think that's wild There's my dream of Egypt And the colour of the Nile You're a Roman Soilder It's small world after all But's older than you think Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside In another life when the gods were crazy And complaining all the time And the people look at me The volocano wants a bribe And I'm still afraid of fire mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Bite Size Blondie [ep] (2007)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Love is a burning thing
It makes a fire ring Bound by wild desire I fell into, a ring of fire Taste, my love sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Ohh, the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down The flame swept higher And it burns, burns, burns That ring of fire, that ring of fire |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Love is a burning thing
It makes a fire ring Bound by wild desire I fell into, a ring of fire Taste, my love sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Ohh, the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down The flame swept higher And it burns, burns, burns That ring of fire, that ring of fire |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
I was all alone with the scent of a bone and my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone.
I had not a care, though I wanted to hear the voice of a maiden who was playing down there... At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range. Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose cracking at the news of a prey let loose. I turned around to stare at the face she would wear and I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there. At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot! At the rifle range. If I lose my head, we'll be certainly dead, with visions of acid, how I wish they bled. The drummings of fear cause they're getting so near and I think of a lion who was devoured down there. Yeah yeah yeah! At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I was all alone with the scent of a bone and my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone.
I had not a care, though I wanted to hear the voice of a maiden who was playing down there... At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range. Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose cracking at the news of a prey let loose. I turned around to stare at the face she would wear and I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there. At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot! At the rifle range. If I lose my head, we'll be certainly dead, with visions of acid, how I wish they bled. The drummings of fear cause they're getting so near and I think of a lion who was devoured down there. Yeah yeah yeah! At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Beautiful - The Remix Album [remix] (2002)
Spoken
And now, here is The Voice Toe to toe Dancing very close Body breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spinless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Spoken The world is very different now, for man holds in his mortal hand the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do And you don't stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he's got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars Then, when there's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I said don't stop, do punk rock Spoken We observe today not a victory of party, party, party, party, party, (you bet) party, (you bet) party, (you bet)! Party, party, (you bet) party, party, (you bet) party, party, party, party, party And now, here is The Voice! Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV 'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on And now he's gone back up to space Where he won't have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don't stop Just blast off, sure shot 'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! Ooh, ooh oh! Ooh, ooh oh! |
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from Blondie - Remixed Remade Remodeled - The Blondie Remix Project (2003)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Live By Request (2007)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Cool - Legends (2009)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Stars live in the evening, but the very young need the sun.
Pretty baby, you look so heavenly. A neo nebula from under the sun. I was forming, some say I had my chance. The boys were falling like an avalanche. Ya ya baby, "La Dolce Vita" is a magic dance. No one was listening. Pretty baby, petite ingenue, teenage starlet, I fell in love with you. You, you with the comb... you look ok in every way. Ah... I, I should have known you'd look at me and look away, oh. Pretty baby, you look so heavenly. A neo nebula from under the sun. Eyes that tell me "incense and peppermints". Your looks are larger than life. Long live innocence. Petite ingenue, I fell in love with you. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place I'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The TV set's been on all night. You were wrong and I was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie - Blonde And Beyond-Rarities And Oddities (2003)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place i'm in. Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things i can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The tv set's been on all night. You were wrong and i was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think i'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place I'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The TV set's been on all night. You were wrong and I was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie - Blondie/ Plastic Letters (2005)
I wanna be a platinum blonde.
Ooh! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. In a luminous day-glo shade. Walk into a bar and I'll have it made! Cause if that's all it takes; a double processed blonde... I wanna be a platinum blonde. I wanna be a platinum blonde. Be a platinum blonde. I even tried wearing a wig for a while. It was the right color, but not the right style. Gonna get some peroxide at the beauty supply. See ya later! Nnn, I wanna be a platinum blonde. Aah! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. Now if you need me on Sunday and you look twice and see, that platinum blonde is gonna be me! In a double processed luminous day-glo shade. When I get this color I'll have it made in the shade. Oh, I hope I'm OK! I wanna be a platinum blonde! I wanna be a platinum blonde. Honey, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta! I gotta be a platinum blonde! I gotta be a platinum blonde. I gotta be a platinum blonde! I'll hit the bottle baby. |
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