Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982) by Blondie (보컬), Blondie (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ah... adventure
Very near and then you vanish
Rescue from invasion
Narrowly avoided
Have to live with nature
Hear a voice from a novel

Love persuasion
Very near and then you vanished
Some say he's too handsome
Some say he's unique
Steel, the weave, the night trick
Aphrodisiac

Ah, ooh, ah, the boy's herb
Vanilla, vanilla
They say I'll never find him
Or evidence left behind
Flip a coin to decide it
Is it now or never?
Have to live with nature
I hear a voice from a novel

Love persuasion
Oh, orchidia
Steel, the weave, the night trick
Weave the tale you find
Reappear in a vision
My heart's racing with the rhythm
Even in the drum beat
Time will tell the story

Looking for an adventure
Here today, gone tomorrow
Articles declaring
Evidence to follow
Heart is pumping to the rhythm
The story is repeated

Ah-ooh-ah-ya...

Where are you?
Where, where are you, orchidia?
Where are you?
Where are you, orchidia?

Whoa, ooh, oh
Where are ya, orchidia?
Orchidia?
Orchidia?

In Babylon on the boulevard of broken
dreams my will power at the lowest ebb
Oh what can I do?
Oh buccaneer!
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here save my
soul from sin?
"You wanna get away?
You’ve had it man?
Nothing’s going right so come sit on the
sands of the island!
Island of lost souls
No luxuries No no!
Amenities Too dull your senses Oh oh!
Only primitive! Hey hey "really get away!"
is what he said
Where did he go?
I’m tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He’s not with me!
Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run run away from me?
"The sky is blue the sea is warm and clear
and golden sands
Are calling out to you Inviting Make a new
man outta you
You can come for a while come with a friend
forget about work start all over again
Let the real you through Here’s what we do
Where did he go?
I’m tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He’s not with me!
Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run run away from me?
Oh-oh oh-oh!
Oh buccaneer!
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here save my
soul from sin?
No luxuries No no!
Amenities Too dull your senses Oh oh!
Only primitive hey hey really get away
Island of lost souls
Eee ya ya ya ya ya! Island of Lost Souls
Iya iya iya iya island Iya island
Island of lost so oh oh oh oh
Iya iya Island of lost souls Forget about
work
Forget about work! Start all over again!
Oh oh oh oh Island of lost souls
Island of lost so oh oh oh oh
Far away from Babylon Oh oh oh oh oh On the
boulevard
Oh oh Of broken dreams
Island of lost so oh oh oh Oh oh!

"Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences of the forty planets (,satellites, moons, stars, and any other inhabited orbs) with contestants entered in the annual Grande Trex, the only inter-universal race. This year's event promises excitement to surpass all previous races! As many of you fans know already the route or track of the race, orbits, and glides has been increased by 5000 million kilometers thus enabling Grande Trex to include the B'Arc 15 system (in our present event and for all succeeding GT races)!"

Dragonfly * Dragonfly * Satellite * Strike and fight
Laser light * Shot tonight * Target nullified * Gyro subdivide
Lattitude * Longitude * Satellite * Solid substitute
Dragonfly * Arc revise

What's a drag race?
Can't you see those dragons speeding up the street?
But I learned they weren't real.
Figments of the ancient's fear.

Rapid scan * Radians * For the chance * To win the grande
Maneuvers * Preprogram * Windage * Won't operate
Negative * Bearing swell

Dragons fly, they symbolize in myth and saga breathing fire.
Look up there's one flying higher!
Faster than the SSC.
Is science hiding witchery?

"Grande Trex fans throughout the universe are well informed on the risks the pilots take in entering this race; re-entry into some of the alien atmospheres is tricky business which can cause a craft to implode, explode, melt, lose atomic structure, and so forth, adding to the interstellar degree that on its own is a terrific danger to the ships (while) en route. The surface craft scheduled to launch at 0700.51(00) Greenwich mean time have assembled on one of our very own stars (Neutron Einstar EV 9) for this year's event. And the excitement is at a fevering pitch as the countdown approaches zero!"

Dragonfly * Rations glide * In free fall slide * Systems nullify
Satellite * Dragonfly * Surface launch * Radio silence
Hover high * Level off

The time space tactics saved us then.
Display report. Present urgent.
Sequence counting surface launch.
Dragonfly destroying all.
Science claiming newest findings.
Chanting calling flying dragons.
Aboard all systems optimum.
Nova scheduled, war continued.
Half the continental shelf burned by interval.
Interval.

"We have retained as an added feature of daring, thrills, and excitement of this race, a feature which I'm sure you're going to like, the computer override lasting three and a half hours or two gens, when pilots and co-pilots manually control free-fall, latitude, logitude, protract gravity, revise dimensional equations, run program checks, submerge in the wild oceans of Jonrin 22, and photograph as much territory and terrain as they can in addition to the requisite three thousand automatic shots. The postulate for mischance runs high but not as high as the tension and competitive spirit right here (on Earth) and all over the (4) galaxies (represented in this Seventh Grande Trex)."

Dragonfly * Dragonfly * Beacons aim * Space game

"The countdown is -200 and I am turning you over to the control room at command central (Sia Lan) for the launch. Good luck to all the entrants and especially to our own ship, (the) Dragonfly! (Onward to victory! (Remember comdirect and radio silence will temporarily be in effect.))"

Satellite * Computerized * Mighty flight * Hypersonic glide
Win the race * Calibrate * Reentry place * (Multi) fail safe

"Beacons lasers quasars guns mounted on deck, rapid survey reactor, fail safe radians. Extra points awarded for city salvage delivered at the finish line preferably retaining molecular identity. Each ship one shot at one designated planet with one pass to carry out (objective) and execute retrieve code. Flip axis at will. Computer override duration; 3 1/2 hours or 2 gens for pilot/co-pilot manual control. Exposed photographic material without readable subject matter will not be included in final point total."

Don't look over my shoulder, I'm trying to read.
Remember these intimate moments; don't forget my privacy.
We both have our orders and a trick up the sleeve.
There's no use pretending you're asleep...
The subject was roses: quine geology.
Deliberate notice you're taking of me.
Caution and danger are not family.
Don't try turning the tables on me!
Too long and too lonely...
For your eyes only, secretly.
Enjoy the paradox: you thinking I'm the fox.
Can't ya see you personally?
So many people know who you are
and they know you've been looking for your counterpart.
We're chasing an echo in sonic 3-D
and if I laugh without joking, make believe.
Too long and too lonely...
For your eyes only, totally.
I like what you're showing.
For your eyes only, secretly.
For your eyes only.

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.

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.

My name is Little Caesar.
My friends call me LC.
My Daddy's named the same and passed it on to me.
I'm the kinda guy who by and by who wants to be your friend.
I'll make you a happy ending.
I loop the loo.
I do it good.
I've been called alot of names, some of them obscene.
But you think I'm funny and wonder about me? I don't worry anymore, get uptight, or fear.
Back in the days of "funny" funny they called me queer.
They used to call me.
They called me rudely.
I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kinda fella, a goodtime gentleman.
Perform my magic for ya then I'll make my plan.
When I'm gone you'll feel so low: obsession out-a-hand.
You'll find I'll linger in your mind.
You can't forgive me.
You won't forget me.
You can't live without me.
Can't live without me.
You'll find there's not enough and that you love too much.
Can't live without me.
You can't live with me.
Can't live without me.
Just call me Caesar.
You can't forgive me.
You won't forget me.
I'm Little Caesar, yea.

Be my TV Guide in between the stations.
Be my satellite: secret information.
Stairway going one way to the subway.
Waiting for the train.
Take it to the runway.
Journal in the Square, fingers in the hairdo.
England in the air, Beatle in the bathroom.
Highway going one way or another.
Let's get in the car.
Brooklyn Queens Expressway.
Turning in the light, singing to the doorway.
Standing on the side, listen to the subway.
(No one understands you, upperhands you, lonely valentine.
Bell and book and candle.)

When I was 17 I saw a magazine.
It had those English boys who had long hair.
When I was on my own they moved into my town, and I just called 'em up and they'd be there.
In 1969 I had a lousy time.
I listened to the songs, read letters sent from Nam.
Now peace and love were gone, the tired soldiers home.
Ideal society gunned down the '70s
Does it feel the same to you?
Why do you act the way you do?
Pack it up or pack it in.
There's no excuse.
Could the hands of time reverse?
Would we wake or take the ride and again speak with one voice?
We knew each other well although we never met.
Messages passed to tell equal respect.
Coincidence recurred.
I had to laugh a lot.
One week hung up superb, said maybe not.

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.

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.