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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante. You asked me what's my pleasure, "A movie or a measure"? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming. Dreaming is free. I don't want to live on charity. Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity. People stop and stare at me, we just walk on by; We just keep on dreaming. Feet feet: walking a two mile. Meet meet: meet me at the turnstile. I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream dream: even for a little while. Dream dream: filling up an idle hour. Fade away, radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow. I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own; Something you can have and hold. I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming. Dreaming is free. |
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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 - 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, 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, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
You gotta jump up ah to the beat. Uh!
S stand up wo-on yer feet. Uh! Toes are tippi tippi tippi tapping! Uhd you do it even when you're yapping. Hey you got a sweet tooth and I remember. Ah s s stand up on yer feet. Uh! Toes are tippi tippi tippi tapping. Hey you got a sweet tooth and I remember sitting in the kitchen eating peanut butter. Eat To The Beat! Yeah, you gotta, gotta you got the beat. Uh! Ah sweeta sweeya you beat your meat. Uh! I know you do it. I know you do it! I seen you, seen you, seen you, seen you chewing. Hey, you got a sweet tooth and I remember. A sweety treat, uh, you beat yer meat. Uh! I know you do it, I know you do it. Oh, you got a sweet tooth and I remember standing on the corner with a piece of pizza. Eat To The Beat! Condition RED! You gotta jump up ah to the beat. Uh! S s stand up oh-on yer feet. Uh! Toes are tippi tippi tippi tapping! Uhd you do it even when you're yapping. Oh you got a sweet tooth and I remember. I seen you, seen you, you beat your meat. Uh! I know you do it, I know you do it. Hey, you got a tummy ache and I remember sitting in the bathroom drinking Alka Seltzer. Eat To The Beat! Eat To The Beat! Eat To The Beat! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
No, I don't believe in luck.
No, I don't believe in circumstance no more. Accidents never happen in a perfect world, So I won't believe in luck. I saw you walking in the dark, So I slipped behind your footsteps for a while. Caught you turning 'round the block... Fancy meeting in a smaller world. After all, accidents never happen. Could have planned it all. Precognition in my ears. Accidents never happen in a perfect world. Complications disappear. Now you love me. I, yeah, I can tell. I never lied. I never cried. And you, you knew so well. Like the Magi on the hill, I can divinate your presence from afar. And I'll follow you until I can bring you to a perfect world. Accidents never happen in a perfect world. Accidents never happen. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Die young, stay pretty.
Deteriorate in your own time. Tell 'em you're dead and wither away. Are ya living alone or with your family? a dried up twig on your family tree? Are ya waiting for the reaper to arrive? Or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth. So, die young and stay pretty. Leave only the best behind. Slipping sensibilities. Tragedy in your own dream. Oh, ya sit all alone in your rocking chair, transistor pressed against an ear. Were ya waiting at the bus stop all your life? Or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth. So live fast 'cause it won't last. Dearly near senility. Was it good or maybe you won't tell? |
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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)
Uh huh make me tonight.
Tonight make it right. Uh huh make me tonight. Tonight. Tonight. Oh uh huh make it magnificent. Tonight. Right. Oh, your hair is beautiful. Oh, tonight. Atomic. Tonight make it magnificent. Tonight. Make me tonight. Your hair is beautiful. Oh, tonight. Atomic. Atomic. Oh. |
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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 - 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)
Every day you've go to wake up and disappear
Behind your makeup. Take away your calendar watch and You can't keep track until your heart attack. Hey, I'm living in a magazine, Page to page in my submarine! Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me, need an elevator. Hey, I'll see you later, 'Cause I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more. Yeah. I can be whatever I want to. I talk to me, I even agree. Every day's a holiday. You can look through the glass and take a photograph. You will never ever walk on the moon, Leave your body and float through the room. You could never conquer me, 'Cause I'm not here and you're not there. And, and I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more. Yeah. Didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Bye bye! I can do anything at all. I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall. Pull the plug on your digital clock and It all goes dark and the bodies stop. Hey, I'm living in a magazine, Page to page in my teenage dream. Hey, now, Mary, you can't follow me, Without a satellite. I'm on a power flight 'Cause I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world, no more, no more. I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world. I'm not living in the real world, No more, no more, no more. No more, no more, no more. No more, no more, no more. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Die young, stay pretty.
Deteriorate in your own time. Tell 'em you're dead and wither away. Are ya living alone or with your family? a dried up twig on your family tree? Are ya waiting for the reaper to arrive? Or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth. So, die young and stay pretty. Leave only the best behind. Slipping sensibilities. Tragedy in your own dream. Oh, ya sit all alone in your rocking chair, transistor pressed against an ear. Were ya waiting at the bus stop all your life? Or just to die by the hand of love? Love for youth, love for youth. So live fast 'cause it won't last. Dearly near senility. Was it good or maybe you won't tell? |
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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 - Eat To The Beat (1979)
I, I will be Queen
And you, you will be King Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them just for one day We can be heroes just for one day And you, you can be new And I, I'll drag you all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes, we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We can steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever What do you say I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them forever and ever Oh, we can be heroes just for one day I, I would be Queen And you, you would be King Though nothing will drive them away We can be heroes just for one day We can be honest just for one day I, I remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (by the wall) The guns shot above our heads (above our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side Oh, we can beat them forever and ever Then we can be heroes just for one day We can be heroes We can be heroes We can be heroes just for one day Just for one day |
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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, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page I sold my one vision For a piece of the cake I haven't ate in days For unspoken value Aesthetic, and charm I'd smile at you sideways But the lighting is wrong I'm taking a picture And counting the cost While the bells in my ears Keep ringing I set my hand to writing you It drifted off the page I nearly fell I feel like a lowlife in hell And I haven't slept in days And days, days and days Beat on my Fender Through my Gemini 2 Play to the posters On the wall of my room Thought I was crazy When I'd think about you And the bells in my ears Keep ringing And the bells in my ears Keep ringing In my ear bells Are ringing |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Oh Denis doo-be-do
I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you Denis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue Denis Denis, I’ve got a crush on you Denis Denis, I’m so in love with you Oh when we walk it always feels so nice And when we talk it seems like paradise Denis Denis I’m so in love with you You’re my king and I’m in heaven every time I look at you When you smile it’s like a dream And I’m so lucky ’cause I found a boy like you Denis Denis, oh won’t you hold me tight? Denis Denis, please can we kiss all night? Denis Denis, I’m so in love with you Denis Denis, avec tes yeux si bleux Denis Denis, moi j’ai flashe a nous deux Denis Denis, un grand baiser d’eternite Denis Denis, je suis si folle de toi Denis Denis, oh embrasse-moi ce soir Denis Denis, un grand baiser d’eternite Oh Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you, Denis doo-be-do I’m in love with you |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Flight 45 was last seen alive on the runway,
leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next monday). And our friends are at the airport... Cousin Bill says, "enjoy the water sports". As we fly into the mystery the film comes on and the Earth recedes. Several hours out - 20 minutes south of Bermuda. The communication's gone - something has to be so wrong. And it must be Jesus calling... The silver ship, the blue sea falling. Death was in that poison wave and in it's gulf a fitting grave. The coast guard said they might be found... They know just where the plane went down. |
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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, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
1 2 3 4
Although I'm young I got a job to do. Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe. Call it a business trip. Got to hide inside my trenchcoat and be clever . I got my papers and a cyanide pill. My polaroid's a taser in disguise. There's a base in the hills, and the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November. Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun. Your love reads like the broken code you sent me. One last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the K.G.B. detect me. Can't trust a soul, secret messenger, just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain and a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange. I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead! No one left to worry. Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry. Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run and the long arms of the C.I.A. detect me. Hey! Hey! Hey! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Was it destiny?
I don’t know yet Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet? Something in my consciousness told me you’d appear Now I’m always touched by your presence dear When we play at cards you use an extra sense It’s really not cheating, you know? You can read my hand I’ve got no defense When you send your messages, whispered loud and clear I’m always touched by your presence dear Floating pass the evidence of possibilities We could navigate together psychic frequencies Coming into contact with outer entities We could entertain each one with our theosophies Stay awake at night and count your REM’s When you’re talking with your super friends Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere I am still in touch with your presence dear I am still in touch with your presence dear |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
I'm on E.
I'm on E. I'm on E. Got nothin' to say. I used to have a car of my own. I'm on E. I'm on E. I'm on E for England. Laid out for maybe a week. I've walked my feet to the bone. I'd give my life for a car of my own. I'm on E. I'm on E. Two weeks ago saturday I was on TV. I'd like a show of my own. But you see I'm still on E even though everything is happening to me. So when your drivin' on home don't regret your loan. I'm on E. I'm on E. I gave my car to a guy named Vinnie. I feel like gassin' my feet. They've totalled (?) and skipped a beat. I used to have a car of my own. 28 or 58. Walking to refrigerator. To the pump, do the bump. Still on E, I'll think of something. I'm on E and I'm on E. I'll never have to stop my feet. 28 or 58. Walking to refrigerator. To the pump, do the bump. Still on E, I'll think of something. I'm on E and I'm on E. I'll never have to fill my feet up. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
You got ants in your pants.
I don't understand. I don't trust the flick of your eyes. You're a viper and love's a fever. You said something profane and went for a vein but in spite of your "delicate touch", I should have known as much: I'm a bleeder. I didn't have the nerve to say no. I didn't have the nerve to say no. You caught me surprised and my will resigned. Torture the minds of them all. You're a brain drain, you'd better beat it. I'm following lines. The blind leads the blind. So hang me or grant me a stay. You better cut me loose or hand me a noose. There's no end to the problem of a bad situation. Complication. No, no, no, no, ah. There's no end to the problem and frustration. I need a vacation. No, no, no, no, ah. And I know I couldn't. And I know that I couldn't say no. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
We fell in love
Down at the pier You were sunbathing I was around Soon we were sharing A beer We fell in love At the pier I'm no sentimental slob So don't think I'm queer You got somethin', baby And it ain't just my beer Well, maybe it's the hot pants Maybe the heat Or was it the sneakers You kicked off your feet? Hey! I sat under my umbrella To keep my pearly skin You tanned your oily body Looking like sin Well, soon I was sweatin' And I wanted to leave You slipped into the water From too much grease Whoo! Well, I saw you yelling I just couldn't hear So I screamed back at ya: "Honey, keep the beer!" Whoah! We never consummated Our outside love affair Too much tar and water Too much hot air Oh, what a tragic end To love that was lost We would have stood a chance If we met in the frost, but... We fell in love Down at the pier You were sunbathing I was around Now I go to beaches With my girlfriend Now no more love splinters In my rear end |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Eyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation".
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door. I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes, got no imagination to clutter up my head. Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes. Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged. I can see me in the morning; avoiding your detection, slowly down the staircase, looking for the door. All is fair in love and war but I don't want your love no more. One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead. You're fragile and you're very green, conditioned by a milk machine. Got no imagination. Got no imagination. No. Take a walk, kid. Eyes that tell me "baby, you don't need no invitation". Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move. I can see me in the morning; losing my direction, deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Uh hey! You've got an unnerving face and twitching eyes like Norman Bates.
You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror. Farm boy brown gas station sweeper. You took that girl, you put the saddle on her. Just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple, and she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh. Uh hey! Your daddy's Whiskey Sam. He's got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland. Playin' solitaire, your mother fidgets. You wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches. She bitches like a brat. She got the money. People breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny. Where's your old man now? Nobody's home, uh-huh. Kidnapper. Uh hey! They call you Skinny Jim and nobody knows the boat you're in. They dipped your tail when you were back in school. Well, you're a real strange cake but your nobody's fool. So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her. Just thirteen. She's fresh out of diapers and she don't know your the kidnapper, uh-huh. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
You know he can't be tested.
He can't be read or found. Urban gray takes breath away. He wants to push his pedal to the ground. And the night's what's right. Puts him at the wheel. Well, I eat danger. Any stranger is all right. Feel hot to go like Jimmy O. Dodging flying objects at the show. And the lights make me fight. In Detroit 442... Maybe, baby, I could ride with you. This town's a concrete factory and dad and mom look just like me. I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind! You said you wanna hang around. No one really cares where you go. Take your time. Things never change. In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you. One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
All the way down do it.
Another way down. Why, yeah. What do you know huh? I seen you skip that cautious lip. Now tell me this through that cautious lip. You can be bit as I make you it. I seen you skip that cautious lip. A chance you'll fit that cautious lip. It's just these things, not really gifts. It's just these things, not really gifts. I seen you skip that cautious lip. I seen you skip that cautious lip, but never miss my bouncing hips. A girl so sweet. A love so strong. I seen you skip, I see you tip. You can be bit as I make you it. I seen you skip that cautious lip. Ah I seen you skip that cautious lip. Ah. Cautious lip cautious lip. You can be bit. I'll make you it. I seen you skip. Cautious lip. Change your fit. Skip of the lip. Oh oh not really get. Skip lip oh oh arggghhhhh ah ah! Whats going on? No way. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon found out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind In between What I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing, there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you, it's just no good You teasin' like you do Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Lost inside Adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin', please don't push me aside We could've made it cruisin', yeah La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, ridin' high On love's true bluish lie Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh |
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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, 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, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
You know he can't be tested.
He can't be read or found. Urban gray takes breath away. He wants to push his pedal to the ground. And the night's what's right. Puts him at the wheel. Well, I eat danger. Any stranger is all right. Feel hot to go like Jimmy O. Dodging flying objects at the show. And the lights make me fight. In Detroit 442... Maybe, baby, I could ride with you. This town's a concrete factory and dad and mom look just like me. I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind! You said you wanna hang around. No one really cares where you go. Take your time. Things never change. In Detroit 442 maybe baby I could ride with you. One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon found out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind In between What I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing, there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you, it's just no good You teasin' like you do Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a thing of the past Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Lost inside Adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin', please don't push me aside We could've made it cruisin', yeah La-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, ridin' high On love's true bluish lie Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out to be a pain in the ass Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in Black Don't look back And I love you You're dirty and sweet oh yeah. Well you're slim and you're weak You got the teeth Of the Hydra upon you. You're dirty sweet And you're my girl. Get It On Bang a gong Get It On You're built like a car You got a hubcap Diamond star halo You're built like a car Oh yeah. You're an untamed youth That's the truth With your cloak full of eagles You're dirty sweet And you're my girl Well you're windy and wild You got the blues I'm your shoes and your stockings. You're windy and wild Oh yeah. Oh take me These boots were made for walking And that's just what they'll do Oh you're still, pretty good |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
"Hey, y'know?"
"Uh, I dunno." I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I give but I don't get. I will but I won't yet. I lose but I don't bet. I'm your dog but not your pet. Now I know but I don't care. Then I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I care but I don't care. I could but I won't be. You can but not with me. It's all a mystery. Locked out without a key. Now I care but I don't care. And I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I know but I don't know. Now I know that you don't know. And I see that you don't see. I care but I don't care. I don't care that you don't know. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall I know he’s there, but I just had to call Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I heard your mother now she’s going out the door Did she go to work or just go to the store All those things she said, I told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone It’s good to hear your voice, you know it’s been so long If I don’t get your call then everything goes wrong I want to tell you something you’ve known all along Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I’d like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
"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." |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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. |
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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 - 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)
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. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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.) |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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. |
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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 - 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)
Based on the desire for total mobility and the serious physical pursuit of religious freedom, the auto drove mankind further than the wheel and - in remote areas even today - is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance. This articulate conception has only brought us all more of the same - thoughtlessly locked into phase two gridlock, keyed up, on it's rims and abandoned on the expressway.
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Your old lover's lying in the gutter
He used to be such an all night strutter "Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter, "Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter." It's so hard to say no when the deck is stacked to only go slow It's easy sweet to live it up An easy street when you've had enough Darkened night, splashing light, soft and white and so polite Let him in, beneath the rim, beneath the skin, your next of kin Cleansing fire, funeral pyre, broken wire grown inside her Secret hush, swollen rush, it's soft and plush It's so plush You know it's so passe to sleep without you every day So easy to do your stuff, so easy to live it up |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there? I just wanna jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time! Oh, alright. Hit it boys! My initials sprayed across a pavement cut into your private interview. Talk to me now. Step into my room, we'll have a word or two. If I ever had a million dollars and if I didn't give it all to you would you lose interest? Show me indifference? Foot in another shoe? Not very high heels. Not wearing sneakers too. A magazine ad, a printed canvas, a basic new shade blue suede shoe. Thought I'd like to have a little party. Thought I'd like to have a little do. Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment, honey, here's looking at you! I'll stop my drinking (give you my promise true), clean out the closet, be existential, and cast a vote for the president too. But for the action of the moment, nothing does what it ought to do. Instant depression, I learned my lesson, nothing that I'd rather do. Come on over my place. Can't see him sideways. Honey, here's looking at you. |
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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 Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold The children come in here and they dare the ghost Like a fire burning in a stone Silent light in the theater's sky Phantom cigarette and a silent cry The door swings open and it's cold outside Run and hide run and hide They can still see him singing on the corner Singing songs that never fade away Fade into the kids that come along Memory in a silent seat Melody on a long retreat Like an angel on a balcony Like an angel on a balcony |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
She knew it about Route Three.
Oh, she blew it, you know she coulda told me. He can't say no, he can't ask why. Go through it, highway bride. He delivers, he's a roadsider. He gets no road from a back seat driver. Away we go, yes or no? I love you honey, gimme a beer. But just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me. And I've got no defense, but it makes no difference. 'Cause just like Jerry Lee, she's tuning in on me. She does it easy, like a C.B. He's hard to hold on the rolling road. He knows his rig's hot, get through that roadblock. Ten miles to go, oh, radio. She knew it, now so does he. Well, I love you honey, gimme a beer. Ooh, go through it, come sit right here. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
There you are, giving candy.
Making confidence with an easy eye. Easy words... oh, what a dancer. Dance you right into the corner in the fire. Do the dark apostle. Do the sidewalk hustle. Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire. Walk on glass with the master. There's no question he can't answer with his eyes. What a stage, oh what a dancer. Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes. When you break the rules and you burn your bridges, And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her. Do the dark apostle. Do the sidewalk hustle. Do the invisible dance in the fire, fire, fire, fire. Walk on glass, walk on fire. |
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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)
Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition.
His space is at the Palace. He sleeps for twenty five cents. Now he's wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag. It ain't nine to five. Down and dirty, he's an old tramp. He poses like a dead man. The night train passes by. Money's not the answer for princes and dancers. He's standing under street lights. He's thinking of his old life. He lost his pretty young wife. The corner is his big plan. His brunch with Jim and jitters. Boston blue laws ain't for shitters. And newsprint is for cheaters. Cement mattress for believers. Now he's shooting power curves. His buddies think he's got some nerve. Missus Face had other lovers. Her arms smothered other numbers. He freezes. Christmas season, all Saints protect him. His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition. |
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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, 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 - Autoamerican (1980)
Far from day, far from night, out of time, out of sight, in between earth and sea, we shall fly.
Follow me. Dry the rain, warm the snow where winds never go. Follow me. Follow me to a cave by a sapphire shore where we'll walk through an emerald door, and for thousands of breathless "evermore"s my life you will be. Only you. Only I. World farewell. World goodbye. To our home 'neath the sea we shall fly. Follow me. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me my love you can call me any day or night Call me Cover me with kisses, baby Cover me with love Roll me in designer sheets I'll never get enough Emotions come I don't know why Cover up love's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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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 - Parallel Lines (1978)
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall.
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall. I know he's there, but I just had to call. Don't leave me hanging on the telephone. I heard your mother, now she's going out the door. Did she go to work or just go to the store? All those things she said, I told you to ignore. Oh why can't we talk again? Don't leave me hanging on the telephone. It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long. If I don't get your calls then everything goes wrong. I want to tell you something you've known all along. Don't leave me hanging on the telephone. I had to interrupt and stop this conversation. Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation. I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection. Oh I can't control myself! Don't leave me hanging on the telephone. Hang up and run to me! Oh! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
One way or another, I'm gonna find ya'
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One way or another, I'm gonna win ya' I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One way or another, I'm gonna see ya' I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha....ah.... I will drive past your house And if the lights are all down I'll see who's around..... One way or another, I'm gonna find ya' I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One way or another, I'm gonna win ya' I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One way or another, I'm gonna see ya' I'm gonna meetcha, meetcha, meetcha, meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha....ah.... And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hangin' out..... (break) One way or another, I'm gonna lose ya' I'm gonna give you the slip A slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya'....I'm gonna trick ya'..... One way or another I'm gonna lose ya' I'm gonna trick ya', trick ya', trick ya', trick ya' One way or another I'm gonna lose ya' I'm gonna give you the slip!! I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall Where I can see it all, find out who ya' call Lead you to the supermarket Check out some specials and rat food Get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha' (where I can see it all, find out who ya' call) I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha....!!! Repeats and fades |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
All I want is a room with a view.
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you. All I want is a room with a view, oh... I will give you my finest hour, the one I spent watching you shower. I will give you my finest hour, oh, yeah. All I want is a photo in my wallet. A small remembrance of something more solid. All I want is a picture of you. Picture this - a day in December. Picture this - freezing cold weather. You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids if it weren't for your job at the garage. If you could only, Picture this - a sky full of thunder. Picture this - my telephone number. One and one is what I'm telling you, oh, yeah. All I want is 20/20 vision. A total portrait with no omissions. All I want is a vision of you, oh... If you can, Picture this - a day in December. Picture this - freezing cold weather. You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids if it weren't for your job at the garage. If you could only, Picture this - a sky full of thunder. Picture this - my telephone number. One and one is what I'm telling you. Get a pocket computer, try to do what ya used to do, yeah. |
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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 - Parallel Lines (1978)
"Hey, y'know?"
"Uh, I dunno." I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I know but I don't know. I give but I don't get. I will but I won't yet. I lose but I don't bet. I'm your dog but not your pet. Now I know but I don't care. Then I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I care but I don't care. I could but I won't be. You can but not with me. It's all a mystery. Locked out without a key. Now I care but I don't care. And I know but I don't see. Now I see but I don't know. I know but I don't know. Now I know that you don't know. And I see that you don't see. I care but I don't care. I don't care that you don't know. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax.
Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette It's ten to ten. Time is running out. Lock up all your memories. Get outa here, you know that we can run. Today can last another million years. Today could be the end of me. It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive. Pumping like a fugitive in cover from the night. Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean. Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand. Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean. We can run. Today can last another million years. Today could be the end of me. It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive. Hanging on a frequency, burning like a fire. Boy, you've got the motion down. It's getting late, I'm tired and I've lost control. Don't leave me here. Time is running out. Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean. We can run. Today can last another million years. Today could be the end of me. It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive. |
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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 - 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)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing only to find Much mistrust love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon found out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing but I was so blind Much mistrust love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing only to find Much mistrust love is far behind Lost inside adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah Na na na na na na na na na Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy Woooo, Oh! Woooo, Oh! Woooo, Oh! Woooo, Oh! Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out Seemed like the real thing only to find Much mistrust love is far behind In between what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do Na na na |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
You're gonna say you miss me.
You're gonna say you'll kiss me. You're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. I don't care what you told me. You're gonna say you'll hold me. You're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. After all another fella took ya, but I still can't overlook ya. I'm gonna do my best to hook ya after all is said and done. I don't care what you told me. You're gonna say you'll hold me and you're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. You're gonna tell me sweet things. You're gonna make my heart sing and I'm gonna hear bells ring 'cause I'm gonna love you too. You're gonna say you miss me and you're gonna say you'll kiss me and you're gonna say you love me 'cause I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. I'm gonna love you too. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Oh, don't ya know?
Don't wanna see ya any more. Put up or shut up. Ya spell, ya read, D.O.O.R. Ya got a big mouth and I'm happy to see your foot is firmly entrenched where a molar should be. If you talk much louder you could get an award from the federal communications board. Don't be cruel. Be a thing - sweet thing as a rule. Don't be sad. I left you in the street. You're pre-fab. I had to get away. Don't go away sad. Don't go pre-fab. Don't go be bad. Don't go away mad, just go away. Oh, don't ya know? Don't wanna see ya here no more. Pack it and move it. Ya spell, ya read, O.U.T out. Don't be bad. A mad hatter's beret. Sometimes you look, like you just made an escape. Don't be mad or lose your medicaid cool. Of course, cool rhymes with fool. Don't go be bad 'cause you been had. Don't go away sad. Don't go away mad, Just go away! Oh, don't ya know? I don't wanna see ya curse and pout. Pack it and move it. Ya spell, ya read, O.U.T out. Don't go be bad 'cause you been had. Don't go away sad. Don't go away mad, Just go away! Go away! Go away and stay away! |
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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’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall I know he’s there, but I just had to call Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I heard your mother now she’s going out the door Did she go to work or just go to the store All those things she said, I told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone It’s good to hear your voice, you know it’s been so long If I don’t get your call then everything goes wrong I want to tell you something you’ve known all along Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I’d like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Ooh baby, I hear how you spend nighttime:
Wrapped like candy in a blue blue neon glow. Fade away and radiate. Ooh baby, watchful lines vibrate soft in brainwave time. Silver pictures move so slow. Golden tubes faintly glow. Electric faces seem to merge. Hidden voices mock your words. The beams become my dream. My dream is on the screen. Dusty frames that still arrive die in 1955. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall
If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall I know he’s there, but I just had to call Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I heard your mother now she’s going out the door Did she go to work or just go to the store All those things she said, I told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone It’s good to hear your voice, you know it’s been so long If I don’t get your call then everything goes wrong I want to tell you something you’ve known all along Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I’d like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing a vision of you All I want is a room with a view, oooooh I will give you my finest hour, the one I spent watching you shower I will give you my finest hour oh yeah All I want is a photo in my wallet A small remembrance of something more solid All I want is a picture of you Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only, oohh, oh Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you oh yeah All I want is 20/20 vision A total portrait with no omissions All I want is a vision of you, ooooh If you can Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you Get a pocket computer try to do what ya used to do yeah |
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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. |