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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 - 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 - Blondie (1976)
I always had my eyes on you but you came from across the line.
I had to make good time to see you but you had to pay the fine. All the boys on my side knew that you were the shark. If you were found on the borderline you'd be shot in the dark. Don't wear those clothes again, they don't make it in this crowd. Don't go out D.T.K., you'll wear your best suit in the ground. We're meeting in a neutral zone: the last car on the train. The love you brought shaking up my bones and crawling through our veins. We always met at the edge of a blade and we left at the end of the fight. Of all the girls you've played and you laid why did this one have to be white? They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you. You better believe me, I wouldn't lie. We better quit before you're through! They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you. You better believe me, I wouldn't lie. We better quit before you're through! |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Livid (2000)
uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
i know what i’m made of
by what’s inside of me maybe science, maybe giants maybe just a mystery maybe the mother of invention is really intensity and baby when they made you i was the background melody a partner to the feeling now you’re a part of me so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me don’t think i’m fantasizing i didn’t make it up lots of people tell me things things about their love how the music that was playing low how they made you in the afterglow i didn’t see ‘em do the body rock i didn’t feel the after shocks but baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one to dance the one who takes a chance be the only one who’s real the only one who feels be the only one who loves you may think i’m egocentric but i’m only centered some of the time i want you to remember i wanna be the tune you can’t get out of your mind i wasn’t there to see the pressure drop i didn’t do the momma and pop baby when they made you i was the background melody was it the lady or the tiger who was the bottom who was the top oh baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me |
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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 - 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 - No Exit (1999)
Passing the match test?
That's some kind of tease Cause everything rests on the moment The little flame sees Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room If you get past that brief little flash Take down my number with your pencil moustache Play truth or dare in the light on a stray anywhere Don't follow the fallen already lying down there Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Oh yeah, uh? Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? Keeping my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine When we trip the light fantastic We're feeling so rare If you follow your features aligned by the glare Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? I'll keep my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine Passing the match test and no one says thank you 멌ause they're gone just as fast as a breeze Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Yeah let's go boom Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Ah let's go, boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room |
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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 - Livid (2000)
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 - Livid (2000)
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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body Black in the blackness around me The fallacy of a dream The bliss of the wild The dark raging tide Deep as the sea Deep as the sea inside of me I offer myself to the danger in you To your fierce elctricity You're the fire in my burning soul I shake in the wilderness above I'll always be back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild And it's a matter of flesh and love Your warm breath on my face Your skin drinks my soul The bliss of the wild The sound of your blood flowing ovér me The irresistable color of the moon And they make it(?) by your love How can I feel so free when I'm so bound to you? To the power of our imaging To the madness of our passion To the wilderness of our love I'll always come back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild The danger is electric You're the fire in my soul I shake in the wilderness I feel you pull like the moon The galaxy is a dream Desire brings me back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire, desire Desire brings me back |
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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)
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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Dull afternoon
Pale evening sun I'm as tense as A high noon run I'm gonna cross that bridge When I come to it Getting over Stepping up I'm at the end of a stretch Wearing high heels that fit Crossing Diamond Bridge The street was straight Straight and narrow The bridge was not I'm gonna burst my seams Know what temptation means Days were old And nights got hot Feel the difference, it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire I'm not throwing my pearls to swine I'm crossing Diamond Bridge I don't wanna go there But I can't stay here Just a shiny baby In the bright light's glare If I cross that line Break the ties that bind Stepping over Wrong and right Gonna raise the stakes I'm staying wide awake Crossing over Growing up I feel the difference and it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire And melts the ice off my desire I'm crossing Diamond Bridge |
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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)
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 - No Exit (1999)
Dig up the conjo
Break in the mojo Dig up the conjo Making me well Who do you love? Little mouse got a gun to your head And drums in the night going blind Hypnotised Lost in the Congo Holding the bongo Kilimanjaro Dig up the conjo Listen to gods For the name little hearts Be like saints come marching in Deep in the bayou Demon inside you Put on the hoo doo Put on the hoo doo Who do you love? "Hey mommy do you see that man?" "Hey mommy I don't understand" "It's only a zombie honey hailing a cab" "Just hold my hand and don't look in his face" Jungle inside you Something's beside you Doing the mambo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? {Who do you love?} {Who do you love?} Aloha down the well Come and ring the bell The jungle's burning down Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? Took the best In the sun Hold your breath Something comes It's so long Half alive Watching you while it flies Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Breaking the mojo Dig up the conjo Beating the bongo Holding the mojo Making me well |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Not of this world entirely
Heaven sent you are my deity Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me I will be divine I wear the spell you put on me Like a charm No one else can see Keeps away the wicked Badly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine And when I thought my fire finally died I felt your spell tight as ever-tide No one is above the rituals of love Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue There is no limitation Except for me and you Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine |
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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 - No Exit (1999)
Looking for your face
Where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Blazing waves of heat I press on in tiny bursts of speed Caught in my pursuit I play the fetishistic mission The longing that I feel drives me mad in your direction Nailed by something cute I tear it out with microsurgical precision Incender Put some gas on the embers Lightning goes to ground Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Another flash of face igniting and familiar Pulls me by the eye to the perimiter Riveting my gaze Is that your face in the crowd? Incender Drop some gas on the ember I felt a slap on the face Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? I fell awake I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Looking for your face where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? I'm following a trail that only I can see? |
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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 - 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 - Livid (2000)
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 - Livid (2000)
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)
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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Just when our number's up
You smashed the loving cup It spills out everywhere It simply isn't fair We light up fire flies We kissed on New Years Night We changed the century All those romantic things We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on We wrote our name in lights Made music every night Heatwaves and rhapsody Burn In my memory We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Tonight We Put An End to the End and just go on and on and on and on and on and on and on To the End the End the End We try to put the End to End to End End the End End to the End the End the End End To End End To End |
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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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - No Exit (1999)
Nature's cast upon the sea
The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Forgive And Forget - Blondie
Nature’s cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Forgive And Forget - Blondie
Nature’s cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
As sure as anything
As sure as I can be That 99 %, pure as Ivory I caught the scent, followed the smell of it Couldn't Ignore Hey, why did you pick on me? What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Growing Wild, not in the city Gave me an allergy And my reaction's, what's gonna happen? It gets no help from me I can't explain it Maybe I shouldn't try to That old genetic code, Had a hold on me We go inside it, ran head long into it And mothers' warning, useless to me What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And you can see me drinking the poison Taking it happily. What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets not help from me You're running wild, not in the city gave me an alleregy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets no help from well you will see me drinking the poison, taking it happily. You're running wild You're running wild Another blonde not from the city Drinking the poison Taking it happily not from the city Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod |
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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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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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)
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)
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)
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 - Livid (2000)
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 - Livid (2000)
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 - No Exit (1999)
I'm like a happy dog
Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Raise a flag of white Shake and shag I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up뭓 your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I'm gonna go with that and chase your pussycat Be my happy dog My leaping frog and jump all over me cause my little mutt's got that hairy butt It's gonna wag it for me baby Hey come over here Mr Licks I like when you pick up sticks When you throw me a fit And no matter what You tell the tale of a pup cause you're my kind of mutt I disagree I wanna?itch you like a flea Gonna teach my old dog to do some new tricks Mmm humm Don't be begging me Just take a seat on my lap of luxury I'm like a happy dog Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up'a your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I wanna?go with that and chase your pussycat I wanna?wag for you baby I wanna?wag for you I wanna?wag for you baby |
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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 - Livid (2000)
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 Mucho 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 Mucho 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 Mucho 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..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! 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 - Livid (2000)
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 Mucho 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 Mucho 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 Mucho 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..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! 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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I see you taping thunder from your balcony
Saving the sounds Don't trust your memory I see you catch the lightning Hold it up so you can see Through the open windows Looking down at me Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Olá Joe Catch the sunrise in a glass If you turn yuor back you'll miss it Coming up real fast Set your trap on nighttime You li down in the dark Listen to the thunder Listen to my heart Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk yeaars of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe Caught you in the rain It took you by surprise I'll take you home and dance with you Until your clothes are dry Place your finger on my puls I'll keep the set of you Keep it nice and close And when I feel the threat(?) of spring On my face I know the silent sound of you Won't be erased Let's wake the rooserts Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
"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 - 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 - Blondie (1976)
Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’
I can’t wait to see you Your picture ain’t enough I can’t wait to touch you in the flesh Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ I can’t wait to hear you Remembering your love Is nothing without you in the flesh Went walking one day on the lower East side Met you with a girlfriend, you were so divine She said, "Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine." I couldn’t resist you - I’m not deaf, dumb, and blind Darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ Now you’re out of town Those girls that you run with They bring my head down Ooh Darlin’ darlin’ Watch out if I see you ’Cause if you say hello It’ll mean you wanna see me in the flesh Ooh warm and soft, in the flesh Ooh close and hot, in the flesh Ooh |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Surf's up!
In the sun, I'm waiting for the day Having fun In warm far away. Moonlight nights, water seems so clear. Ooh, city lights while I'm still waiting here... In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love New York isle is covered by grey concrete piles, blues play my way. Tropic haze, pineapple sky. Perfect wave, hurricane eye. In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. (Whispered: It's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn..) In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. Where is my wave? Where is my wave? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Surf's up!
In the sun, I'm waiting for the day Having fun In warm far away. Moonlight nights, water seems so clear. Ooh, city lights while I'm still waiting here... In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love New York isle is covered by grey concrete piles, blues play my way. Tropic haze, pineapple sky. Perfect wave, hurricane eye. In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. (Whispered: It's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn, it's so hot you burn..) In the sun, it's for everyone. In the sun, we're gonna have some fun. In the sun, we're gonna shoot the tube. I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love. Where is my wave? Where is my wave? |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Blondie (1976)
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Down in Chinatown the year of the cock He sold the silver belt, put it in hock Fistful of money, mouth full of gold Soon to be free of all armful of holes She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl He got the address symbolized in Cantonese Then asked a native, "Some assistance, please," She took him to the secret door He was kissing the floor, don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Heng lu Cindy Sue Difo difong hacking hu In a flash of recollection of oriental pride She threw him to the side Got the address, gave the door a knock What happened next caused quite a shock She was standing, looking out the door He was kicked to the floor, don't know much more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl Oh my oriental pearl Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl, get down |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
No explanation
No words describe Serving sentence in your head You murder time Some waiting station One endless night Take the empty trains to nowhere In your idle mind And sometimes I feel like the last one on the planet Only one, your the only one Sometimes I feel like the last one in the world Only one, your the only one Don't get so near to me Don't disappear on me Here comes the morning Venetian blind I'll do the haunting I'm killing time It's dark on Broadway It's kind of like Walking down the lonely streets In your idle mind I'm the only one I'm the last one in the world Only one, you're the only one |
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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 - Blondie (1976)
She loves you right now, so don't close your eyes
She'll be talking and laughing with six other guys Flirtatious and cute, she'll take you the route Telling little girl lies He loves her so much, he don't wanna lose her And there's no other girl he likes to ball better But he's busy tonight, we'll make it tomorrow He's telling his little girl lies That's how the little girl lies He's telling his little girl lies Those little girl lies gonna catch up to you And you'll be sorry Making excuses why she can't meet you later She's not really ill, someone else got to date her Mixed up and confused, it'll catch up to you Telling little girl lies They tell the little girl lies He's telling his little girl lies That's how your little girl lies She's been telling you little girl lies That's how his little girl lies She been telling him little girl lies Those little girl lies gonna catch up to you And you'll be sorry! Boo hoo! Boo hoo! |
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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 - 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 - Blondie (1976)
You look good in blue.
It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain. Someone like you, getting off on the lies 'cause it dulls your surprise again. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. You look good in blue. I know what you mean when you say you've seen the end. Someone like you, been at it again, you knew what was up in the end. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. Throw your weight on me baby. Don't complain on me baby. Escape in me, next to me. I'm tired, always tired and I got not place to sleep. Don't mind dividing down the line. Can't say that I'm complaining 'cause I got no place to play, yeah. Don't mind dividing down the line. You look good in blue. It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain. If it's alright with you, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. Yes, I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on. |
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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 - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I'm hot as a fire burning bright I feel as empty as air
There is no sense of balance In the howling wind that calls to me I can feel it everywhere but it's invisible to me Distractions and spirit find me floating in a magnetic sea The nights are phosphorescent And the days are beautiful and bright Until whispering mist it comes falling down on me Oh there's fire burning Looking for the magic In the night time all this Brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be It's in the night time alleys Winding through my deepest memory And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Man overboard, sinking in a sea of love.
Man overboard, he jumped, didn't need a shove. Oh, I've been sailing the sea of love, experiencing romance... With what I know, he never stood a chance! He gave it all for love. He gave it all for love. Said, lower the boats, he's sinking in a sea of love. Lower the boats, he's sinking in a sea of love. Yeah, I've been sailing the sea of love, experiencing romance... With what I know, he never stood a chance. No! Man overboard! Man overboard! Man overboard! Man overboard! Throw him a line. Man overboard! He gave it all for love. He gave it all for love. He gave it. He gave it all for love. Man overboard! He gave it. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
She moves like
she don't care Smooth as silk cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name and your heart beats like a subway train Ooh it makes you wanna die Ooh don't you wanna take her Ooh Wanna make her all your own Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights I've seen this thing before In my best friend and the boy next door Fool for love and fool of fire Won't come in from the rain Sees oceans running down the drain Blue as ice and desire Don't you wanna make her Ooh don't you wanna take her home Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Ooh don't you wanna break her Ooh don't you wanna take her home She walks like she don't care you wanna take her everywhere ooh it makes you wanna cry she's like a millonare walking on imported air Ooh it makes you wanna die Maria you've got to see her Go insane and out of your mind Regina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
She moves like she don’t care.
Smooth as silk, cool as air. Ooh, it makes you wanna cry. She doesn’t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Ooh, don’t you wanna take her? Wanna make her all your own? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. I’ve seen this thing before. In my best friends and the boy next door. Fool for love and full on fire. Won’t come in from the rain. She’s oceans running down the drain. Blue as ice and desire. Don’t you wanna make her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Ooh, don’t you wanna break her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? She walks like she don’t care. Walking on imported air. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
She moves like she don’t care.
Smooth as silk, cool as air. Ooh, it makes you wanna cry. She doesn’t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Ooh, don’t you wanna take her? Wanna make her all your own? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. I’ve seen this thing before. In my best friends and the boy next door. Fool for love and full on fire. Won’t come in from the rain. She’s oceans running down the drain. Blue as ice and desire. Don’t you wanna make her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Ooh, don’t you wanna break her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? She walks like she don’t care. Walking on imported air. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Your music by the night wind sent
Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths Messenger of sympathies My heart beats loud in ecstasy When your shadow falls on me A silhouette reality And I chase every night after you And I chase after you Of all your loaded mysteries The colour of your sympathies My words cannot express your awful loveliness So come with me through smoke and mirrors We'll bring our differences nearer We'll float upon an inland sea Embody visions of a dream And I chase every night after you I got a chill and the night wind sent Me a chill And the night wind sent Me a chill You wander through my sleeping mind Reading thoughts I've left behind I always know when you've been there Tangles of perfume fill my hair Your music by the night wind sent Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
There's no sin in this
Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; "Wait hold up homie You must be trippin? You can't be putting that sippin?and whippin?up in your pippin You better stand tall Fool you was born to ball Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt Take your place in the front Put your hand on the pump And it's right in your grasp man I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later Cuz?time's are gonna get greater You's?a player and when I say player I mean player cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player" Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Why don't you come and talk me off the edge Why don't you came and walk me off the edge Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Under the dark ? In total chaos ? behind us Nothing can shake us All the is sacred, dearly departed Brave heart, slave, aids Contains something courageous Solution, it all comes in stages Live into Nirvana Behind the golden ages The world crash explodes Never devours Don't cry for me, I'm proud Jump up the power Then, then, then When you least expect it You'll understand, there is no exit Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry over you? Cry over you? Tell me would they lie for you? Die for you? You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool But who's gonna cry? Who's gonna cry? |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
。No Exit - Blondie (Feat.coolio)
There’s no sin in this Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
。No Exit - Blondie (Feat.coolio)
There’s no sin in this Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; |
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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 - No Exit (1999)
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice It seems like jet planes On snowed in runways Under clear blue skies Who needs it? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but her Money goes to money In a figure eight around me Mommy Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing else feels solid We believe in love We believe in little things Like heaven up above and seven it's a lucky number We believe that something lives inside every thing there is Don't think about it much I mean it I believe it I believe it Wind down Put your mind down Like your missing school You'll teach her to find out While your dying In your living room How much you need her Nothing is real but the girl Only her eyes are solid Nothing is real but her Nothing is real but the girl |
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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 - 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)
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 - Livid (2000)
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 dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho'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'll getcha, I'll 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, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out 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 checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho'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'll getcha, I'll 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, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out 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 checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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