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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Don't look in here, yeah.
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass, his inner self glued to his .22. Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass. My heart can destroy all I see. Moving streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can hide us far from sight But you must wait and I must fight this nothingness. Walls, I see my little room, I hear my parent's friends. I hope that my actions make amends I would like to kill for love but I don't know how Here I lie so high above the crowd. Busy streets all make me lonely Come to me and be mine only I can move us through the night But you must wait and I must fight this emptiness Black top burns with silent screams Others stop my dreams Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash! Fear causes some to live, others die real cool I died in the evening after school Be mine only Be my own Be mine only Be my own |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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I saw you standing on the corner, you looked so big and fine. I really wanted to go out with you, so when you smiled, I laid my heart on the line You read me my rights and then you said |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I always said you could make it.
I know what I said and I meant it. I always liked the way you played guitar. I always knew that someday you'd go far. And if you do, will anything happen? Will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? You said you'd be through here again. Please don't forget I'm here waiting. You always said that you would never change like the people that you've met and the places that you've been. And if you do, will anything happen? Will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? I always said you could make it. Just don't forget that I said it. Cause I always liked the way you played guitar and I always knew that someday you'd go far. And if you do will anything happen? will it come true, will anything happen? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? Will I see you again? And if I do, will anything happen? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, and weaponry.
No way of knowing my life expectancy. I learn resistance like I learn to see. A living witness. A lonely refugee. I'm a war child. I'm a war baby, and that's the difference between you and me. I'm a war child. My occupation is being occupied. I stop at the corner to be identified. Across the border they pretend victory. I'm playing in the rubble and dream of destiny. You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge. We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news. PLO lovers courting after the curfew. Your father and brother have the West Bank blues. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
We don't wear that uniform;
paper men from pages torn right off the press (it could be Tass): suits for the regime. The media's gone and had a baby. Seventh wave, another navy. I live in America: gridlock on the street. Tell that girl you like her badge. Tell that man you're the Nazz. Tell them you're not the last walking in parade. Dressed to test you up the road. Tighter than the latest clothes. Close the circle, walk in row, walking in parade. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Carrying the standard stick and marrying the politik. You won't know tomorrow what went down today. Look at me; I'm in tune: references around my room. Just another secret school, another cycle going by. You never looked like that. Don't look like me. Don't take it back. You never had a name like that, never had a color. Walking like a millionaire. walking on imported air. Change the way you comb your hair and watch what you walk under. Why don't you walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? Walk like me? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Oh, I don't want you to go!
Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! No, I don't want you to go! Oh, please don't leave me alone! Oh! Dear Annett, Soon I'll be with you before they know, Before the show. I'm not a whore. I dance no more. I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia. I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry too, but burn this letter. Burn my picture. They won't know I've crossed the border. Love, Victor. Oh, I don't want you to go! Oh, don't leave me alone! Oh! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Oh ho, oh ho, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue. Tunnel to the other side. It becomes daylight. I say he's mine. Oh, power/passion plays a double hand. Union, union union city man. Arrive, climb up four flights to the orange side. Rearrange my mind. In turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue. Skyline, passion, Union City blue. Power/passion plays a double hand. Union, union union city man. I say he's mine. I have a plan. I say he's my Union City man. Oho, oho, what are we gonna do? Union, Union, Union City blue. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
lalalala....
was that an invitation can you explain I´m so impacient hey rise to the occasion can you explain the reason why you took a second look, second look i saw you once, met you twice uuhh...your presence feels so nice you´re silent, get your tongue untight when then night comes into open wild, you gotta say aha, before I come undone you got a sweet expression, is that the spot that I should kiss on, hey tell me can you hear me you gotta raise your voice `cause the music`s loud, you gotta shout, spit it out it seems that you got a quiet way eyes that tell what you can`t say I sure would like to read your mind, you´re speechless and I try and try you gotta say aha, before I come undone right from the start your kissing lips I burned up if you just say something I won`t tell you to shut it up it`s like an application, filling in the open spaces `cause I`ve been overtaken and I´m so sick of waitin`one two three, answere me, answere me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel뭩 I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold as ice Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler He leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the winner Touch is the Tingler Making me itch Making me twitch Touch is the Tingler Controlling my mind Climbing my spine Fate points the finger What ya gonna bring me A pretty note from your sweet throat That's been touched by the Tingler But in the night cold as ice Hi-five co-ed mingler It leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the Tingler Touch is the Tingler |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no It's not the things you do That tease and wound me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one, number one Every girl wants you to be her man But I'll wait my dear 'til it's my turn I'm not the kind of girl Who gives up just like that Oh, no The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one {Repeat |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Ah, you hate me.
Yeah, you hate me. You think I don't see murder in your eye when you're looking at me. Eh, you love me. Yeah, you love me. You don't wanna be noticeably enamored of me. So Bon Voyage sweetface, keep looking for the hole in one. Take a look at what you've done. Be a man, get yourself a trenchcoat. I'm feeling crazy can you get me a gun? Oh... I hate you. I hate you! You think I don't see your inlimited insecurity. I love you. Yeah, I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. I love you. I love you, 'cause you know me by what I let you, by what I let you see. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Every day brings change and the old world puts on a new face.
Certain things rearrange and this whole world seems like a new place. Secretly I've been tailing you like a fox that preys on a rabbit. I had to get you and so I knew I had to learn your ways and habits. Ooooooooooo ah, you were the catch that I was after. I looked up and I was in your arms and I knew that I was captured. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. I had laid such a tender trap, hoping you might fall into it. Love hit me with a sudden slap. One kiss and then I knew it. Ooooooooooo, my plan didn't work out like I thought. I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. Yeah yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls
On no ordinary wheel. Inside the armored car ride two big armed guards. In a bulletproof vest, shatterproof glass, Overdrive, we're gonna pass. Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls On no ordinary wheel. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. Nitro and acetylene open la machine. No short heist, no overnight, big money. Take ya to Brazil. Bulletproof vest, shatterproof glass, Overdrive, we're gonna pass. Time bomb, greasy mob, count down, hurry up, come on. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. In a wire mesh cage with a twelve gauge. Radio - we're coming fast. Ooh, need to feel some hardened steel. Deliver the big money deal. Of the armored guard here's what I heard: I'll tell you that he will no matter what you feel. The hardest part of the armored guard... Big man of steel behind the steering wheel. Twenty five tons of hardened steel Deliver the big money deal. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I wake up laughing
Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walking Happy or just crazy Relaxed or lazy Gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me Cares are all buckshot and buffalo Every dark has an afterglow I'm not afraid of what's down below I keep my sights on the sky I wake up laughing Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walkin' Happy or just crazy Relaxed or laxy I'm gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
We want fun.
We wanna run. We want fun. We gotta run. We want fun. Get out among the hot nightclubs, find some love. "Billions of people have heard of me and everyone knows the sun rises in the east. Not too nice, not too sweet. No one even talks to me. I shake the leaves right off the trees. I'm the bee's greasy knees. I shake 'em. I break 'em, I drop 'em from eight miles high, alright. In the past my fate was cast. My social life was limited to Halloween and New Year's Eve. Monotony was killing me; approaching schizophrenia. I hit the hot spots every night and... for the first time in my life, the bouncers would greet me! The doormen would escort me! Managers adored me! Photographers would follow me begging for: 'A smile, Beast!' 'Over here, Beast!' 'Here, Beast!' The hat check always said to me 'Hiya B, whatcha doin' later?'" We want fun. We gotta run. If you find fun get out and run. You need fun for feeling fine. We want fun for feeling fine. And find the one... "Now (I'm not bragging, Heaven knows) I spend no more nights alone. Lucky me I'm ten foot three and freaky. My picture has been printed and interviews requested one hundred times a week. Believe it! I'm not talking through my teeth. Are you sure you got it? I mean it! To prove it: I'm in the news. It's true. It's true. Check it out. Check it out." He wants her love. She wants love... "I take action: get relief. Pick a partner. Pick a piece. Get satisfaction. I am the Beast.She wants fun. He wants her love. "I get satisfaction. I pick up my feet. I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets." And I want love. Get some funk and get some fun. Punks like fun. Punks like funk. Funk is fun. We want fun. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Giant ants from space
Snuff the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They shoot fire all around Tokyo burns down Everybody drowns The moon falls on the ground La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la They can't be stopped at all The buildings start to fall Soldiers shoot all day and then they run away La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la The world is holocaust Everything is lost Mankind is destroyed Sprinkled in the void La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Giant ants from space waste the human race Then they eat your face never leave a trace La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Circle high, circle low.
Jammers fly, T-birds. You show, you show, whiplash go. You show, you show, T-birds. (Hit them high, hit them low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. On the dot in the slot, tie the knot. On the dot timed kisses. In the slot on the dot, tie the knot. In the slot, no misses. (Hits on high, hits on low) Mighty bird. (Now must fly, and I must go) T-bird, my mighty bird. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun conquerer! Spoken: Two thousand years ago, a great race of golden [headed? hidden?] warriors lived in Central and South America. They had many Gods. The Mixtec and the Toltecs, and the Mayans. [unintelligible] [Nahaun? Huajuapan? (means 'Place of the Brave People')] [following in spanish or indigenous? probable list of pre-Columbian peoples, cities and famous temple sites] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] [unintelligible] ... Mazatlan. [unintelligible] Black sun worshipper! Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up plumed serpent. Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot! Coil it up, my T-bird. Serpent curl. T-bird, ruler of the world. T-bird, mighty bird. Black sun born again. Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street, cold as ice cream, but still as
sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. "Baby, I would like to go out tonight". "If I go with you my folks'll get uptight". Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
I know a girl from a lonely street,
cold as ice cream, but still as sweet. Dry your eyes, sunday girl. Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl. Looks like he's in another world. Run and hide, sunday girl. Hurry up, hurry up and wait. I stay away all week and still I wait. I got the blues. Please come see what your lovin means to me. She can't catch up with the working crowd. The weekend mood and she's feeling proud. Live in dreams, sunday girl. Baby, I would like to go out tonight. If I go with you my folks'll get uptight. Stay at home, sunday girl. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Close your eyes and you will see micro flashing neon lights.
Open your eyes and you will see it still looks like the same thing. Lie and wait for sleep and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep. Close your eyes and you will see the sound-a-sleep. I want to go, I want to go, I want to go down to go to sleep. Your frame of reference is my swimming pool. My, my swimming pool still looks like the China Sea. Pool to sea and finally the sound-a-sleep. Feel the muscles in your face twitch, relax, remembering everything that went down and will go down. I want to go down to sleep. Insomnia, no sleep disease, petties parking, feed me please. Lie and wait for sleep and listen to your heart beat too fast for sleep. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
all of our days we cry out for love
and we cry for the times that we lost in all when we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams all of our days we cry out for love, and we try to create it again, again to deny the laws and to leave it behind REFRAIN: sing sweet songs of love to me now so the night will become one of love sing sweet songs of love to me now for i need to know you`re mine all of our days we long for a chance to be lost in a trance of a love we share a romantic love like no other before all of our days we live on the run but we try to believe that it`s just begun that we`ll have the time to enjoy every day REFRAIN: sing songs, sweet songs of love... I love you, you know that I do and forever I´ll sing just for you let me know you love me tonight let me hold you in my arms REFRAIN |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
What's all that commotion going on?
The boy in the back on his second attack Wants his baby back. Wants his baby back. What's all that commotion that you hear? The girl in the back who was doing The quake got a belly ache. She can't concentrate. Pick up the beat, you can move like You're made out of vapor. "Catch me if you can" is what she said with her hands. Come on and take me back. Can you take her back? When she gives you the beat and you get the shine, The world slows down and she stops on a dime. Got a number when you close your eyes Like a real magician. Still she knows she'll never lose a thing. She can put you up on a shelf Until she wants to pull the string. Still you know she'll never slip away. Keep time in your head, counting in your head. Slow motion. I can play with time. I can keep today but tomorrow's fine. Stop and look at the pictures rolling in your head. Slow motion. You can play with time. You can leave her today but tomorrow's fine. Stop and live in your dreams at night, Rolling in your bed. Slow motion, you can stop on a dime. Slow motion, you ought to try it sometime. Take me back on another track. Take me back, take me back. Slow motion, you can pick up the beat. Slow motion, you can stop on the street. Take me back on another track. Take me back, take me back. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Shayla worked in a factory.
She wasn't history. She's just a number. One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away. Green trees call to me. I am free but life is so cheap. Scenery is still outside of me. All alone, trapped by its beauty. Shayla turned to run away, To leave in peace and end her stay. Years of fear were in her way. Lost in space and down she came. Suddenly some subtle entity, Some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows. Down here we stop to wonder. Cars on the freeway. Bright lights and thunder. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I'm concentrating on the big laugh You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see What you got hiding in your body cavity I'm so sick of your Jersey rap Your slab rat white as a tic-tac Why don't you take a dirt nap You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great, level down and read 'em From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city Your boom is a distortion Your act is a contortion The perfume and pretension Your hair in invention Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming I thought I heard it all But there's still more coming Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in You said your name was what What kind of a name is that Shooting past me on the turnpike Should have told you to take a hike But there was something I don't know what That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude I guess you did give me a rush Yeah you gave me a thrill Felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill And your pattern yeah your method yeah The way you deliver long and slow The way you get your percussion going Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who's your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back in Jail I got your post card saying How it is in that pen your in Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline Give it a rest, give it a rest You got one dimension pure pretension Cross the river start to shiver Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke I told you one more word from you About Jersey and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won't be too sweet |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
(Seven rooms) I see a house
A house of stone (Filled with gloom) A lonely house 'Cause now you've gone (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Seven rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) I live with emptiness Without your tenderness You took the dream I had for us Turned my dreams into dust I watch a phone that never rings I watch a door that never rings Bring you back into my life Turn this darkness into light I'm all alone in this house Turn this house to a home I need your touch to comfort me Your tender, tender arms that once held me (Seven rooms) Without your love Your love inside {Filled with gloom) This house is just a place To run and hide (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Seven rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) Rooms of emptiness Without your tenderness Don't make me live from day to day Watching a clock that ticks away Another day, another way Another reason for me to stay I need you here, here with me I need you, darling, desperately I'm all alone, all alone In this house that's not a home I miss your love I once had known I miss your kiss that was my very, very own (Seven rooms) Empty silence Surrounding me (Filled with gloom) Lonely walls They stare at me (Just seven rooms of gloom) Seven rooms, that's all it is Rooms of gloom (Filled with emptiness) I live with emptiness Without your tenderness All the windows are painted black And wait right here till you come back I'll keep waiting, waiting Till your face again I see (Coming back When are you coming back?) |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Following my lust for wonder
Everywhere I've ever been I can't escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can't ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I'm a multicellular individual You're way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I'm not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
We took too long to park the car
Ran across the street into the bar Your face said it was four o'clock I closed my eyes and hear a shot The traffic lights were much too hot I walked my eyes around the block Purple shadows were so thin I had to close my eyes again I didn't know they were important to you I thought their faces were a poster Natural things, scenery You showed me your kind of madness Saw sound slipping silently Time passenger to future shock I closed my eyes and saw you drop |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
In another life
When the gods were crazy And the measurement of time Were the ending seasons And maybe we believed There was anger in the storm Sometimes the Sky reminds me And if you think that's wild There's my dream of Egypt And the colour of the Nile You're a Roman Soilder It's small world after all But's older than you think Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside In another life when the gods were crazy And complaining all the time And the people look at me The volocano wants a bribe And I'm still afraid of fire mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Hey psst psst here she comes now
Oh you know her Would ya look at that hair Yeah you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody’s blues She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she’s Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Red eye shadow Green mascara Yuck She’s too much She looks like she don’t know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She got the nerve to tell me she’s not "on it" But her expression is too serene Yeah she looks like she washes with Comet Always looking to create a scene Ehhh, she’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull come on rip her to shreds She’s so dull Rip her to shreds Oh you know her "Miss Groupie Supreme" Yeah you know her "Vera Vogue" on parade Yeah you know her with the fish eating grin She’s so dull Yeah she got the nerve to tell me Huh she’s so dull Yeah there she goes now She making out with King Kong She take her boat to Hong Kong Well bye bye sugar And not a minute too soon |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Eat To The Beat (1979)
Love is a burning thing
It makes a fire ring Bound by wild desire I fell into, a ring of fire Taste, my love sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Ohh, the fire went wild I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down, down The flame swept higher And it burns, burns, burns That ring of fire, that ring of fire |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
I was all alone with the scent of a bone and my heart was stuck in this emptiness zone.
I had not a care, though I wanted to hear the voice of a maiden who was playing down there... At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range. Like a victim of truce I was strung on a noose cracking at the news of a prey let loose. I turned around to stare at the face she would wear and I ran through the gallows, her heart was down there. At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot! At the rifle range. If I lose my head, we'll be certainly dead, with visions of acid, how I wish they bled. The drummings of fear cause they're getting so near and I think of a lion who was devoured down there. Yeah yeah yeah! At the rifle range, I lost my heart. At the rifle range, I could not start. At the rifle range, I heard a shot. At the rifle range, she left me so hot! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! At the rifle range, Bang bang! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Autoamerican (1980)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he’s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your head And then you’re in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars Then, when there’s no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe Don’t move to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall He’s gonna eat ’em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don’t strain your brain, paint a train You’ll be singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when the TV’s on And now he’s gone back up to space Where he won’t have a hassle with the human race And you hip-hop, and you don’t stop Just blast off, sure shot ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
Stars live in the evening, but the very young need the sun.
Pretty baby, you look so heavenly. A neo nebula from under the sun. I was forming, some say I had my chance. The boys were falling like an avalanche. Ya ya baby, "La Dolce Vita" is a magic dance. No one was listening. Pretty baby, petite ingenue, teenage starlet, I fell in love with you. You, you with the comb... you look ok in every way. Ah... I, I should have known you'd look at me and look away, oh. Pretty baby, you look so heavenly. A neo nebula from under the sun. Eyes that tell me "incense and peppermints". Your looks are larger than life. Long live innocence. Petite ingenue, I fell in love with you. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Plastic Letters (1977)
Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place I'm in.
Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend. You will write your number, that's not all. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... Dirty dealer's school of thought. An armchair for the strength you've lost. The TV set's been on all night. You were wrong and I was right. You will write your number on the wall. I will not be there when you call. I think I'll do a line and then again... |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
I wanna be a platinum blonde.
Ooh! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. In a luminous day-glo shade. Walk into a bar and I'll have it made! Cause if that's all it takes; a double processed blonde... I wanna be a platinum blonde. I wanna be a platinum blonde. Be a platinum blonde. I even tried wearing a wig for a while. It was the right color, but not the right style. Gonna get some peroxide at the beauty supply. See ya later! Nnn, I wanna be a platinum blonde. Aah! Just like all the sexy stars. Marilyn and Jeane, Jayne, Mae and Marlene. Yeah they, they really had fun. Now if you need me on Sunday and you look twice and see, that platinum blonde is gonna be me! In a double processed luminous day-glo shade. When I get this color I'll have it made in the shade. Oh, I hope I'm OK! I wanna be a platinum blonde! I wanna be a platinum blonde. Honey, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta! I gotta be a platinum blonde! I gotta be a platinum blonde. I gotta be a platinum blonde! I'll hit the bottle baby. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
All I want is a room with a view
A sight worth seeing a vision of you All I want is a room with a view, oooooh I will give you my finest hour, the one I spent watching you shower I will give you my finest hour oh yeah All I want is a photo in my wallet A small remembrance of something more solid All I want is a picture of you Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only, oohh, oh Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you oh yeah All I want is 20/20 vision A total portrait with no omissions All I want is a vision of you, ooooh If you can Picture this a day in December Picture this freezing cold weather You got clouds on your lids and you’d be on the skids If it weren’t for your job at the garage If you could only Picture this a sky full of thunder Picture this my telephone number One and one is what I’m telling you Get a pocket computer try to do what ya used to do yeah |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Parallel Lines (1978)
All I want is a room with a view.
A sight worth seeing, a vision of you. All I want is a room with a view, oh... I will give you my finest hour, the one I spent watching you shower. I will give you my finest hour, oh, yeah. All I want is a photo in my wallet. A small remembrance of something more solid. All I want is a picture of you. Picture this - a day in December. Picture this - freezing cold weather. You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids if it weren't for your job at the garage. If you could only, Picture this - a sky full of thunder. Picture this - my telephone number. One and one is what I'm telling you, oh, yeah. All I want is 20/20 vision. A total portrait with no omissions. All I want is a vision of you, oh... If you can, Picture this - a day in December. Picture this - freezing cold weather. You got clouds on your lids and you'd be on the skids if it weren't for your job at the garage. If you could only, Picture this - a sky full of thunder. Picture this - my telephone number. One and one is what I'm telling you. Get a pocket computer, try to do what ya used to do, yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - Blondie (1976)
He don't hang around with the gang no more
He don't do the wild things that he did before He used to act bad Used to but he quit it It makes me so sad cause I know that he did it for me I can see His heart His heart is out in the street He don't comb his hair like he did before He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more But he's not the same There's something 'bout his kisses that tells me he's changed I know there's something missing inside Something died His heart His heart is out in the streets He grew up on the sidewalk streetlights shining above He grew up with no one to love He grew up on the sidewalk He grew up running free He grew up and then he met me He don't hang around with the gang no more Gee he doesn't smile like he did before I wish I didn't care I wish I'd never met him They're waiting out there So I got to set him free He's gotta be Out in the street His heart His heart is out in the street He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
He don't hang around with the gang no more
He don't do the wild things that he did before He used to act bad Used to but he quit it It makes me so sad cause I know that he did it for me I can see His heart His heart is out in the street He don't comb his hair like he did before He don't wear those dirty old black boots no more But he's not the same There's something 'bout his kisses that tells me he's changed I know there's something missing inside Something died His heart His heart is out in the streets He grew up on the sidewalk streetlights shining above He grew up with no one to love He grew up on the sidewalk He grew up running free He grew up and then he met me He don't hang around with the gang no more Gee he doesn't smile like he did before I wish I didn't care I wish I'd never met him They're waiting out there So I got to set him free He's gotta be Out in the street His heart His heart is out in the street He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more He don't hang around with the gang no more {He's out in the street} He don't hang around with the gang no more |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Ah... adventure
Very near and then you vanish Rescue from invasion Narrowly avoided Have to live with nature Hear a voice from a novel Love persuasion Very near and then you vanished Some say he's too handsome Some say he's unique Steel, the weave, the night trick Aphrodisiac Ah, ooh, ah, the boy's herb Vanilla, vanilla They say I'll never find him Or evidence left behind Flip a coin to decide it Is it now or never? Have to live with nature I hear a voice from a novel Love persuasion Oh, orchidia Steel, the weave, the night trick Weave the tale you find Reappear in a vision My heart's racing with the rhythm Even in the drum beat Time will tell the story Looking for an adventure Here today, gone tomorrow Articles declaring Evidence to follow Heart is pumping to the rhythm The story is repeated Ah-ooh-ah-ya... Where are you? Where, where are you, orchidia? Where are you? Where are you, orchidia? Whoa, ooh, oh Where are ya, orchidia? Orchidia? Orchidia? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - 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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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 - 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)
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)
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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Hunter (1982)
My name is Little Caesar.
My friends call me LC. My Daddy's named the same and passed it on to me. I'm the kinda guy who by and by who wants to be your friend. I'll make you a happy ending. I loop the loo. I do it good. I've been called alot of names, some of them obscene. But you think I'm funny and wonder about me? I don't worry anymore, get uptight, or fear. Back in the days of "funny" funny they called me queer. They used to call me. They called me rudely. I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kinda fella, a goodtime gentleman. Perform my magic for ya then I'll make my plan. When I'm gone you'll feel so low: obsession out-a-hand. You'll find I'll linger in your mind. You can't forgive me. You won't forget me. You can't live without me. Can't live without me. You'll find there's not enough and that you love too much. Can't live without me. You can't live with me. Can't live without me. Just call me Caesar. You can't forgive me. You won't forget me. I'm Little Caesar, yea. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The 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 - Blondie (1976)
1 2 3!
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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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