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Blondie
Blondie


Background information
Origin New York City, New York, US
Genre(s) Disco
Power pop
Punk Rock
Post-punk
Pop Rock
New Wave
Years active 1975—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Sanctuary Records
EMI Group
Chrysalis Records
Website Website
Members
Deborah Harry
Chris Stein
Clem Burke
Leigh Foxx
Matt Katz-Bohen
Tommy Kessler
Jimmy Destri
Former members
Nigel Harrison
Frank Infante
Gary Valentine
Fred Smith
Billy O'Connor
Eddie Martinez
Ivan Kral
Kevin Patrick aka Kevin Topping
Paul Carbonara



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Blondie Album


Denis (1996)
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Oh Denis ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you
Denis, ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you
Denis, ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you

Denis, Denis oh with your eyes so blue
Denis, Denis, I've got a crush on you
Denis, Denis, I'm so in love with you

Oh when we walk it always feels so nice
And when we talk it seems like paradise
Denis, Denis, I'm so in love with you

You're my king and I'm in heaven every time I look at you
When you smile it's like a dream
And I'm so lucky, 'cause I found a boy like you

Denis, Denis, avec tes yeux si bleus
Denis, Denis, Quand j'ai peche' pour deux
Denis, Denis, Pour un baiser d'eternite'
Denis, Denis, Je suis folle de toi
Denis, Denis, Embrasse moi ce soir
Denis, Denis, Pour un baiser d'eternite

Oh Denis, ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you
Denis, ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you
Denis, ooh-be-do, I'm in love with you

. . .


never give up
yeah
never give up
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 hurt 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
the tide is high but i'm holding on
i'm gonna be your number one
Number one,
my number one
number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I'll wait right here 'till 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
The tide is high but im holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one,
my number one
number one

evreytime that i get the feeling
you give me something to believe in
everytime that i got you near me
i know the way that i want it to be
but you know i'm gonna take chance now
i'm gonna make it happen somehow
and you know i can take the pressure
a moment to pay for a lifetime pleasure

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I'll wait right here 'til it's my turn
I'm not the 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
The tide is high, but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one

everytime that i get the feeling
you give me something to believe in
everytime that i got you near me
i know the way that i want it to be
but you know i'm gonna take chance now
i'm gonna make it happen somehow
and you know i can take the pressure
a moment to pay for a lifetime pleasure

the tide is high but i'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one

. . .


I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call

Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I've chosen to ignore

Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

It's good to hear your voice you know it's been so long
If I don't get your calls then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along

Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection

Oh, I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me

. . .


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 Comic
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

. . .


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

I will give you my finest hour
the one I spent
watching you shower
I will give you my finest hour

All I want is a photo in my wallet
a small rememberance
of something more solid
all I want is a picture of you

Picture this - a day in December
Picture this - feezing 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

All I want is 20-20 vision
a total portrait
with no omissions
All I want is a vision of you

If you can...

Picture this - a day in December
Picture this - feezing 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.

. . .


I saw you standing on the corner
You looked so big and fine
I really wanted to go out with you
So when you smiled
I laid my heart on the line

You read me my rights
And then you said "Let's go" and nothing more
I thought of my nights and how they were
They were filled with

I know you wouldn't go
You'd watch my heart burst then you'd step in
I had to know so I asked
You just had to laugh

We sat in the night
With my hands cuffed at my side
I looked at your life and your style
I wanted nothing more

I know you wouldn't go
You'd watch my heart burst then you'd step in
I had to know so I asked
You just had to laugh

Walking the line
You were a marksman
Told me that law like wine is ageless
Public ... defender
You had to admit
You wanted the love of a sex offender

I know you wouldn't go
You'd watch my heart burst then you'd step in
I had to know so I asked
You just had to laugh

My vision in blue
I call you from inside my cell
And in the trial you are there
With your badge and rubber boots
I think all the time
How I'm going to perpetrate love with you
And when I get out
There's no doubt
I'll be a sex offender to you

. . .


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

. . .


Don't look over my shoulder
I'm trying to read
Remember those intimate moments
Don't forget my privacy
We both have our orders
And a trick up the sleeve
There's no use pretending
You're alseep

The subject was roses
Quine geology
Deliberate notice
You're taking of me

Caution and danger
Are not family
Don't try turning the tables
On me!

Too long and too lonely
For your eyes only
Secretly

Enjoy the paradox
You thinking I'm the fox
Can't ya see
You personally

So many people know who you are
And they know how you've been looking
For your counterpart

We're chasing an echo
In sonic 3-D
If I laugh without joking
Make believe

Too long and too lonely
For your eyes only
Secretly

Enjoy the paradox
You thinking I'm the fox
Can't ya see
You personally

Too long and too lonely
For your eyes only
Totally
You personally

I like what you're showing
For your eyes only
Secretly
For your eyes only

. . .


Even though Jeff was worried
They weren't in a hurry
They planned a lovely honeymoon
Sue had a brand new Chevy
Conservative, in good taste
Only 30 payments due
They had outstanding tickets
They had no car insurance
But they had lots of things to do
They were getting organised
They had their plans all finalised
The date was set for Saturday

Susie and Jeffrey, they're gonna get married
They're going for a blood test

What if I don't pass my blood test?
What about our marriage licence?
What if I can't be deprogrammed?
Don't act like it's your last chance
We could have fun at the Spahn Ranch.
It's not like Gordon Avenue

Susie and Jeffrey, they're gonna get married
They're going for a blood test
Jeffrey said "Let's wait"
Sue took her foot off of the brake
He drove into a wall

Don't get excited, now don't shout!
I'll scratch your eyes out
Now we can't have our honeymoon!"
Don't touch she's my fiance!
Say, but I like the way you play
An autograph from Orson Welles

I'm a fan, here's my record
It's one we can't get programmed
We want to give to all of you
They had a little argument
Sue took her foot off of the brake
He drove the car into a wall
They had a little argument
Sue took her foot off of the brake
He drove the car into a wall
They had a disagreement
Sue took her foot off of the brake
He drove the car into a wall

. . .


Die young, stay pretty
Die young, stay pretty
Deteriorate in your own time
Tell 'em you're dead and wither away
Are you living alone or with your family?
A dried up twig on your family tree?
Are you waiting for the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty

Leave only the best behind
Slipping sensibilities
Tragedy in your own dream

Oh, you sit all alone in your rocking chair
Transistor pressed against an ear
Were you waiting at the bus stop all your life?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So live fast 'cause it won't last

Die young, stay pretty
Die young, stay pretty

Dearly near senility (dearly near senility)
Was it good or maybe you won't tell?

Die young, stay pretty
Die young, stay pretty

. . .


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 outa 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?

No luxuries, no no amenities
Too dull, your senses
Oh oh only primitive
Hey hey really get away
Island of Lost Souls

Ayya ayya ayya Island of Lost Souls

. . .


I wanna be a platinum blonde
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

Yeah I even tried wearing a wig for a while
It was the right colour, but not the right style
Gonna get some peroxide at the beauty supply
See ya later

I wanna be a platinum blonde
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 colour 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

. . .


I need city lights
Defence 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 a destiny

I'm a war child
I'm a war baby
And that's the difference
Between you and me
I'm a war child

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

. . .


Darling, darling, darling, I can't wait to see you
Your picture ain't enough
I can't wait to touch you, in the flesh
Darling, darling, darling, 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
Darling, darling, darling, now you're out of town
Those girls that you run with, they bring my head down
Darling, darling, darling, 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

. . .


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