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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


Picture This Live (1998)
1998
1.
Dreaming (live)
2.
In The Sun (live)
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
X Offender (live)
8.
9.
Denis (live)
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
11:59 (live)
15.
. . .


When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure; "A movie or a measure"?
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
I don't want to live on charity
Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?
Real to real is living rarity
People stop and stare at me we just walk on by
We just keep on dreaming
Feet, feet, walking a two mile
Mee,t meet, meet me at the turnstile
I never met him I'll never forget him
Dream, dream, even for a little while
Dream, dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by and watch the traffic go
Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold
I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming
Dreaming is free

. . .


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, were gonna have some fun
In the sun, were 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, were gonna have some fun
In the sun, were gonna shoot the tube
I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love

In the sun, it's for everyone
In the sun, were gonna have some fun
In the sun, were gonna shoot the tube
I'll do it for you, my paka lola luau love

Where is my wave?

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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 vapour
"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
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

. . .


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
Hey, I saw your guy with different girl
Looks like he’s in another world
Run and hide Sunday girl
When I saw again in the summer time
If your love was as sweet as mine
I could be Sunday girl
Hurry up hurry up and wait
I stayed away all weekend
And still I wait
I got the blues, please come see what your loving means to me
Hurry up, hurry up hurry up and wait
I got the blues please, please
Please come see what you do to me
I got the blues
Hurry up,
Hurry up hurry up and wait.
Hurry up,
Please come see what you do to me

. . .


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

. . .


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.

. . .


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

. . .


Oooo baby, I hear how you spend night time
Wrapped like candy in a blue, blue neon glow
Fade away and radiate
Oooo baby, watchful lines
Vibrate soft in brainwave time
Silver pictures move so slow
Golden tubes faintly glow

Electric faces seem to merge
Hidden voices mock your words
Fade away and radiate

The beams become my dream
My dream is on the screen

Dusty frames that still arrive
Die in 1955

Fade away and radiate

The beams become my dream
My dream is on the screen

Fade away and radiate

. . .


I always had my eyes on you but you came from across the line.
I had to make good time to see you but you had to pay the fine.
All the boys on my side knew that you were the shark.
If you were found on the borderline you'd be a shot in the dark.

Don't wear those clothes again, they don't make it in this crowd.
Don't go all D.T.K., you'll wear your best suit in the ground.
Hey!

We're meeting in a neutral zone: the last car on the train.
The love you brought shaking up my bones and crawling through our veins.
We always met at the edge of a blade and we left at the end of the fight.
Of all the girls you've played and you laid why did this one have to be white?

They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you.
You better believe me, I wouldn't lie.
We better quit before you're through!
Oh!

They're gonna getcha at 12 o'clock high, got their sights set low on you.
You better believe me.
I wouldn't lie.
We better quit before you're through!
Oh!

Clement Burke on drums.
Nigel Harrison, bass guitar.
Jimmy Destri keyboard.
Frank Infante, guitar.
Chris Stein, guitar.

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.
Arooo!

Now I know but I don't know.
Then I know but I don't care.
Then 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 know but I don't know.
And I see but I don't know.
Now I care but I don't care.
I know but I don't know.

Now I know that you don't know.
And I care that you don't see.
I care but I don't care.
I don't care that you don't know.

. . .


One way, or another, I’m gonna find ya,
I’m gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I’m gonna win ya
I’m gonna get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way, or another, I’m gonna see ya
I’m gonna meet ya meet ya meet ya meet ya
One day, maybe next week,
I’m gonna meet ya, I’m gonna meet ya, I’ll meet ya

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 get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way, or another I’m gonna win ya,
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya
One way, or another, I’m gonna see ya,
I’m gonna meet ya meet ya meet ya meet ya
One day maybe next week, I’m gonna meet ya, I’ll meet ya

And if the lights are all out
I’ll follow your boys downtown
See who’s hanging out

One way or another I’m gonna lose ya
I’m gonna give you the slip
Or slip of the hip for another
I’m gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I’ll trick ya

One way, or another, I’m gonna lose ya,
I wanna 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 walked down the hall stand on the bottom wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you are
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Specials are a wrap you get lost in the crowd

One way or another, I wanna get ya, I’ll get ya,
I’ll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya,
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya,
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya,
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya get ya get ya get ya
One way or another, I wanna get ya,
I’ll get ya, I’ll get ya get ya get ya get ya

. . .


Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out, I had a heart of glass
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 losing my mind
Seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

In between, what I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine,
love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you
It's just no good, you teasing like you do

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out out I had a heart of glass
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 using, please don't push me aside
We coulda made it cruising, yeah

Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light

Once I had a love and it was 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

. . .


Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax
Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette
It's ten to ten and time is running out
Lock up all your memories, get outa here, you know that we can run
Today can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive

Pumping like a fugitive in cover from the night
Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean
Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand
Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean,
we can run

Today can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive

Hanging on a frequency and burning like a fire
Boy you've got the motion down, it's getting late,
I'm tired and I've lost control
Don't leave me here, time is running out
Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean,
we can run

Today can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It's 11:59, and I want to stay alive


. . .


(Keep it up
Keep it up
Thank you, thank you very much
You want some more?
You want some more?
Yeah
Alright
Wait a minute, wait a minute
This is the audience participation number here
Ahhh, spread out, spread out
It you're gonna bang a gong
You need a little room you know
Shake it up
Step back, step back, come on
Let's get some air in here
These people are sweating up front
Come on, yeah
A little more
A few more inches
You got a few more inches right?)
Well your dirty and your sweet
Clad in black, don't look back
And I love
Your dirty and sweet, oh yeah
You know your slim and your weak
You got the teeth of a hyena upon ya'
Your dirty sweet and your mine
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Well you're young and you're cute
You got the teeth of a hyena upon ya'
Your dirty sweet
Well you're built like a car
You got a hubcap for a halo
You're built like a car
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Well he'll not tame you
That's the truth
You're willing and eager
You dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're built like a car
You got a hubcap for a halo
You're built like a car
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Well your dirty and your sweet


Clad in black, don't look back
And I love
Your dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you dance when walk
So let's dance
Take a chance, understand man
Your dirty sweet and your mine
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
(We've got two more)
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Get it on, bang a gong
Get it on
Oh take me
(Oh you don't mind if the boys just play with you a while do they
Oh, do you
Do you mind?)
Fun hey baby we like your lips
Hey baby, we like your pants
Oh, all for funtime
Hey baby, down on the land
Take you, take you, to school?
Oh, all for funtime
Hey baby, we want in
We want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime
Big daddy, I like you lips
Big daddy, I like your pants
Ohhhh
Hey baby we like your lips
Hey baby, we love your pants
Hey everybody we want in
We want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime
Last night, ?? lair
Ooh, fun
All aboard for funtime

. . .


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