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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


Remixed Remade Remodeled - The Remix Project (07/18/1995)
07/18/1995
1.
Heart Of Glass (Richie Jones Club Mix)
2.
Dreaming (The Sub-Urban Dream Mix)
3.
One Way Or Another (Damien's Supermarket Mix)
4.
Atomic (Diddy Remix)
5.
Rapture (K-Klassic Mix)
6.
The Tide Is High (Sand Dollar Mix)
7.
Heart Of Glass (MK 12 Mix)
8.
Call Me (E-Smoove's Beat Vocal Mix)
9.
Dreaming (Utah Saints Mix)
10.
Atomic (Armand's Short Circuit Mix)
11.
Fade Away And Radiate (108 BPM Mix)
. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


Ah ha make me tonight
tonight
make it right
ah ha make me tonight
tonight
tonight
oh
ah ha make it magnificent
tonight
whoa
(ah) your hair is beautiful
(ah) tonight
atomic

tonight make it magnificent
tonight make me tonight
your hair is beautiful
whoa tonight
a-tomic
oh ah
atomic
oh ah
oh ah
atomic
oh ah
atomic

. . .


Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
DJ spinning I said "My My"
Flash is fast flash is cool
Francois c'est pas flashe non due
And you don't stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes the 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 eating cars
You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop
You keep on eating 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 too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eating 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 singing in the rain
Said don't stop to the punk rock
Man to man, body muscular
Sismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology and a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in rapture
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where 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
Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're comin' from

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) my love
You can call me any day or night
Call me

Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come, I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) oh love
When you're ready we can share the wine
Call me

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, he speaks the languages of love
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, amore, chiamami, chiamami
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, appelle-moi mon cheri, appelle-moi
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day, anyway

Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) for a ride
Call me, call me for some overtime
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me in a sweet design
Call me (call me), call me for your lover's lover's alibi
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me)
Oh, call me, oo-hoo-hah
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime

. . .


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

. . .


Ah ha make me tonight
tonight
make it right
ah ha make me tonight
tonight
tonight
oh
ah ha make it magnificent
tonight
whoa
(ah) your hair is beautiful
(ah) tonight
atomic

tonight make it magnificent
tonight make me tonight
your hair is beautiful
whoa tonight
a-tomic
oh ah
atomic
oh ah
oh ah
atomic
oh ah
atomic

. . .


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

. . .


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