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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


The Best Of Blondie (1981)
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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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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'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

. . .


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!

. . .


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

. . .


Was it destiny
I don't know yet
Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear
Now I'm always touched by your presence dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense (it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defence
When you sent your messages whispered loud and clear
I am always touched by your presence dear
Floating past the evidence of possibilities
We could navigate together, psychic frequencies
Coming into contact with outer entities
We could entertain each one with our theosophies

Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s
when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear, dear, dear, dear, dear

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

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