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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 Platinum Collection (1994)
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Out In The Streets (1975 demo recording)
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Platinum Blonde (1975 demo recording)
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The Thin Line (1975 demo recording)
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Puerto Rico (1975 demo recording)
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Once I Had A Love (aka The Disco Song) (1975 demo recording, early version of "Heart of Glass")
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Atomic (Diddy Remix - Radio Edit)
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Rapture (K-Klass Remix - Radio Edit)
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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 "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

. . .


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

. . .


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 (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 (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)

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


1 2 3 4
Although I'm young I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My Polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November

Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB detect me

Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange

I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead!
No one left to worry
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the CIA detect me

Hey! Hey! Hey!

. . .


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
Uh eow!

He got the address symbolised 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
Uh eow
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

. . .


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 you're 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 me 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

. . .


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

. . .


Poets problem, patron saint
Puts me in the place I’m in
Passions letter
Poison Pen
On these two things I can depend
Who 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
Dirty dealers, school of thought
And armchair for the strength of thought
The TV sets 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
Who will write your number on the wall?
I will not be there, when you call
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

. . .


You know he can't be tested,
he can't be read or found
Urban grey takes breath away,
he wants to push his pedal to the ground
And the night's what's right,
puts him at the wheel
Well, I eat danger,
any stranger is all right
Feel hot to go like Jimmy O,
dodging flying objects at the show
And the lights make me fight
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you

This town's a concrete factory and Dad and Mum look just like me
I'm on the plant assembly line.
Too late now.
Too far behind
You said you wanna hang around,
no-one really cares where you go
Take your time.
Things never change

In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you

One more to market,
one more piggie,
and they all,
they all look just like me, yeah

. . .


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.

. . .


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

. . .


You're gonna say you miss me
You're gonna say you'll kiss me
You're gonna say you love me
And I'm gonna love you too

I don't care what you told me
You're gonna say you'll hold me
You're gonna say you'll love me
Cause I'm gonna love you too

After all another fella took ya but I still can't overlook ya
I'm gonna do my best to hook ya
After all is said and done

I don't care what you told me
You're gonna say how you'll hold me
And you're gonna say you love me
Cause I'm gonna love you too

You're gonna tell me sweet things
You're gonna make my heart sing
And I'm gonna hear bells ring
Cause I'm gonna love you too

You're gonna say you'll kiss me
You're gonna say you'll miss me
You're gonna say you'll love me
Cause I'm gonna love you too

. . .


O 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 Communication 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-tab
I had to get away

Chorus:

Don't go away sad
Don't go pre-tab
Don't go be bad
Don't go away mad, just go away

O 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

O Don't ya know
Don't wanna see ya curse and pout
Pack it and move it
Ya spell, ya read, O.U.T. out

You got a big mouth and I'm happy to see
Your foot is firmly entrenched where a molar should be

Don't be mad or lose your medicaid cool
Of course cool rhymes with fool

. . .


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

. . .


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
An' 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
An' if you do, will anything happen?
Will it come true, will anything happen?
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
An' 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?

An' if I do, will anything happen?

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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


. . .


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

. . .


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

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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


You 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 asleep

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 asleep

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

. . .


Every day you've go to wake up
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, yeah

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

. . .


Oh, oh, 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

Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue

. . .


Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel
Inside the armoured car ride two big armed guards
In a bullet-proof vest, shatterproof glass, overdrive, we're gonna pass
Twenty five tons of hardened steel rolls on no ordinary wheel
The hardest part of the armoured guard
Big man of steel behind the steering wheel

Nitro and acetylene open la machine
No short heist, no overnight, big money take you to Brazil
Bullet-proof vest, shatterproof glass, overdrive, we're gonna pass
Time bomb, greasy mob, count down, hurry up, come on

The hardest part of the armoured guard
Big man of steel behind the steering wheel

In a wire mesh cage with a twelve gauge. Radio - we're coming fast
Ooh, I need to feel some hardened steel, deliver the big money deal

Of the armoured guard here's what I heard
I'll tell you that he will no matter what you feel
The hardest part of the armoured guard
Big man of steel behind the steering wheel

Twenty five tons of hardened steel deliver the big money deal

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


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!

. . .


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 me you're not the last walking in parade
Dressed to test you up the road
Tighter than the lightest 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 politic
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, 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 colour

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?
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh
Heh, heh, heh

Heh, why don't you?
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?

. . .


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

. . .


Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars,
and any other inhabited orbs
with contestants entered in the annual Grande Trex,
the only inter-galactic race.
This year's event promises excitement to surpass all previous races.
As many of you fans already know the route or track of the orbits,
glides, etc.
has been increased by 5,000 million kilometers
thus enabling Grande Trex to include the B'Arc System,
in our present event and for all succeeding GT races.
Dragonfly Dragonfly
Satellite
Strike and fight

Laser light shot tonight
Target nullified
Gyro subdivide

Latitude longitude
Satellite
Solid substitute

What's a drag race? Can't you see those dragons
Speeding up the street
But I learned they weren't real
Figments of the ancient fear

Rapid scan radians
For the chance
To win the Grande

Maneuvers preprogramme
Windage
Won't operate

Negative bearing swell

Dragons fly they symbolize in myth and saga breathing fire
Look up there's one flying higher
Faster than the SCC
Is science hiding witchery?

Grande Trex fans throughout the universe are well informed
on the risks pilots take in entering this race, i.e.
re-entry into some of the alien atmospheres is tricky business
which can cause a craft to implode, explode, melt,
lose automatic structure, etc., while en route.
The craft are scheduled to surface launch 0700.5100
Greenwich time and are assembled on one of our very own stars,
Neutron Einstar EV 9.
The excitement is at a fevered pitch as the countdown approaches zero.
These hypersonic inertial transition ships
can calculate the negligible quantity of spherical differential for tight orbit,
are sonar-radar balanced and translate windage occurrence,
offset verniers, retrieve, execute prepare,
delay code and report astrogational error in a micro-second.
Naturally these specialized craft are equipped with apparatus capable
of highly sensitive maneuverability.
They can dive, sweep, run random parallel paths,
alternate axes, circumnavigate for rapid survey, spin,
count milibaricly while simultaneously displaying an accurate diagram grid
for safety measures,
not to mention the quanta limitation fixtures for sea level,
ground level, level off, and hover bearings.
We have retained as an added feature to stimulate more thrills,
the computer over-ride for a three and one half hours to two gens during
which pilots and co-pilots manually control free-fall, latitude,
longitude, protact gravity, revise dimensional equations,
run programme checks, submerge in the wild oceans of Jonrin 22,
to photograph as much territory as they can in addition
to the requisite three thousand automatic shots.
The postulate for mischance runs high but not as high as the tension
and competitive spirit right here on Earth and all over
the 4 galaxies represented in this Seventh Grande Trex.

Dragonfly rations glide
In free fall slide
System nullify

Satellite dragonfly
Surface launch
Radio silence

Hover high level off

The time space tactics saved us then
Display report present, urgent
Sequence counting surface launch
Dragonfly destroying all

Science claiming newest findings
Chanting calling flying dragons
Aboard all systems optimum
Nova scheduled war continued
Half the continental shelf burned by interval
Interval

Dragonfly Dragonfly
Beacons aim
Space game

Satellite computerized
Mighty flight
Hypersonic glide

The countdown is minus two hundred (-200)
and I am turning you over to the control room
at command central Sia Lan for the launch.
Good luck to all the racers and especially to our ship Dragonfly;
onward to victory.
(Remember comdirect and radio silence will temporarily be in effect.)

Win the race calibrate
Re-entry place
Multi fail safe

. . .


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

. . .


My name is Little Caesar
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 alotta 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 good time gentlemen
Perform my magic for ya
Then I'll make my plan
When I'm gone you'll feel so low
Obsession outta 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 with 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 yeah

. . .


He don’t hang around with the gang no more.
He don’t do the wild things that he did before.

(ooh)
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 (and I can see) and I
can see (still in the street) 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.

(ooh)
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.
(tell me more)
Something died.
(still in the street)
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.

(ooh)
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.
(send him back)
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.
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.

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


You say you wanna take me down to puerto rico.
Crowded puerto rico.
Humid puerto rico.
You say you wanna take me up to the mountains.
The boring mountains.
You say you wanna take out to las vegas.
Viva, viva las vegas.
I heard it.
I did it.
I got the bill.
I lived it.
I paid it.
Paying still.
Compliments and promises can't fool me twice.
Spreading lies like that around isn't very nice.
You say I'm so fascinating like no one else you know.
No one else you know?
Your wife should know.
You say you wanna put me on some tv show.
The johnny carson show?
Come on.
Let's go.
You say you wanna buy me leather coats and cars.
Make me a star.
Take a trip to mars!
I did it.
I got it.
I got the jewel.
I made it.
I paid it.
And I'm no fool.
Compliments and promises can't fool me twice.
You're such a low-life schemer.
Beat it creep, dematerialize.

. . .


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 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

. . .


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!

. . .


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