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from Fall Out Boy - Folie A Deux (2008)
Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope of pointlessness The bulls are sedated and this fights fixed Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right The P A system keeps my hard heart beating tonight Oh hell yes I'm a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost Come on in the water's warm Come on like I sugared you but with a kick in the head Like putting wings on lead Your eyes are black in my starlight I'm the last of my kind And as always I'm not addicted to you Fall upon this token as religion of my head And we'll never get through customs Let's just take off again instead Got my degree in the gutter My heart broken in the dorms of the Ivy League Oh hell yes I'm a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost I'm a nervous wreck I'm a nervous wreck I'm a nervous wreck I'm a n n nervous wreck I'm a nervous wreck I'm a nervous wreck Oh hell yes The drugs just make me reset Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost Three times Three times for the Holy Ghost Three times Three times for the Holy Ghost |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
i know what i’m made of
by what’s inside of me maybe science, maybe giants maybe just a mystery maybe the mother of invention is really intensity and baby when they made you i was the background melody a partner to the feeling now you’re a part of me so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me don’t think i’m fantasizing i didn’t make it up lots of people tell me things things about their love how the music that was playing low how they made you in the afterglow i didn’t see ‘em do the body rock i didn’t feel the after shocks but baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one to dance the one who takes a chance be the only one who’s real the only one who feels be the only one who loves you may think i’m egocentric but i’m only centered some of the time i want you to remember i wanna be the tune you can’t get out of your mind i wasn’t there to see the pressure drop i didn’t do the momma and pop baby when they made you i was the background melody was it the lady or the tiger who was the bottom who was the top oh baby when they made you i was the background melody so be the only one who cares the only one who dares the only one who sees the only one who dreams be the only one who tries the only one who cries be the only one for me, for me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body Black in the blackness around me The fallacy of a dream The bliss of the wild The dark raging tide Deep as the sea Deep as the sea inside of me I offer myself to the danger in you To your fierce elctricity You're the fire in my burning soul I shake in the wilderness above I'll always be back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild And it's a matter of flesh and love Your warm breath on my face Your skin drinks my soul The bliss of the wild The sound of your blood flowing ovér me The irresistable color of the moon And they make it(?) by your love How can I feel so free when I'm so bound to you? To the power of our imaging To the madness of our passion To the wilderness of our love I'll always come back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been The bliss of the wild The danger is electric You're the fire in my soul I shake in the wilderness I feel you pull like the moon The galaxy is a dream Desire brings me back Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Back to the earth Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire brings me back Back to where I've always been Desire, desire Desire brings me back |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Dull afternoon
Pale evening sun I'm as tense as A high noon run I'm gonna cross that bridge When I come to it Getting over Stepping up I'm at the end of a stretch Wearing high heels that fit Crossing Diamond Bridge The street was straight Straight and narrow The bridge was not I'm gonna burst my seams Know what temptation means Days were old And nights got hot Feel the difference, it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire I'm not throwing my pearls to swine I'm crossing Diamond Bridge I don't wanna go there But I can't stay here Just a shiny baby In the bright light's glare If I cross that line Break the ties that bind Stepping over Wrong and right Gonna raise the stakes I'm staying wide awake Crossing over Growing up I feel the difference and it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire And melts the ice off my desire I'm crossing Diamond Bridge |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Just when our number's up
You smashed the loving cup It spills out everywhere It simply isn't fair We light up fire flies We kissed on New Years Night We changed the century All those romantic things We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on We wrote our name in lights Made music every night Heatwaves and rhapsody Burn In my memory We changed the light to low It made our spirits glow If it were up to me I'd never let you go So If By Chance You Should agree Ohh tonight We keep it Real Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Toinght We put an End to the End And just go on and on Tonight We Put An End to the End and just go on and on and on and on and on and on and on To the End the End the End We try to put the End to End to End End the End End to the End the End the End End To End End To End |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
As sure as anything
As sure as I can be That 99 %, pure as Ivory I caught the scent, followed the smell of it Couldn't Ignore Hey, why did you pick on me? What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Growing Wild, not in the city Gave me an allergy And my reaction's, what's gonna happen? It gets no help from me I can't explain it Maybe I shouldn't try to That old genetic code, Had a hold on me We go inside it, ran head long into it And mothers' warning, useless to me What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And you can see me drinking the poison Taking it happily. What's that pretty flower I see? Tall and wild it waves at me Mother says it's just a weed Golden Rod, Golden Rod Another blonde, not from the city gave me an allergy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets not help from me You're running wild, not in the city gave me an alleregy And my reaction's What's gonna happen? It gets no help from well you will see me drinking the poison, taking it happily. You're running wild You're running wild Another blonde not from the city Drinking the poison Taking it happily not from the city Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod Golden Rod |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Satellites are falling down tonight
I see you far away I'm floating into this inescapable bliss Changing light, I know the symptoms of I got myself to blame I'm needing you, I just don't care anymore Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Fear of flight I'm so afraid of heights Why are you asking why I'm walking but my feet are never touching the ground Good boys never win Good boys always fallow Good boys never win They all fall away and you remain Eyes wide in the middle of the night Got more money than a body got right Riding on the L 'til the sun comes up again You got me on your face A big disgrace Shakin' your feathers all over the place You woke face down on St. Marks Avenue What a pity for you |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I see you taping thunder from your balcony
Saving the sounds Don't trust your memory I see you catch the lightning Hold it up so you can see Through the open windows Looking down at me Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Olá Joe Catch the sunrise in a glass If you turn yuor back you'll miss it Coming up real fast Set your trap on nighttime You li down in the dark Listen to the thunder Listen to my heart Let's wake the roosters Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk yeaars of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe Caught you in the rain It took you by surprise I'll take you home and dance with you Until your clothes are dry Place your finger on my puls I'll keep the set of you Keep it nice and close And when I feel the threat(?) of spring On my face I know the silent sound of you Won't be erased Let's wake the rooserts Nighttime's gonna go We'll walk and talk years of Before the light begins to show Let's wake the roosters Nice to know you Joe Let's wake the roosters Hey-ho olá Joe |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
No explanation
No words describe Serving sentence in your head You murder time Some waiting station One endless night Take the empty trains to nowhere In your idle mind And sometimes I feel like the last one on the planet Only one, your the only one Sometimes I feel like the last one in the world Only one, your the only one Don't get so near to me Don't disappear on me Here comes the morning Venetian blind I'll do the haunting I'm killing time It's dark on Broadway It's kind of like Walking down the lonely streets In your idle mind I'm the only one I'm the last one in the world Only one, you're the only one |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I'm hot as a fire burning bright I feel as empty as air
There is no sense of balance In the howling wind that calls to me I can feel it everywhere but it's invisible to me Distractions and spirit find me floating in a magnetic sea The nights are phosphorescent And the days are beautiful and bright Until whispering mist it comes falling down on me Oh there's fire burning Looking for the magic In the night time all this Brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be It's in the night time alleys Winding through my deepest memory And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me I'm looking for the magic in the places I remember it to be And just one simple thought brings the magic back to me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
In another life
When the gods were crazy And the measurement of time Were the ending seasons And maybe we believed There was anger in the storm Sometimes the Sky reminds me And if you think that's wild There's my dream of Egypt And the colour of the Nile You're a Roman Soilder It's small world after all But's older than you think Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside Sometimes your eyes remind me Don't know why I'll wait a lifetme till you find me There are times mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside In another life when the gods were crazy And complaining all the time And the people look at me The volocano wants a bribe And I'm still afraid of fire mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside mmmm I've been this way before mmmm I'll come this way again So many things remind me So many things inside |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I'm concentrating on the big laugh You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see What you got hiding in your body cavity I'm so sick of your Jersey rap Your slab rat white as a tic-tac Why don't you take a dirt nap You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great, level down and read 'em From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city Your boom is a distortion Your act is a contortion The perfume and pretension Your hair in invention Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming I thought I heard it all But there's still more coming Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in You said your name was what What kind of a name is that Shooting past me on the turnpike Should have told you to take a hike But there was something I don't know what That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude I guess you did give me a rush Yeah you gave me a thrill Felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill And your pattern yeah your method yeah The way you deliver long and slow The way you get your percussion going Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who's your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back in Jail I got your post card saying How it is in that pen your in Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline Give it a rest, give it a rest You got one dimension pure pretension Cross the river start to shiver Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke I told you one more word from you About Jersey and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won't be too sweet |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
all of our days we cry out for love
and we cry for the times that we lost in all when we had it all, all our hopes and our dreams all of our days we cry out for love, and we try to create it again, again to deny the laws and to leave it behind REFRAIN: sing sweet songs of love to me now so the night will become one of love sing sweet songs of love to me now for i need to know you`re mine all of our days we long for a chance to be lost in a trance of a love we share a romantic love like no other before all of our days we live on the run but we try to believe that it`s just begun that we`ll have the time to enjoy every day REFRAIN: sing songs, sweet songs of love... I love you, you know that I do and forever I´ll sing just for you let me know you love me tonight let me hold you in my arms REFRAIN |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
Fate points the finger
It is a double-barreled ringer You're the one, you're the one That's been touched by the singer And then in the night cold as ice Hi-five you're a co-ed mingler He leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the winner Touch is the Tingler Making me itch Making me twitch Touch is the Tingler Controlling my mind Climbing my spine Fate points the finger What ya gonna bring me A pretty note from your sweet throat That's been touched by the Tingler But in the night cold as ice Hi-five co-ed mingler It leaves no marks in spite of sparks And so touch has become the Tingler Touch is the Tingler |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Curse Of Blondie (2003)
lalalala....
was that an invitation can you explain I´m so impacient hey rise to the occasion can you explain the reason why you took a second look, second look i saw you once, met you twice uuhh...your presence feels so nice you´re silent, get your tongue untight when then night comes into open wild, you gotta say aha, before I come undone you got a sweet expression, is that the spot that I should kiss on, hey tell me can you hear me you gotta raise your voice `cause the music`s loud, you gotta shout, spit it out it seems that you got a quiet way eyes that tell what you can`t say I sure would like to read your mind, you´re speechless and I try and try you gotta say aha, before I come undone right from the start your kissing lips I burned up if you just say something I won`t tell you to shut it up it`s like an application, filling in the open spaces `cause I`ve been overtaken and I´m so sick of waitin`one two three, answere me, answere me |
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from Deborah Harry - I Want That Man (2000)
I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine I want a piece of heaven before I die I wanna pair of pink high heels That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty-first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man I wanna move like what's his name I'll keep the money, you can have the fame Everything that's yours will soon be mine Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA You could send me roses every other day But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe By that man in the very back row But he won't even look me in the eye Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me I want him to be king of all my dreams But what I really want I just can't hide Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man |
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from Deborah Harry - I Want That Man (2000)
I wanna dance with Harry Dean
Drive through Texas in a black limousine I want a piece of heaven before I die I wanna pair of pink high heels That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty-first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man I wanna move like what's his name I'll keep the money, you can have the fame Everything that's yours will soon be mine Yeah, I wanna be the Queen of the USA You could send me roses every other day But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man Hey! I wanna be kissed from head to toe By that man in the very back row But he won't even look me in the eye Ah, I want his love to rain right down on me I want him to be king of all my dreams But what I really want I just can't hide Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better for a girl like me Cuz I want everything I can But most of all I want that man I want that man |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
uih hinuhmaikemetonight,
Tonightmakemeitright, uh huhmakemetonight, Tonight, Tonight, ohuh huhmaikeitmagnificent, Toninght, Right, oh,yourhairisbeaufiful. ohtoight, Atomic, Toinhtmakeitmagnificent, Tonight, Makemetonight, Yourhairisbeauitiful. oh,toight, Atoimic Atomimic oh, |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime 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 on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car Colour me your colour, darling I know who you are Come up off your colour chart I know where you're coming from Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime 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 on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me oh my love When you're ready we can share the wine Call me Ooh, he speaks the languages of love Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami. Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway Call me my life Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Take me out and show me off Put me on the scene Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties You're the man no in between I know what you words can mean Call me call me any anytime Call me for a ride Call me call me for some overtime Call me in my life Call me call me in a sweet design Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi Call me on the line Call me call me any anytime Call me Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah. Call me my love. Call me, call me any anytime. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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? Reel to reel 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. Meet 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. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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? Reel to reel 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. Meet 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. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Forgive And Forget - Blondie
Nature’s cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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* Forgive And Forget - Blondie
Nature’s cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won’t forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 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 told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone 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 call 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 Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 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 told you to ignore Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Oh why can’t we talk again Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone 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 call 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 Oh I can’t control myself Oh I can’t control myself Don’t leave me hanging on the telephone Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out...had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing...only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon (found) out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing...but I was so blind Mucho mistrust....love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do... Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out...(had a heart of glass) Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Lost inside...adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! In between...what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing - there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do... Na na na........... |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out...had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing...only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Once I had a love and it was divine Soon (found) out I was losin' my mind Seemed like the real thing...but I was so blind Mucho mistrust....love is far behind In between what I find is pleasing and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good, you teasin' like you do... Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out...(had a heart of glass) Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust...love is far behind Lost inside...adorable illusion and I cannot hide I'm the one you're usin' please don't push me aside We coulda' made it cruisin', yeah..... Nn na na.... (Yeah, hide and hide, although I'm still a lil' shy) OOOOoooo...Oh! In between...what I find is pleasin' and I'm feelin' fine Love is so confusing - there's no peace of mind If I fear I'm losin' you it's just no good You teasin' like you do... Na na na........... |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
She moves like she don’t care.
Smooth as silk, cool as air. Ooh, it makes you wanna cry. She doesn’t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Ooh, don’t you wanna take her? Wanna make her all your own? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. I’ve seen this thing before. In my best friends and the boy next door. Fool for love and full on fire. Won’t come in from the rain. She’s oceans running down the drain. Blue as ice and desire. Don’t you wanna make her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Ooh, don’t you wanna break her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? She walks like she don’t care. Walking on imported air. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
She moves like she don’t care.
Smooth as silk, cool as air. Ooh, it makes you wanna cry. She doesn’t know your name and your heart beats like a subway train. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Ooh, don’t you wanna take her? Wanna make her all your own? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. I’ve seen this thing before. In my best friends and the boy next door. Fool for love and full on fire. Won’t come in from the rain. She’s oceans running down the drain. Blue as ice and desire. Don’t you wanna make her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Ooh, don’t you wanna break her? Ooh, don’t you wanna take her home? She walks like she don’t care. Walking on imported air. Ooh, it makes you wanna die. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Medina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. Maria. You’ve gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind. Regina. Ave Maria. A million and one candlelights. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
。No Exit - Blondie (Feat.coolio)
There’s no sin in this Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
。No Exit - Blondie (Feat.coolio)
There’s no sin in this Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He’s gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna 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'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One dya, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And it the lights are all down I'll see sho's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna 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'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha gethca (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) *repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a 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, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ 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 to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ 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 singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when 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 ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture Back to back Sacrailiac Spineless movement And a wild attack Face to face Sadly solitude And it’s finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s high DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind Flash is fast, Flash is cool Francois sez fas, Flashe’ no do And you don’t stop, sure shot Go out to the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a 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, eatin’ cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ 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 to slow, ’cause the man from Mars Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ 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 singin’ in the rain I said don’t stop, do punk rock Well now you see what you wanna be Just have your party on TV ’Cause the man from Mars won’t eat up bars when 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 ’Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars And now he only eats guitars, get up! |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 Comet 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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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
* Screaming Skin - Blondie
Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I’ve ever been I can’t escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can’t ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I’m a multicellular individual You’re way out of proportion We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I’m not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I’m a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic connection Don’t call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Green trees call to me I am free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone, trapped by its beauty Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years of fear were in her way Lost in space and down she came Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway Bright lights and thunder |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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. When I saw you again in the summer time, if your love was as sweet as mine, I could be sunday's girl. |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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 {Repeat |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Blondie - Livid (2000)
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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 |
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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 |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Passing the match test?
That's some kind of tease Cause everything rests on the moment The little flame sees Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room If you get past that brief little flash Take down my number with your pencil moustache Play truth or dare in the light on a stray anywhere Don't follow the fallen already lying down there Let's go! Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Oh yeah, uh? Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? Keeping my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine When we trip the light fantastic We're feeling so rare If you follow your features aligned by the glare Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Let's go boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room I'll be the cause you can champion Your scarlet companion And won't it be fun? I'll keep my head above water I'm no farmer's daughter No clinging vine Passing the match test and no one says thank you 멌ause they're gone just as fast as a breeze Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Yeah let's go boom Boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room Ah let's go, boom, boom in the zoom, zoom room |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Dig up the conjo
Break in the mojo Dig up the conjo Making me well Who do you love? Little mouse got a gun to your head And drums in the night going blind Hypnotised Lost in the Congo Holding the bongo Kilimanjaro Dig up the conjo Listen to gods For the name little hearts Be like saints come marching in Deep in the bayou Demon inside you Put on the hoo doo Put on the hoo doo Who do you love? "Hey mommy do you see that man?" "Hey mommy I don't understand" "It's only a zombie honey hailing a cab" "Just hold my hand and don't look in his face" Jungle inside you Something's beside you Doing the mambo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? {Who do you love?} {Who do you love?} Aloha down the well Come and ring the bell The jungle's burning down Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Dig up the conjo Who do you love? Took the best In the sun Hold your breath Something comes It's so long Half alive Watching you while it flies Lost in the Congo Beating the bongo Breaking the mojo Dig up the conjo Beating the bongo Holding the mojo Making me well |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Not of this world entirely
Heaven sent you are my deity Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me I will be divine I wear the spell you put on me Like a charm No one else can see Keeps away the wicked Badly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine And when I thought my fire finally died I felt your spell tight as ever-tide No one is above the rituals of love Temptation calls and the stars fall from the blue There is no limitation Except for me and you Lived through all the romance Sadly meant for me {Ohhh, ahhh} All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine All I need is a sign Make your presence known to mine Come to me and I will be divine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Looking for your face
Where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Blazing waves of heat I press on in tiny bursts of speed Caught in my pursuit I play the fetishistic mission The longing that I feel drives me mad in your direction Nailed by something cute I tear it out with microsurgical precision Incender Put some gas on the embers Lightning goes to ground Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Another flash of face igniting and familiar Pulls me by the eye to the perimiter Riveting my gaze Is that your face in the crowd? Incender Drop some gas on the ember I felt a slap on the face Incender Crazy fool on a bender Striking the ground Burning me down Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? I fell awake I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? Double take Left with an aftertaste I look again Was it your face? Looking for your face where it could never be I'm following a trail that only I can see Double take I'm in an altered state I look again Was it really you? I'm following a trail that only I can see? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Nature's cast upon the sea
The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night Lay it before me Ratify my head with curses Night recalls tranquillity A curtain falls and sets it free Darkness calls eternity Down silent halls the shadows flee If you forgive me my ferocity I won't forget your sweetness Pull down the night lay it before me Satisfy my head with curses Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Fatal cast upon the sea The winds of past of promise be Waters deep and cunning A scheme of sleep as lovers breathe Forgive and forget Forgive and forget Forgive and forget |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I'm like a happy dog
Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Raise a flag of white Shake and shag I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up뭓 your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I'm gonna go with that and chase your pussycat Be my happy dog My leaping frog and jump all over me cause my little mutt's got that hairy butt It's gonna wag it for me baby Hey come over here Mr Licks I like when you pick up sticks When you throw me a fit And no matter what You tell the tale of a pup cause you're my kind of mutt I disagree I wanna?itch you like a flea Gonna teach my old dog to do some new tricks Mmm humm Don't be begging me Just take a seat on my lap of luxury I'm like a happy dog Who's been alone too long I wanna?wag for you baby Come on now throw me some bone I'm ripping up'a your song I wanna?be your dog Skinny or fat I wanna?go with that and chase your pussycat I wanna?wag for you baby I wanna?wag for you I wanna?wag for you baby |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
She moves like
she don't care Smooth as silk cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name and your heart beats like a subway train Ooh it makes you wanna die Ooh don't you wanna take her Ooh Wanna make her all your own Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights I've seen this thing before In my best friend and the boy next door Fool for love and fool of fire Won't come in from the rain Sees oceans running down the drain Blue as ice and desire Don't you wanna make her Ooh don't you wanna take her home Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Ooh don't you wanna break her Ooh don't you wanna take her home She walks like she don't care you wanna take her everywhere ooh it makes you wanna cry she's like a millonare walking on imported air Ooh it makes you wanna die Maria you've got to see her Go insane and out of your mind Regina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria A million and one candle lights Maria You've gotta see her Go insane and out of your mind Medina Ave Maria |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Your music by the night wind sent
Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths Messenger of sympathies My heart beats loud in ecstasy When your shadow falls on me A silhouette reality And I chase every night after you And I chase after you Of all your loaded mysteries The colour of your sympathies My words cannot express your awful loveliness So come with me through smoke and mirrors We'll bring our differences nearer We'll float upon an inland sea Embody visions of a dream And I chase every night after you I got a chill and the night wind sent Me a chill And the night wind sent Me a chill You wander through my sleeping mind Reading thoughts I've left behind I always know when you've been there Tangles of perfume fill my hair Your music by the night wind sent Awakes my quiet instrument In the silence of your steps I can see into the depths |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
There's no sin in this
Getting dressed to kill Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze yeah and his lips apart He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light vistas Get the girls and get their sisters Pinch em?up and give em?blisters Kiss em?fierce with all his might forever Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waiting for me to fall but Then I got a call It said; "Wait hold up homie You must be trippin? You can't be putting that sippin?and whippin?up in your pippin You better stand tall Fool you was born to ball Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt Take your place in the front Put your hand on the pump And it's right in your grasp man I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later Cuz?time's are gonna get greater You's?a player and when I say player I mean player cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player" Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Why don't you come and talk me off the edge Why don't you came and walk me off the edge Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Bye, bye to another life Under the dark ? In total chaos ? behind us Nothing can shake us All the is sacred, dearly departed Brave heart, slave, aids Contains something courageous Solution, it all comes in stages Live into Nirvana Behind the golden ages The world crash explodes Never devours Don't cry for me, I'm proud Jump up the power Then, then, then When you least expect it You'll understand, there is no exit Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry for ya? Who's gonna cry over you? Who's gonna cry over you? Cry over you? Tell me would they lie for you? Die for you? You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool But who's gonna cry? Who's gonna cry? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice It seems like jet planes On snowed in runways Under clear blue skies Who needs it? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but her Money goes to money In a figure eight around me Mommy Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing else feels solid We believe in love We believe in little things Like heaven up above and seven it's a lucky number We believe that something lives inside every thing there is Don't think about it much I mean it I believe it I believe it Wind down Put your mind down Like your missing school You'll teach her to find out While your dying In your living room How much you need her Nothing is real but the girl Only her eyes are solid Nothing is real but her Nothing is real but the girl |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
He don't hang around with the gang no more
He don't do the wild things that he did before 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 I can see 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 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 Something died 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 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 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 |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Following my lust for wonder
Everywhere I've ever been I can't escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can't ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I'm a multicellular individual You're way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I'm not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
I wake up laughing
Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walking Happy or just crazy Relaxed or lazy Gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me Cares are all buckshot and buffalo Every dark has an afterglow I'm not afraid of what's down below I keep my sights on the sky I wake up laughing Thrown from a nightmare I come down standing When I'm tossed in the air Bright as Tiajuana Like a dose of Bella Donna I could cry but I don't wanna? And the dream's lost on me I come out shootin' when trouble comes knockin' I greet bad news by sending it walkin' Happy or just crazy Relaxed or laxy I'm gonna keep my vision hazy And the dream's lost on me |
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from Blondie, Blondie - No Exit (1999)
Well this is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours who had a little band called the gun club I still can picture him His hands in his back pockets He wasn't much for words But when the wise kids made a racket He just had to go downtown Throw his weight around for starting over "Say did you hear I've got a band?" Some guys I know from LA Put on Rio Grande I'll pay you back next Friday You know it sure ain't big Just some cats I dig They said; "They'd do the gig" Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Some guys can't make it on the run Under the gun Not for the younger Oh Jack Daniel뭩 I feel your hunger I know you did your best But you thought that you did not I wish that I had known Before I heard the last shot You know it's not a sin That trophy Indian Just a momento So sad your love remained My comrades lost in battle The music was a din from London to Seattle We all made you play and all our yesterdays Are starting over Oh Desperado Why don't you spend your life in Colorado? Oh restless shadow Out in the blue hills You're feeling hollow Oh, El Diablo Why did you spend your life in California? I should have warned ya? No place to go now but falling over Ready to die No he's ready to die |
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from Scarface (스카페이스) by Giorgio Moroder [ost] (1990)
He's on the level if he's inclined. The son of a devil, he wants mine and more. Ooh, he's a high, high climber. Not just a clinging vine. He made the grade, he made his marks, senor, And guess who's keeping score? Rush rush, got the yeyo? Buzz buzz, gimme yeyo. Rush rush, got the yeyo? Uh oh. Yo yo, no no yeyo. Uh oh. He's a real speed demon. He's one of a kind. Watching, waiting, winking over his shoulder. He's running out of time. Rush rush to the yeyo. Buzz buzz, gimme yeyo. Uh oh. Yo yo, no no yeyo. Go go. Rush rush to the yeyo. Never, never take a chance before you know he's in a hurry. Better better make your mind up boy, he's faster, he's faster, he's faster, he's faster. Rush rush, gimme yeyo. Buzz buzz buzz, gimme yeyo. Uh oh. No no, gimme yeyo. Yo yo, dame yeyo. Uh oh. Rush rush, gimme yeyo. Buzz buzz buzz, gimme yeyo. Uh oh. No no, gimme yeyo. Yo yo, dame yeyo. Uh oh. He's a real speed demon. He's one of a kind. Watching, waiting, winking over his shoulder. He's running out of time, time, time, time. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Be my TV Guide in between the stations.
Be my satellite: secret information. Stairway going one way to the subway. Waiting for the train. Take it to the runway. Journal in the Square, fingers in the hairdo. England in the air, Beatle in the bathroom. Highway going one way or another. Let's get in the car. Brooklyn Queens Expressway. Turning in the light, singing to the doorway. Standing on the side, listen to the subway. (No one understands you, upperhands you, lonely valentine. Bell and book and candle.) |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
"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-universal race. This year's event promises excitement to surpass all previous races! As many of you fans know already the route or track of the race, orbits, and glides has been increased by 5000 million kilometers thus enabling Grande Trex to include the B'Arc 15 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 Lattitude * Longitude * Satellite * Solid substitute Dragonfly * Arc revise 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's fear. Rapid scan * Radians * For the chance * To win the grande Maneuvers * Preprogram * 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 SSC. Is science hiding witchery? "Grande Trex fans throughout the universe are well informed on the risks the pilots take in entering this race; re-entry into some of the alien atmospheres is tricky business which can cause a craft to implode, explode, melt, lose atomic structure, and so forth, adding to the interstellar degree that on its own is a terrific danger to the ships (while) en route. The surface craft scheduled to launch at 0700.51(00) Greenwich mean time have assembled on one of our very own stars (Neutron Einstar EV 9) for this year's event. And the excitement is at a fevering pitch as the countdown approaches zero!" Dragonfly * Rations glide * In free fall slide * Systems 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. "We have retained as an added feature of daring, thrills, and excitement of this race, a feature which I'm sure you're going to like, the computer override lasting three and a half hours or two gens, when pilots and co-pilots manually control free-fall, latitude, logitude, protract gravity, revise dimensional equations, run program checks, submerge in the wild oceans of Jonrin 22, and photograph as much territory and terrain 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 * Dragonfly * Beacons aim * Space game "The countdown is -200 and I am turning you over to the control room at command central (Sia Lan) for the launch. Good luck to all the entrants and especially to our own ship, (the) Dragonfly! (Onward to victory! (Remember comdirect and radio silence will temporarily be in effect.))" Satellite * Computerized * Mighty flight * Hypersonic glide Win the race * Calibrate * Reentry place * (Multi) fail safe "Beacons lasers quasars guns mounted on deck, rapid survey reactor, fail safe radians. Extra points awarded for city salvage delivered at the finish line preferably retaining molecular identity. Each ship one shot at one designated planet with one pass to carry out (objective) and execute retrieve code. Flip axis at will. Computer override duration; 3 1/2 hours or 2 gens for pilot/co-pilot manual control. Exposed photographic material without readable subject matter will not be included in final point total." |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
When I was 17 I saw a magazine.
It had those English boys who had long hair. When I was on my own they moved into my town, and I just called 'em up and they'd be there. In 1969 I had a lousy time. I listened to the songs, read letters sent from Nam. Now peace and love were gone, the tired soldiers home. Ideal society gunned down the '70s Does it feel the same to you? Why do you act the way you do? Pack it up or pack it in. There's no excuse. Could the hands of time reverse? Would we wake or take the ride and again speak with one voice? We knew each other well although we never met. Messages passed to tell equal respect. Coincidence recurred. I had to laugh a lot. One week hung up superb, said maybe not. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Don't look over my shoulder, I'm trying to read.
Remember these intimate moments; don't forget my privacy. We both have our orders and a trick up the sleeve. There's no use pretending you're asleep... The subject was roses: quine geology. Deliberate notice you're taking of me. Caution and danger are not family. Don't try turning the tables on me! Too long and too lonely... For your eyes only, secretly. Enjoy the paradox: you thinking I'm the fox. Can't ya see you personally? So many people know who you are and they know you've been looking for your counterpart. We're chasing an echo in sonic 3-D and if I laugh without joking, make believe. Too long and too lonely... For your eyes only, totally. I like what you're showing. For your eyes only, secretly. For your eyes only. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
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 outta 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? Oh-oh oh-oh! Oh buccaneer! Can ya help me put my truck in gear? Can ya take me far away from here save my soul from sin? No luxuries No no! Amenities Too dull your senses Oh oh! Only primitive hey hey really get away Island of lost souls Eee ya ya ya ya ya! Island of Lost Souls Iya iya iya iya island Iya island Island of lost so oh oh oh oh Iya iya Island of lost souls Forget about work Forget about work! Start all over again! Oh oh oh oh Island of lost souls Island of lost so oh oh oh oh Far away from Babylon Oh oh oh oh oh On the boulevard Oh oh Of broken dreams Island of lost so oh oh oh Oh oh! |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
My name is Little Caesar.
My 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 alot of 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 goodtime gentleman. Perform my magic for ya then I'll make my plan. When I'm gone you'll feel so low: obsession out-a-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 without 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, yea. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Ah... adventure
Very near and then you vanish Rescue from invasion Narrowly avoided Have to live with nature Hear a voice from a novel Love persuasion Very near and then you vanished Some say he's too handsome Some say he's unique Steel, the weave, the night trick Aphrodisiac Ah, ooh, ah, the boy's herb Vanilla, vanilla They say I'll never find him Or evidence left behind Flip a coin to decide it Is it now or never? Have to live with nature I hear a voice from a novel Love persuasion Oh, orchidia Steel, the weave, the night trick Weave the tale you find Reappear in a vision My heart's racing with the rhythm Even in the drum beat Time will tell the story Looking for an adventure Here today, gone tomorrow Articles declaring Evidence to follow Heart is pumping to the rhythm The story is repeated Ah-ooh-ah-ya... Where are you? Where, where are you, orchidia? Where are you? Where are you, orchidia? Whoa, ooh, oh Where are ya, orchidia? Orchidia? Orchidia? |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
We want fun.
We wanna run. We want fun. We gotta run. We want fun. Get out among the hot nightclubs, find some love. "Billions of people have heard of me and everyone knows the sun rises in the east. Not too nice, not too sweet. No one even talks to me. I shake the leaves right off the trees. I'm the bee's greasy knees. I shake 'em. I break 'em, I drop 'em from eight miles high, alright. In the past my fate was cast. My social life was limited to Halloween and New Year's Eve. Monotony was killing me; approaching schizophrenia. I hit the hot spots every night and... for the first time in my life, the bouncers would greet me! The doormen would escort me! Managers adored me! Photographers would follow me begging for: 'A smile, Beast!' 'Over here, Beast!' 'Here, Beast!' The hat check always said to me 'Hiya B, whatcha doin' later?'" We want fun. We gotta run. If you find fun get out and run. You need fun for feeling fine. We want fun for feeling fine. And find the one... "Now (I'm not bragging, Heaven knows) I spend no more nights alone. Lucky me I'm ten foot three and freaky. My picture has been printed and interviews requested one hundred times a week. Believe it! I'm not talking through my teeth. Are you sure you got it? I mean it! To prove it: I'm in the news. It's true. It's true. Check it out. Check it out." He wants her love. She wants love... "I take action: get relief. Pick a partner. Pick a piece. Get satisfaction. I am the Beast.She wants fun. He wants her love. "I get satisfaction. I pick up my feet. I'm the center of attraction by staying off the streets." And I want love. Get some funk and get some fun. Punks like fun. Punks like funk. Funk is fun. We want fun. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
Every day brings change and the old world puts on a new face.
Certain things rearrange and this whole world seems like a new place. Secretly I've been tailing you like a fox that preys on a rabbit. I had to get you and so I knew I had to learn your ways and habits. Ooooooooooo ah, you were the catch that I was after. I looked up and I was in your arms and I knew that I was captured. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. I had laid such a tender trap, hoping you might fall into it. Love hit me with a sudden slap. One kiss and then I knew it. Ooooooooooo, my plan didn't work out like I thought. I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught. What's this whole world coming to? Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game. Oh yeah. Yeah yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, 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 of destiny. 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. |
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from Blondie, Blondie - The Hunter (1982)
I need city lights, defense, 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 of destiny. 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. |
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