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Glossary to Words of Blondie Music:
Glossary by Theresa Heinz-Ratekin ©2001
A
Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold
The children come in here and
they dare the ghost
Like a fire burning in a stone
Ah
Silent light in the theatre's sky
Phantom cigarette and a silent cry
The door swings open
and it's cold outside
Run and hide, run and hide
Ah, ah
They can still see him singing
on the corner singing songs
That never fade away,
fade into the kids
that come along
Memory in a silent seat
Melody on a long retreat
Like an angel on a balcony
Like an angel on a balcony
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Written by J Destri
and L Davis © Chrysalis Records
No I don't believe in luck
No I don't believe in circumstance no more
Accidents never happen in a perfect world
So I won't believe in luck
I saw you walking in the dark
So I slipped behind your footsteps for a while
Caught you turning round the block
Fancy meeting in a smaller world,
after all
Accidents never happen,
could have planned it all
Precognition in my ears
Accidents never happen
in a perfect world
Complications disappear
Now you love me I, yeah,
I can tell I never lied,
I never cried And you,
you knew so well
Like the Magi on the hill
I can divinate your presence from afar
And I'll follow you until
I can bring you to a perfect world
Accidents never happen,
could have planned it all
Precognition in my ears
Accidents never happen
in a perfect world
Complications disappear
Accidents never happen
in a perfect world
Accidents never happen
Accidents never happen
in a perfect world
Accidents never happen
Written by J Destri
© Chrysalis Music Ltd
from the album Eat To The Beat
Top
B
Top
Backfired
Your plan,
your plan backfired
Backfired
My man, your plan
backfired in your face
You came into my life
to test me
Your diplomatic drag
depressed me
The glitter in your eyes
undressed me
You were polished slick
Really thick
Wasting time
dropping lines like
"I could get you into movies"
But we wound up at
Hot Jo's for hamburgers to go
Backfired
Your plan backfired
Backfired
My man,
your plan backfired
in your face
To steal my mind was your objective
The way you spoke was too aggressive
The silly jokes were not impressive
Like "A travelling salesman
met a farmer with three daughters", yet
All the quips were so suggestive
Then we ran down
to Hot Jo's for hamburgers to go
Backfired
Your plan backfired
Backfired
My man,
your plan backfired
in your face
Well, come here my little dear,
I've got what it takes
Give me just what I want
and I'll give you a break
Well, don't slip on your lips
cause you're talking so fast
Buying for first, crying for last
Well come on my little lady,
don't shoot me down
I've got strong connections all over town
Just drop to a dead stop (what?)
Backfired
Your plan backfired
Backfired
My man,
your plan backfired
in your face
You were polished slick.
Really thick
Wasting time
dropping lines
Backfired
"A travelling salesman
met a farmer with three daughters",
yet Backfired
Backfired
Your plan backfired
Couldn't work out no
Backfired
My man, your plan
Backfired in your face
It backfired
Backfired
Your plan just backfired
Oh no, it couldn't work out,
backfired
Better get a new
line and try it again
Slick performance
on demand
Backfired
You better back up fast
and head out west
You may still collect
Backfired
It backfired
Your plan backfired
Too bad
Backfired
My man,
your plan backfired
Well, come here my little dear,
I've got what it takes
Give me just what I want
and I'll give you a break
Well, don't slip on your lips
cause you're talking so fast
Buying for first, crying for last
Well come on my little lady,
don't shoot me down
I've got strong connections all over town
Just drop to a dead stop
Written by N Rogers & B Edwards
© Chrysalis Music Ltd
Released as a single
and found on the album Koo Koo
C
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!
Written by J Destri © Chrysalis Music
Top
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 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 my 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 cherie,
appelle-moi
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day-ay
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
(fade)
Written by G Moroder and D Harry
Released as a single and found on the
albums The Best Of Blondie,
The Complete Picture and Atomic,
as well as American Gigolo
(Original Soundtrack)
D
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
Written by D Harry and C Stein
© Chrysalis Music Ltd
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 Dreaming
Dreaming is free Dreaming
Dreaming is free
Written by C Stein & D Harry
© Chrysalis Music Ltd Released
as a single and found on the
albums Eat To the Beat,
The Best Of Blondie,
The Complete Picture and Atomic
Top
E
Top
You gotta jump up,
a-to the beat Stand up,
wo-on your feet Toes are
tippi tippi tippi tapping
And you do it even when you're yapping
Hey, you got a sweet tooth
and I remember
Stand up on your feet
Toes are tippi tippi tippi tapping
Hey, you got a sweet tooth
and I remember
Sitting in the kitchen
eating peanut butter
Eat To The Beat
Yeah, you gotta,
got you got the beat Ah,
sweeter sweeter you beat your meat
I know you do it. I
know you do it I seen you,
seen you, seen you,
seen you chewing Hey,
you got a sweet tooth and
I remember A sweeter treat, uh,
you beat your meat
I know you do it,
I know you do it Oh,
you got a sweet tooth
and I remember
Standing on the corner
with a piece of pizza
Eat To The Beat
Condition red!
You gotta jump up,
a-to the beat Stand up,
wo-on your feet Toes are
tippi tippi tippi tapping
And you do it even when you're yapping
Oh you got a sweet tooth
and I remember I seen you,
seen you, you beat your meat
I know you do it,
I know you do it
Hey, you got a tummy ache
and I remember
Sitting in the bathroom
drinking Alka Seltzer
Eat To The Beat
Eat To The Beat
Eat To The Beat
Written by D Harry
and N Harrison © Chrysalis
Music Ltd
F
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page
I sold my one vision
for a piece of the cake
I haven't ate in days
For unspoken value,
aesthetic and charm
I'd smile at you sideways
But the lighting is wrong,
I'm taking a picture
and counting the cost
While the bells in my ears keep ringing
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted of the page
I nearly fell,
I feel like a lowlife in hell
And I haven't slept in days and days,
days and days
Beat on my Fender
through my Gemini 2
Play to the posters
on the wall of my room
Thought I was crazy
when I'd think about you
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
In my ear bells are ringing
Written by J Destri - © Chrysalis Music
Ltd from the album Plastic Letters
Faces Cracked for reason
beyond recognition Uh-huh
His space is At the Palace,
he sleeps for twenty five cents Uh-huh
Now he's wiping headlights
Windshields with an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty,
he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by
Money's Not the answer
for princes and dancers Uh-huh
He's standing under street lights
He's thinking of his old life
He lost his pretty young wife
The corner is his big plan
His brunch with Jim and jitters
Boston blue laws ain't for shitters
And newsprint is for cheaters
Cement mattress for believers
A dirty old bum He's a dirty old bum
He can't say "Yes"
He can't forget it A dirty old bum
Now he's shooting power curves
His buddies think he's got some nerve
Mrs Face had other lovers
Her arms smothered other numbers
He freezes Christmas season,
all saints protect him Uh-huh
His face is Cracked for reason
beyond recognition
Ah
Written by D Harry
© Chrysalis Records Inc
from the album
Autoamerican
Top
G
Top
She knew it
about Route Three Oh,
she blew it,
you know she could've told me
He can't say no,
he can't ask why Go through it,
highway bride
He delivers,
he's a roadsider
He gets no road from a back seat driver
Away we go, yes or no?
I love you honey, gimme a beer
But just like Jerry Lee,
she's tuning in on me
And I've got no defence,
but it makes no difference
'Cause just like Jerry Lee,
she's tuning in on me She does it easy,
like a CB
He's hard to hold on the rolling road
He knows his rig's hot,
get through that roadblock
Ten miles to go, oh,
radio She knew it,
now so does he Ah,
I love you honey,
gimme a beer Ooh,
go through it,
come sit right here
Written by D Harry and C Stein
© Chrysalis
H
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 h
ere'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
Written by D Harry and C Stein
© Chrysalis Music Ltd from the album
Eat To The Beat
Top
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's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It 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 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
It seemed like the real thing
but I was so blind
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 a 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
Written by C Stein and D Harry
© EMI Music Publishing Ltd (MCPS)
Released as a single
and found on the albums
Parallel Lines,
The Best Of Blondie,
The Complete Picture,
Blonde And Beyond and Atomic
I
Top
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, in love even when we're apart
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, in love even when we're apart
I wondered the difference of how it could last
I heard the celebration of champagne in glass
No wonder, it's no wonder why I'm
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, in love with the form of the art
We love through the fighting of everyday life
Of glass that gets broken and cuts like a knife
I wonder and I wonder why I'm
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, then on with the delicate march
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
Heart of fire, house of fire
In love with love, in love with a passionate heart
In love with love, on fire with a passionate heart
Ablaze with reflection, our hot house is set
Blazing with a flaming with a fire, it's so passionately racing
With a chaser, it's so hard to keep my wits about me
Yeah yeah yeah
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire
Heart of fire, house of fire (of fire)
In love with a passionate heart (yeah yeah yeah)
Ad lib 'til fade
Written by D Harry and C Stein
© Chrysalis Records Inc
from the album Once More Into The Bleach
J
Top
The order came directly from the CIA
To start the following investigation
Find out what's the hidden power
lying in the grooves
That drives em crazy
all across the nation
They found the jam was moving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
It makes the people keep grooving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
The agent, who assigned Jim to investigate
When he came home he found to his amazement
He saw his own children live on Colt 45
And they were rocking popping in the basement
They found the jam was moving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
It makes the people keep grooving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
They found the jam was moving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
It makes the people keep grooving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
When the order came from the CIA
You better look out, and find out what's the hidden power lying in the grooves
They're going crazy crazy crazy crazy all across the nation
Agent said, "Found the jam was moving
Go ahead now, go ahead now
It makes the people keep grooving
Go ahead now"
The jam was moving
The people keep grooving
Written by N Rodgers and B Edwards
© Chrysalis Records Inc
from the album Once More
Into The Bleach
K
Top
L
She loves you right now,
so don't close your eyes
She'll be talking and laughing
with six other guys
Flirtatious and cute,
she'll take you the route
Telling Little Girl Lies
He loves her so much,
he don't wanna lose her
And there's no other girl
he likes to ball better
But he's busy tonight,
"We'll make it tomorrow"
He's telling his Little Girl Lies
That's how the Little Girl Lies
He's telling his Little Girl Lies
Those Little Girl Lies
gonna catch up to you
And you'll be sorry!
Making excuses
why she can't meet you later
She's not really ill,
someone else got to date her
Mixed up and confused,
it'll catch up to you
Telling Little Girl Lies
They tell the Little Girl Lies
He's telling his
Little Girl Lies
That's how your
Little Girl Lies
She's been telling you
Little Girl Lies
That's how his
Little Girl Lies
She been telling him
Little Girl Lies
Those Little Girl Lies
gonna catch up to you
and you'll be sorry Boo hoo Boo hoo
Written by D Harry - © Jiru Music Ltd
from the album Blondie
Top
You look good in blue
It matches your skin,
your eyes dripping with pain
Someone like you
Getting off on the lies
'cause it dulls your surprise again
If it's alright with you
I could give you some
head and shoulders to lie on
You look good in blue
I know what you mean
when you say you've seen the end
Someone like you
Been at it again,
you knew what was up in the end
If it's alright with you
I could give you some
head and shoulders to lie on
Throw your weight on me baby
Don't complain on me baby
Escape in me,
next to me I'm tired,
always tired
and I got not place to sleep
Don't mind dividing down the line
Can't say that I'm complaining
'cause I got no place to play,
yeah Don't mind dividing down the line
You look good in blue
It matches your skin,
your eyes dripping with pain
If it's alright with you
I could give you some
head and shoulders
to lie on
Yes, I could give you some
head and shoulders to lie on
Written by J Destri
© Jiru Music Ltd from the album
M
Top
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
Regina, 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 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 candle lights
Ooh, don't you wanna break her?
Ooh, don't you wanna take her home?
She walks like she don't care
Walkin' on imported air
Ooh, it makes you wanna die
Maria, you've gotta 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
Regina, Ave Maria
A million and one candle lights
Written by J Destri - © Beyond Music
released as a single and found on the the album No Exit
N
Top
Eyes that tell me
"Baby, you don't need no invitation"
Let me smoke another cigarette
before I make a move
I can see me in the morning;
losing my direction
Deep inside my overcoat,
looking for the door
I don't wanna stay with you.
I just wanna play with you
One sweet abbreviation
sleeping like the dead
You think you're pretty,
well, so do I.
You came to me but,
passion eyes
Got no imagination
to clutter up my head
Eyes that mirror innocence
and cannot sense the changes
Lets have another drink, dear,
before we get deranged
I can see me in the morning;
avoiding your detection
Slowly down the staircase,
looking for the door
All is fair in love and war
but I don't want your love no more
One sweet abbreviation
sleeping like the dead
You're fragile
and you're very green,
conditioned by a milk machine
Got no imagination. G
ot no imagination. No
Take a walk, kid
Eyes that tell me "Baby,
you don't need no invitation"
Let me smoke another cigarette
before I make a move
I can see me in the morning;
losing my direction
Deep inside my overcoat,
footsteps for the door
Written by J Destri
© Chrysalis Music Ltd
from the album Plastic Letters
O
Top
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 day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha,
I'm gonna meetcha,
I'll meetcha
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 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 getcha
(Where I can see it all,
find out who ya call)
(repeat until fade)
Written by N Harrison & D Harry
© EMI Music Publishing Ltd
from the albums Parallel Lines,
The Best Of Blondie and Atomic
P
Top
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
Written by D Harry
Q
Top
R
Click to hear Rapture 2001
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!
Written by C Stein and D Harry
© Chrysalis Records Inc
Released as a single and
found on the albums Autoamerican,
The Complete Picture and Atomic
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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 ohohohoh
Written by C Stein © Chrysalis Music Ltd
from the albums Eat To The Beat
and Blonde And Beyond
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Circle high, circle low
Jammers fly, T-birds
You show, you show, whiplash go
You show, you show, T-birds
Mighty bird
T-bird, my mighty bird
On the dot in the slot, tie the knot
On the dot timed kisses
In the slot on the dot, tie the knot
In the slot, no misses
Mighty bird
T-bird, my mighty bird
T-bird, mighty bird
Black sun conqueror
Black sun worshipper
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot
Coil it up plumed serpent
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot
Coil it up, my T-bird
Serpent curl
T-bird, rule the world
T-bird, mighty bird
Black sun born again
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Oh I love my T-bird, T-bird
Written by D Harry and N Harrison
© Chrysalis Records Inc
from the album Autoamerican
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She's an underground girl
in an underground world
She never comes around,
she stays underground
After was a trip, she rides her lip
She's the coolest girl around,
she's the girl from underground
She's the girl that's always right,
she's the one who gets uptight
Ask her how she's been,
she'll give you some skin
Hey everybody now from all over town
Hey everybody's gonna go underground
For everybody wants to be inside
And nobody knows
she's gonna take you for a ride
She's the coolest girl around,
she's the girl from underground
For I don't ant to brag,
but I'm no dag
Ask her where she's from,
she always playing dumb
Well hey now everybody don't fall down
Well hey everybody gotta go underground
Well hey everybody don't want to be inside
Nobody thinks she's gonna take you for a ride
She's the coolest girl around,
she's the girl from underground
You can beat her with a whip,
she just thinks it's hip
You can see her at night,
never in the light
Well hey everybody gonna fall down
Well hey everybody gonna go underground
Well hey everybody wants to be inside
And nobody knows she's gonna take them for a ride
Here we go!
Written by F Infante © Chrysalis Music Ltd
from the album Blonde And Beyond
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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
Written by N Harrison and D Harry - © Chrysalis Music Ltd
Released as a single and found on the albums The Hunter, Denis and Atomic
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Don't look in here, yeah
Sundown finds him out of town
on the overpass
His inner self glued
to his point twenty-two
Dirty metal in the speed of night,
lights and broken glass
My heart can destroy all I see
Moving streets all make me lonely
Come to me and be mine only
I can hide us far from sight,
but you must wait
and I must fight this nothingness
Walls, I see my little room
I hear my parent's friends
I hope that my actions make amends
I would like to kill for love
but I don't know how
Here I lie so high above the crowd
Busy streets all make me lonely
Come to me and be mine only
I can move us through the night,
but you must wait
and I must fight this emptiness
Black top burns with silent screams
Others stop my dreams
Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash!
Fear causes some to live,
others die real cool
I died in the evening after school
Be mine only
Be my own
Be mine only
Be my own
Written by C Stein
© Chrysalis Music Ltd
from the album Plastic Letters
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Created by Theresa Heinz
Revised 08/03/01
