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Blondie
A little something about Blondie
Blondie was the most visible band of the New York music scene of the late 1970s. As punk waned in the UK, New York bands such as Blondie and the Talking Heads picked up the pieces and fused punk energy, electronic production, and disco funk, creating what would come to be called new wave. From their first hit in 1978 to their break-up not long after the success of Rapture, Blondie dominated the charts, scoring hits with Call Me, The Tide Is High, and Heart of Glass, to name just a few.
The disco side of the band can certainly be heard in Rapture, as can a phenomenon new to the record buying audience - though by no means new to music - rap. Yes, we can all thank Blondie for helping to make rap a commercially viable art form. Perhaps, then, it's fitting that Debbie Harry went on to a lackluster solo career (that Red Hot & Blue video with fellow aging punkster Iggy Pop was truly painful to watch).
Lyrics featured below: "The Tide is High", "Rapture", "Call Me", "Heart of Glass".
The tide is high
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
CHORUS:
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
CHORUS
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
Rapture
Toe to toe
Dancing very slow
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping
Lightly
Hang each night in
Rapture
Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spinless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger
Popping
Twenty-four hour shopping
In Rapture
Fat fine 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 ya don't stop
Sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And ya get in your car
And ya drive real far
And ya drive all night
And then ya see a light
And it comes right down
And lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And ya try to run
But he's got a gun
And he shoots ya 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 ya 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 too 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 ya wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars
Won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And ya hip-hop
And ya 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!