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Blondie
Blondie


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Откуда New York City, New York, US
Жанры Disco
Power pop
Punk Rock
Post-punk
Pop Rock
New Wave
Годы 1975—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Sanctuary Records
EMI Group
Chrysalis Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Deborah Harry
Chris Stein
Clem Burke
Leigh Foxx
Matt Katz-Bohen
Tommy Kessler
Jimmy Destri
Бывшие участники
Nigel Harrison
Frank Infante
Gary Valentine
Fred Smith
Billy O'Connor
Eddie Martinez
Ivan Kral
Kevin Patrick aka Kevin Topping
Paul Carbonara



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The Hunter (1982)
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Ah ah 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 oo 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 the 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

The Orchid Club
Orchidia
Orchid Club
Orchidia
Where are ya? Where are ya?
Oh Orchidia
Where are you, Oh Orchidia?
Orchid Club
Orchid Club

. . .


In Babylon
On the boulevard of broken dreams
My will power at the lowest ebb
Oh what can I do?
Oh buccaneer
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here?
Save my soul from sin?

You wanna get away you've had it man
Nothing's going right
So come sit on the sands of the island
Island of Lost Souls

No luxuries, no no amenities
Too dull, your senses
Oh oh only primitive
"Hey hey really get away," is what he said

Where did he go?
I'm tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He's not with me
Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run, run away from me?

The sky is blue the sea is warm and clear
And golden sands are calling out to you inviting
Make a new man outa you

You can come for a while come with a friend
Forget about work start all over again
Let the real you through, here's what we do

Where did he go?
I'm tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He's not with me
Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run, run away from me?

No luxuries, no no amenities
Too dull, your senses
Oh oh only primitive
Hey hey really get away
Island of Lost Souls

Ayya ayya ayya Island of Lost Souls

. . .


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

Laser light shot tonight
Target nullified
Gyro subdivide

Latitude longitude
Satellite
Solid substitute

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

Rapid scan radians
For the chance
To win the Grande

Maneuvers preprogramme
Windage
Won't operate

Negative bearing swell

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

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

Dragonfly rations glide
In free fall slide
System nullify

Satellite dragonfly
Surface launch
Radio silence

Hover high level off

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

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

Dragonfly Dragonfly
Beacons aim
Space game

Satellite computerized
Mighty flight
Hypersonic glide

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

Win the race calibrate
Re-entry place
Multi fail safe

. . .


Don't look over my shoulder
I'm trying to read
Remember those 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 alseep

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 how you've been looking
For your counterpart

We're chasing an echo
In sonic 3-D
If I laugh without joking
Make believe

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

Too long and too lonely
For your eyes only
Totally
You personally

I like what you're showing
For your eyes only
Secretly
For your eyes only

. . .


We want fun we wanna run
We want fun we gotta run
We want fun get out among the hottest clubs and 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 Years 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 need 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's been reprinted,
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, I am the Beast

She wants fun
He wants her love

I get satisfaction - I pick up my feet.
I'm the centre 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

. . .


I need city lights
Defence and weaponry
No way of knowing
My life expectancy
I learn resistance
Like I learn to see
A living witness
A lonely refugee I'm a war child
I'm a war baby
And that's the difference
Between you and me
I'm a war child

My occupation
Is being occupied
I stop at the corner
To be identified

Across the border
They pretend victory
I'm playing in the rubble
And dream a destiny

I'm a war child
I'm a war baby
And that's the difference
Between you and me
I'm a war child

You weren't discovered by Khmer Rouge
We hear of "the troubles" on the nightly news
PLO lovers courting after the curfew
Your father and brother have the West Bank blues

. . .


My name is Little Caesar
Friends call me LC
My Daddy's named the same
And passed it on to me
I'm the kinda guy who by and by
Who wants to be your friend
I'll make you a happy ending
I loop the loo
I do it good
I've been called alotta names
Some of them obscene
But you think I'm funny
And wonder about me
I don't worry anymore
Get uptight or fear
Back in the days of funny funny
They called me queer
They used to call me
They called me rudely

I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kinda fella
A good time gentlemen
Perform my magic for ya
Then I'll make my plan
When I'm gone you'll feel so low
Obsession outta hand
You'll find I'll linger in your mind
You can't forgive me
You won't forget me
You can't live without me
Can't live without me
You'll find there's not enough
And that you love too much
Can't live with me

You can't live with me
Can't live without me
Just call me Caesar

You can't forgive me
You won't forget me
I'm Little Caesar yeah

. . .


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.)

. . .


Look up the right words
The ones for today
And use them correctly
And mean what I say
Answer the questions
Crossword confession
Interrogation
I'm down, can we meet
Is it true, do you cheat?
How far can I go?
How much do you know?
What's the definition?
How much did she mention?
How much does she know?
Can I find the right words to say?
The right words are so hard to say

It's a challenger puzzle
From the magazine section
Across with the questions
Do the ethics of reference
One hundred twenty brain teasers to torment you
One hundred thoughts
I can't find the right words to say
My meaning's not quite getting through
The right words are so hard to say
Can I find the right words for you?

Let's not hedge our bets
'Cause the odds are dependent
Please listen instead
Now the whispers are ending
The point's misleading
As points often do
Can I find the right words for you?

. . .


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

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?

. . .


Everyday brings change
And the world puts on a new face
Certain things rearrange
And this whole world seems like a new face
Secretly I've been tailing you
Like a fox that preys on a rabbit
I had to get you and so I know
I had to learn your ways and habits

Oooooooooooyou were the catch that I was after
I looked up and I was in your arms
And I know 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

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

Ooooooooooomy 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

. . .


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