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REQ. LYRICS "RAPTURE" BLONDIE

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MasterFo...@worldnet.att.net

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NEED THE LYRICS FOR "RAPTURE" WRITTEN BY DEBORAH HARRY/CHRIS STEIN
PERFORMED BY "BLONDIE"

MasterFo...@worldnet.att.net

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Ulrich Bessler

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MasterFo...@worldnet.att.net wrote:
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> NEED THE LYRICS FOR "RAPTURE" WRITTEN BY DEBORAH HARRY/CHRIS STEIN
> PERFORMED BY "BLONDIE"

Here you are, but why do you shout like that? :-)


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Rapture
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by Blondie

(Cris Stein / Deborah Harry)

(c) 1980 by Rare Blue Music / Monster Island Music,
Los Angeles, USA


Toe to toe - dancing very close
Body breathing - almost comatose.
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture.

Back to back - sacralilial
Spineless movement, and a wild attack.
Face to face - sightless solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture.

Fab five Fred oy told me everybody's fly,
DJ spinnin', I said my my -
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francoir ce pa flashe no deau.
And don'stop sure shot go
Out to the parking lot,
And get in your car and drive real far,
And drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes the man from Mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from Mars,
You go out at night - eating cars.
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too,
Mercuries and Subaru and you don't stop,
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet - face to face,
Dance cheek to cheek, one to one, man to man.
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
Cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat them all.

Rapture - take a tour through a sewer,
Don't strain your brain, paint a train.
You'll be singing in the rain,
Say don't stop, do punk rock.

And now you see what you wanna be -
Just have your party on TV,
Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on and now he's gone
Back up to space,
Where he won't have to hustle with the human race,
And you hip hop and you don't stop
Just blast off a sure shot,
Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars,
And now he only eats guitars - get down.

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Regards

Ulrich

Ulrich Bessler

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Emanuele Nardini

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Blondie
Non Album Tracks

Rapture

Rapture
by Blondie

Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized


And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude


And it's finger popping

Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
DJ spinning I said "My My"
Flash is fast flash is cool
Francois c'est pas flashe non due
And you don't stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground


And out comes the man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night eating cars
You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eating bars
Yeah wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train


You'll be singing in the rain

Said don't stop to the punk rock
back to back, body muscular spinless movement, bite the jugular one to
one (?)technology
And a (?) ardour, no sign of saviour in Rapture
Well now you see what you wanna be


Just have your party on TV

'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle with the
human race
And you hip hop
And you don't stop
Just blast off sure shot
Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars


And now he only eats guitars

Get up!Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized


And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude


And it's finger popping

Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly
DJ spinning I said "My My"
Flash is fast flash is cool
Francois c'est pas flashe non due
And you don't stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground


And out comes the man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night eating cars
You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He's eating bars
Yeah wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain
Paint a train


You'll be singing in the rain

Said don't stop to the punk rock
back to back, body muscular spinless movement, bite the jugular one to
one (?)technology
And a (?) ardour, no sign of saviour in Rapture
Well now you see what you wanna be


Just have your party on TV

'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle with the
human race
And you hip hop
And you don't stop
Just blast off sure shot
Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars


And now he only eats guitars

Get up!

Enjoy yourself!!!

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