Based on the desire for total mobility
And the serious physical pursuit of religious freedom
The auto drove mankind further than the wheel
And in remote areas even today is forbidden as a device too suspect for human conveyance
This articulate conception has only brought us all more of the same
Thoughtlessly locked into phase two gridlock
Keyed up on its rims and abandoned on the expressway
Blondie - Autoamerican Album Lyrics
Blondie - Autoamerican Lyrics
Writer: CHRIS STEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Live It Up
Your old lover's lying in the gutter
He used to be such an all night strutter
"Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter
"Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter"
Ah, ah
It's so hard to say "No"
When the deck is stacked to only go slow
It's easy sweet to live it up
An easy street when you've had enough
Ah, ah
He used to be such an all night strutter
"Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter
"Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter"
Ah, ah
It's so hard to say "No"
When the deck is stacked to only go slow
It's easy sweet to live it up
An easy street when you've had enough
Ah, ah
Darkened night, splashing light
Soft and white and so polite
Let him in, beneath the rim
Beneath the skin, your next of kin
Cleansing fire, funeral pyre
Broken wire grown inside her
Secret hush, swollen rush
It's soft and plush, it's so plush
You know it's so passe
To sleep without you every day
So easy to do your stuff
So easy to live it up
Ah, ah
Writer: CHRIS STEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Heres Looking At You
As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the glass.
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just want to jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
Oh, alright
Hit it boys
Is that really your reflection in there?
I just want to jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
Oh, alright
Hit it boys
My initials sprayed across a pavement
Cut into your private interview
Talk to me now, step into my room
We'll have a word or two
If I ever had a million dollars
And if I didn't give it all to you
Would you lose interest?
Show me indifference?
Foot in another shoe?
Not very high heels
Not wearing sneakers too
A magazine ad, a printed canvas
A basic new shade blue suede shoe
Thought I'd like to have a little party
Thought I'd like to have a little do
Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment
Honey, here's looking at you
I'll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
Clean out the closet, be existential
And cast a vote for the president too
But for the action of the moment
Nothing does what it ought to do
Instant depression, I learned my lesson
Nothing that I'd rather do
Come on over my place
Can't see him sideways
Honey, here's looking at you
Oh
Writer: CHRIS STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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
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 and ad lib until fade]
Writer: JOHN KENNETH HOLT, TYRONE EVANS
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Angels On The Balcony
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
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
Writer: JIMMY DESTRI, LAURA DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Go Through It
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
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
Writer: CHRIS STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Do The Dark
There you are, giving candy
Making confidence with an easy eye
Easy words, oh, what a dancer
Dance you right into the corner in the fire
Do the dark apostle
Do the sidewalk hustle
Do the invisible dance
In the fire, fire, fire, fire
Making confidence with an easy eye
Easy words, oh, what a dancer
Dance you right into the corner in the fire
Do the dark apostle
Do the sidewalk hustle
Do the invisible dance
In the fire, fire, fire, fire
Walk on glass with the master
There's no question he can't answer with his eyes
What a stage, oh, what a dancer
Looks like a baby with an old man's eyes
When you break the rules and you burn your bridges
And your fingers itch and they're getting wet when you look at her
Do the dark apostle
Do the sidewalk hustle
Do the invisible dance
In the fire, fire, fire, fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Walk on glass, walk on fire
Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Rapture
Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely 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 spinnin' I said, "My my"
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
François c'est pas, Flash ain't no dude
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 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 Subaru
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 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
Said don't stop to 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 where the TV's on
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
Dancing very close
Barely 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 spinnin' I said, "My my"
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
François c'est pas, Flash ain't no dude
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 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 Subaru
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 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
Said don't stop to 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 where the TV's on
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
Writer: Deborah Harry, Christopher Stein
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Faces
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
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
Writer: DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
T-Birds
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
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
Writer: DEBORAH HARRY, NIGEL HARRISON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Walk Like Me
We don't wear that uniform
Paper men from pages torn
Right off the press (it could be Tass)
Suits for the regime
The media's gone and had a baby
Seventh wave, another navy
I live in America
Gridlock on the street
Paper men from pages torn
Right off the press (it could be Tass)
Suits for the regime
The media's gone and had a baby
Seventh wave, another navy
I live in America
Gridlock on the street
Tell that girl you like her badge
Tell that man you're the Nazz
Tell me you're not the last walking in parade
Dressed to test you up the road
Tighter than the lightest clothes
Close the circle, walk in row
Walking in parade
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Carrying the standard stick
And marrying the politic
You won't know tomorrow
What went down today
Look at me; I'm in tune
References around my room
Just another secret school
Another cycle going by
You, you never looked like that
Don't look like me, don't take it back
You never had a name like that
Never had a colour
Walking like a millionaire
Walking on imported air
Change the way you comb your hair
And watch what you walk under
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh
Heh, heh, heh
Heh, why don't you?
Why don't you walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Walk like me?
Heh, heh
Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Follow Me
Far from day, far from night
Out of time, out of sight
In between earth and sea
We shall fly, follow me
Dry the rain, warm the snow
Where the winds never go
Follow me, follow me
Follow me
Out of time, out of sight
In between earth and sea
We shall fly, follow me
Dry the rain, warm the snow
Where the winds never go
Follow me, follow me
Follow me
Follow me to a cave by a sapphire shore
Where we'll walk through an emerald door
And for thousands of breathless "evermore's" my life you will be
Only you, only I
World farewell, world goodbye
To our home 'neath the sea
We shall fly, follow me
Only you, only I
World farewell, world goodbye
To our home 'neath the sea
We shall fly, follow me
Follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me
Writer: ALAN JAY LERNER, FREDERICK LOEWE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Autoamerican is the fifth studio album by American rock band Blondie. It was released in November 1980 and reached No. 3 in the UK charts, No. 7 in the US, and No. 8 in Australia. The album spawned two singles, "The Tide Is High" and "Rapture".
"The Tide Is High" hit number one in several countries, including the US and the UK. "Rapture" became the first rap song ever to reach number one on the singles chart in the US. It also reached number five in the UK and number four in Australia.
Performed By:
Blondie"The Tide Is High" hit number one in several countries, including the US and the UK. "Rapture" became the first rap song ever to reach number one on the singles chart in the US. It also reached number five in the UK and number four in Australia.
Genre(s): Art rock
Producer(s): Mike Chapman
Released: November 26th, 1980
Year: 1980