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
Blondie - Eat to the Beat Album Lyrics
Blondie - Eat to the Beat Lyrics
Writer: Chris Stein, Deborah Harry
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Hardest Part
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
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 here'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
Writer: LAWRENCE ZUBIA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Union City Blue
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union Union City man
Arrive, climb up four flights
To the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue
Skyline, passion, Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union, Union City man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union Union City man
Arrive, climb up four flights
To the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union, Union, Union City blue
Skyline, passion, Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union, Union, Union City man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Union, Union, Union City blue
Oh, oh, what are we gonna do?
Writer: DEBORAH HARRY, NIGEL HARRISON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Shayla
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
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
Writer: CHRIS STEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Eat To The Beat
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
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
Writer: DEBORAH HARRY, NIGEL HARRISON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Accidents Never Happen
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
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
Writer: James Destri, Clement Anthony Bozewski
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Die Young Stay Pretty
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
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
Writer: CHRISTOPHER STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Slow Motion
What's all that commotion going on?
The boy in the back on his second attack
Wants his baby back (wants his baby back)
What's all that commotion that you hear?
The girl in the back who was doing the quake
Got a belly-ache, she can't concentrate
Pick up the beat, you can move like you're made out of vapour
"Catch me if you can" is what she said with her hands
Come on and take me back (can you take her back?)
When she gives you the beat and you get the shine
The world slows down and she stops on a dime
Got a number when you close your eyes
Like a real magician
Still she knows she'll never lose a thing
She can put you up on a shelf until she wants to pull the string
Still you know she'll never slip away
Keep time in your head, counting in your head
The boy in the back on his second attack
Wants his baby back (wants his baby back)
What's all that commotion that you hear?
The girl in the back who was doing the quake
Got a belly-ache, she can't concentrate
Pick up the beat, you can move like you're made out of vapour
"Catch me if you can" is what she said with her hands
Come on and take me back (can you take her back?)
When she gives you the beat and you get the shine
The world slows down and she stops on a dime
Got a number when you close your eyes
Like a real magician
Still she knows she'll never lose a thing
She can put you up on a shelf until she wants to pull the string
Still you know she'll never slip away
Keep time in your head, counting in your head
Slow motion, I can play with time
I can keep today but tomorrow's fine
Stop and look at the pictures rolling in your head
Slow motion, you can play with time
You can leave her today but tomorrow's fine
Stop and live in your dreams at night
Rolling in your bed
Slow motion, you can stop on a dime
Slow motion, you ought to try it sometime
Take me back on another track
Take me back, take me back
Slow motion, you can pick up the beat
Slow motion, you can stop on the street
Take me back on another track
Take me back, take me back
Slow motion, you can stop on a dime
Slow motion, you ought to try it sometime
Take me back on another track
Take me back, take me back
Slow motion, you can pick up the beat
Slow motion, you can stop on the street
Take me back on another track
Take me back, take me back
Writer: JIMMY DESTRI, LAURA DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Atomic
uh hu make me tonight
tonight
make it right
uh hu make me tonight
tonight
tonight
oh your hair is beautiful
out tonight
atomic
uh hu make me tonight
tonight
oh
make it magnificent
tonight
whoa
oh your hair is beautiful
out tonight
atomic
your hair is beautiful
your hair is beautiful
oh tonight
your hair is beautiful
tonight
make it magnificent
tonight
make me tonight
your hair is beautiful
oh tonight
atomic
atomic
oh tonight
atomic
atomic
tonight
make it right
uh hu make me tonight
tonight
tonight
oh your hair is beautiful
out tonight
atomic
uh hu make me tonight
tonight
oh
make it magnificent
tonight
whoa
oh your hair is beautiful
out tonight
atomic
your hair is beautiful
your hair is beautiful
oh tonight
your hair is beautiful
tonight
make it magnificent
tonight
make me tonight
your hair is beautiful
oh tonight
atomic
atomic
oh tonight
atomic
atomic
Writer: Deborah Harry, James Destri
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Sound-A-Sleep
Close your eyes and you will see
Microflashing neon lights
Open your eyes and you will see
It still looks like the same thing
Lie and wait for sleep and listen
To your heart beat too fast for sleep
Close your eyes and you will see
The sound-a-sleep
I want to go
I want to grow
I want to go down to go to sleep
Your frame of reference
Is my swimming pool
My mind swimming pool
Still looks like the China Sea
Pool to sea
And finally
The sound-a-sleep
Feel the moist sense in your face
Twist relax remembering
Everything that went down
And will go down
I want to go down
To sleep
Insomnia no sleep disease
Petty's parking feed me please
Lie and wait for sleep and listen
To your heart beat too fast for sleep
Microflashing neon lights
Open your eyes and you will see
It still looks like the same thing
Lie and wait for sleep and listen
To your heart beat too fast for sleep
Close your eyes and you will see
The sound-a-sleep
I want to go
I want to grow
I want to go down to go to sleep
Your frame of reference
Is my swimming pool
My mind swimming pool
Still looks like the China Sea
Pool to sea
And finally
The sound-a-sleep
Feel the moist sense in your face
Twist relax remembering
Everything that went down
And will go down
I want to go down
To sleep
Insomnia no sleep disease
Petty's parking feed me please
Lie and wait for sleep and listen
To your heart beat too fast for sleep
Writer: CHRIS STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC DIGITAL ONLY
Copyright: Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC DIGITAL ONLY
Victor
Oh, I don't want you to go
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
No, I don't want you to go
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
Dear Annett
Soon I'll be with you before they know
Before the show
I'm not a whore, I dance no more
I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia
I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry to
But burn this letter, burn my picture
They won't know I've crossed the border
Love, Victor
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
No, I don't want you to go
Oh, please don't leave me alone
Oh
Dear Annett
Soon I'll be with you before they know
Before the show
I'm not a whore, I dance no more
I'll be with you across the border, dearest Anastasia
I'm leaving soon. I'm sorry to
But burn this letter, burn my picture
They won't know I've crossed the border
Love, Victor
Oh, I don't want you to go
Oh, don't leave me alone
Oh
Writer: DEBORAH HARRY, FRANK INFANTE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Living In The Real World
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, UH
ONE TWO A-ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!)
Every day you've go to wake up
Disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can't keep track until your heart attack
ONE TWO A-ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!)
Every day you've go to wake up
Disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can't keep track until your heart attack
Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my submarine
Hey now, Cindy, you can't get to me
Need an elevator? Hey, I'll see you later
Cause I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, yeah
I can be whatever I want to
I talk to me, I even agree
Every day's a holiday
You can look through the glass and take a photograph
You will never ever walk on the moon, leave your body and float through the room
You could never conquer me
Cause I'm not here and you're not there, yeah
And I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, yeah
Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?
Didn't I ever tell you I was gone? Bye bye
I can do anything at all
I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall
Pull the plug on your digital clock
And it all goes dark and the bodies stop
Hey, I'm living in a magazine, page to page in my teenage dream
Hey, now, Mary, you can't follow me
Without a satellite - I'm on a power flight
Cause I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Eat to the Beat is the fourth studio album by American rock band Blondie, released on September 28, 1979, by Chrysalis Records. The album was certified Platinum in the United States, where it spent a year on the Billboard 200.
Peaking at No. 17, it was one of Billboard's top 10 albums of 1980. It also reached No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart in October 1979 and has been certified Platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI) and the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Performed By:
BlondiePeaking at No. 17, it was one of Billboard's top 10 albums of 1980. It also reached No. 1 on the UK Albums Chart in October 1979 and has been certified Platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI) and the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Genre(s): New wave, pop rock
Producer(s): Mike Chapman
Length: 43:50
Released: September 28th, 1979
Year: 1979