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Blondie - Plastic Letters Album Lyrics



Blondie - Plastic Letters Lyrics






Fan Mail

I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake
I haven't ate in days
For unspoken value, aesthetic and charm
I'd smile at you sideways
But the lighting is wrong, I'm taking a picture and counting the cost
While the bells in my ears keep ringing

I set my hand to writing you
It drifted of the page
I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell
And I haven't slept in days and days, days and days

Beat on my Fender through my Gemini 2
Play to the posters on the wall of my room
Thought I was crazy when I'd think about you
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
In my ear bells are ringing

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Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Denis

Oh Denis doo be do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo be do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo be do
I'm in love with you

Denis Denis, oh with your eyes so blue
Denis Denis, I've got a crush on you
Denis Denis, I'm so in love with you

Oh when we walk it always feels so nice
And when we talk it seems like paradise
Denis Denis I'm so in love with you

You're my king and I'm in heaven every time I look at you
When you smile it's like a dream
And I'm so lucky 'cause I found a boy like you

Denis Denis, avec tes yeux si bleux
Denis Denis, moi j'ai flashe a nous deux
Denis Denis, un grand baiser d'eternite

Denis Denis, je suis si folle de toi
Denis Denis, oh embrasse-moi ce soir
Denis Denis, un grand baiser d'eternite

Oh Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you

Oh Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you, Denis doo-be-do
I'm in love with you
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Writer: NEIL LEVENSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Bermuda Triangle Blues (Flight 45)

Flight 45, last seen alive on the runway
Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun (back next Monday)
And our friends are at the airport
Cousin Bill says, "Enjoy the water sports"
As we fly into the mystery
The film comes on and the Earth recedes
Several hours out - twenty minutes south of Bermuda
The communication's gone - something has to be so wrong
And it must be Jesus calling
The silver ship, the blue sea falling
Death was in that poison wave and in its gulf a fitting grave

The coast guard said they might be found
They know just where the plane went down
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Writer: CHRIS STEIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Youth Nabbed As Sniper

Don't look in here, yeah
Sundown finds him out of town on the overpass
His inner self glued to his point twenty-two
Dirty metal in the speed of night, lights and broken glass
My heart can destroy all I see
Moving streets all make me lonely
Come to me and be mine only
I can hide us far from sight, but you must wait and I must fight this nothingness
Walls, I see my little room
I hear my parent's friends
I hope that my actions make amends
I would like to kill for love but I don't know how
Here I lie so high above the crowd
Busy streets all make me lonely
Come to me and be mine only

I can move us through the night, but you must wait and I must fight this emptiness
Black top burns with silent screams
Others stop my dreams
Lightning Crash! Crash! Crash!
Fear causes some to live, others die real cool
I died in the evening after school
Be mine only
Be my own
Be mine only
Be my own

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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Contact In Red Square

1 2 3 4
Although I'm young I got a job to do
Hid the microfilm in the lining of my shoe
Call it a business trip
Got to hide inside my trench coat and be clever
I got my papers and a cyanide pill
My Polaroid's a taser in disguise
There's a base in the hills
And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November

Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun
Your love reads like the broken code you sent me
One last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the KGB detect me

Can't trust a soul, secret messenger
Just the rules that lie like circuits in your brain
And a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange

I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead!
No one left to worry
Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry
Our last contact in red square, unless I have to run
And the long arms of the CIA detect me

Hey! Hey! Hey!

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Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




(Im Always Touched By Your) Presence Dear

Was it destiny
I don't know yet
Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear
Now I'm always touched by your presence dear
When we play at cards you use an extra sense (it's really not cheating)
You can read my hand, I've got no defence
When you sent your messages whispered loud and clear
I am always touched by your presence dear
Floating past the evidence of possibilities
We could navigate together, psychic frequencies
Coming into contact with outer entities
We could entertain each one with our theosophies

Stay awake at night and count your R.E.M.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still in touch with your presence dear, dear, dear, dear, dear

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Writer: GARY VALENTINE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC




I'm On E

I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E
Got nuts' to say
I used to have a car of my own
I'm on E
I'm on E
I'm on E for easy
Laid out for maybe a week
I've walked my feet to the bone
I'd give my life for a car of my own
I'm on E
I'm on E
Two weeks ago Saturday I was on TV
I'd like a show of my own
But you see I'm still on E
Even though everything is happening to me
So when your driving' on home, don't regret your loan
I'm on E
I'm on E
I gave my car to a guy named Vinnie
I feel like gassin' my feet
They've totaled your bill and you skipped a beat
I used to have a car of my own
Twenty eight or fifty eight
Walking to refrigerator
To the pump do the bump
Still on E I'll think of something
I'm on E and I'm on E
I'll never have to stop my feet
Twenty eight or fifty eight
Walking to refrigerator
To the pump do the bump
Still on E I'll think of something
I'm on E and I'm on E
I'll never have to fill my feet up
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Writer: CHRIS STEIN, DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




I Didnt Have The Nerve To Say No

You got ants in your pants, I don't understand, I don't trust the flick of your eyes
You're a viper and love's a fever
You said something profane and went for a vein but in spite of your delicate touch
I should have known as much. I'm a bleeder
I didn't have the nerve to say no
I didn't have the nerve to say no

You caught me surprised and my will resigned. Torture the minds of them all
You're a brain drain, you'd better beat it
I'm following lines, the blind leads the blind, so hang me or grant me a stay
You better cut me loose or hand me a noose

I didn't have the nerve to say no
I didn't have the nerve to say no

There's no end to the problem
Of a bad situation. Complication
No, no, no, no, ah
There's no end to the problem
And frustration. I need a vacation
No, no, no, no, ah
And I know I couldn't
And I know that I couldn't say no

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Writer: DEBORAH HARRY, JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Love At The Pier

We fell in love down at the pier
You were sunbathing, I was around
Soon we were sharing a beer
We fell in love at the pier
I'm no sentimental slob so don't think I'm queer
You got something baby and it ain't just my beer
Well, maybe it's the hot pants, maybe the heat
Or was it the sneakers you kicked of your feet?

I sat under my umbrella to keep my pearly skin
You tanned your oily body looking like sin
Well, soon I was sweating and I wanted to leave
You slipped into the water from too much grease

Well, I saw you yelling. I just couldn't hear
So I screamed back at you "Honey keep the beer!"
We never consummated our outside love affair
Too much tar and water, too much hot air

Oh, what a tragic end to love that was lost
We would have stood a chance if we met in the frost, but
We fell in love down at pier
You were sunbathing, I was around
Now I go to beaches with my girlfriend
No more love splinters in my rear end

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Writer: DEBORAH HARRY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




No Imagination

Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation"
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
I can see me in the morning; losing my direction
Deep inside my overcoat, looking for the door
I don't wanna stay with you. I just wanna play with you
One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
You think you're pretty, well, so do I. You came to me but, passion eyes
Got no imagination to clutter up my head

Eyes that mirror innocence and cannot sense the changes
Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged
I can see me in the morning; avoiding your detection
Slowly down the staircase, looking for the door

All is fair in love and war but I don't want your love no more
One sweet abbreviation sleeping like the dead
You're fragile and you're very green, conditioned by a milk machine
Got no imagination. Got no imagination. No

Take a walk, kid

Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation"
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
I can see me in the morning; losing my direction
Deep inside my overcoat, footsteps for the door

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Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Kidnapper

Hey, you've got an unnerving face
And twitching eyes like Norman Bates
You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror
Farm boy brown gas station sweeper
You took that girl, you put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple
And she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh
Hey, your Daddy's Whiskey Sam
He's got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland
Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets
You wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches
She bitches like a brat, she got the money
People breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny
Where's your old man now? Nobody's home, uh-huh

Kidnapper

Hey, they call you Skinny Jim
And nobody knows the boat you're in
They dipped your tail when you were back in school
Well, you're a real strange cake but your nobody's fool
So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she's fresh out of diapers
And she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh
She don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh
I said "She don't know you're the kidnapper," uh-huh

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Writer: JIMMY DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC




Detroit 442

You know he can't be tested, he can't be read or found
Urban grey takes breath away, he wants to push his pedal to the ground
And the night's what's right, puts him at the wheel
Well, I eat danger, any stranger is all right
Feel hot to go like Jimmy O, dodging flying objects at the show
And the lights make me fight
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you

This town's a concrete factory and Dad and Mum look just like me
I'm on the plant assembly line. Too late now. Too far behind
You said you wanna hang around, no-one really cares where you go
Take your time. Things never change

In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you
In Detroit 442, maybe, baby, I could ride with you

One more to market, one more piggie, and they all, they all look just like me, yeah

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Writer: CHRISTOPHER STEIN, JAMES MOLLICA DESTRI
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC




Cautious Lip

(All the way down do it
Another way down
Why, yeah. What do you know, huh?)
I seen you skip
That cautious lip
Now tell me this
Through that cautious lip
You can be bit
As I make you it
I seen you skip
That cautious lip
A chance you'll fit
That cautious lip
It's just these things
Not really gifts
It's just these things
Not really gifts
I seen you skip
That cautious lip

I seen you skip
That cautious lip
But never miss
My bouncing hips
A girl so sweet
A love so strong
I seen you skip
I see you tip
You can be bit
As I make you it
I seen you skip
That cautious lip
Ah, I seen you skip
That cautious lip
Ah, cautious lip
Cautious lip
You can be bit
I'll make you it
I seen you skip
Cautious lip
Change your fit
Skip of the lip
Oh, oh, not really get
Skip lip

What's going on?
No way

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Writer: CHRIS STEIN, RONNIE TOAST
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




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Plastic Letters is the second studio album by American rock band Blondie, released in February 1978 by Chrysalis Records. An earlier version with a rearranged track listing was released in Japan in late December 1977.

This is the second and final Blondie album to be produced by Richard Gottehrer. "Denis", a cover of Randy & the Rainbows' 1963 song "Denise", was successful across Europe, reaching No. 2 in March 1978 in the United Kingdom, and also reached No. 19 in Australia. "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear" was the second single from the album, reaching No. 10 in the UK in May 1978. The song was written by the band's second bassist, Gary Valentine, shortly before he left for a solo career prior to the recording of Plastic Letters; his departure necessitated Chris Stein playing bass on the album, as well as guitar. During recording Blondie was still signed to their old label, Private Stock Records. The album peaked at No. 10 in the UK and has been certified Platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI). The pink dress Debbie Harry wears in the cover art was designed by Anya Phillips.

Plastic Letters has been remastered digitally and reissued twice: the first time by Chrysalis Records in 1994 with two bonus tracks, and the second in 2001 by EMI-Capitol with four bonus tracks. The latter issue features the earliest demo of the band's future hit "Heart of Glass", then known as "The Disco Song".
Performed By: Blondie
Genre(s): New wave, pop rock, punk rock
Length: 34:46
Released: February 1st, 1978
Year: 1978

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