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I love rediscovering songs from the 80s. "Rapture" was a favorite of mine because it invokes men dancing together, a rare thing (though not unknown) in songs from the 80s.
Blondie's "Rapture" remastered on YouTube
And somebody posted all the lyrics!
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 spinnin’.”
I said, "My, my! Flash is fast. Flash is cool.”
François c'est pas. Flashé no do.
And don't stop, sure shot. Go out to the parkin’ 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 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, 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.
There’s 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 hip-hop, and 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!
And someone else added the disco verse!
Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in rapture
Blondie's "Rapture" remastered on YouTube
And somebody posted all the lyrics!
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 spinnin’.”
I said, "My, my! Flash is fast. Flash is cool.”
François c'est pas. Flashé no do.
And don't stop, sure shot. Go out to the parkin’ 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 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, 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.
There’s 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 hip-hop, and 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!
And someone else added the disco verse!
Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder
No sign of bad luck in rapture