Rapture (Live from Havana, 2019)

Track byBlondie

  • 2021.07.16
  • 9:53


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's spinning, I said "My, my." Flash is fast, flash is cool Franois, c'est pas flash 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, do the punk rock Well, now you see what you want to 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 Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars And eating bars And now he only eats guitars Get up