Nice hat, Blondie (www.vogue.com)

“Looking Back at Blondie’s Iconic Grunge-Glamour Style

‘The iconic American rock band will be playing at Coachella this month.”

Beta Shriner..? From what I recall, Shriners are the even more insane Masonic “clowns” and this seems to suggest Blondie serviced them. 

Also, fyi, Vogue photos seem to me to be backroom advertising trafficked individuals from around the globe.

Rapture by Blondie lyrics

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
Sadly solitude
And it’s finger popping
24 hours shopping in rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s fly
DJ’s spinnin’ are savin’ my mind
Flash is fast
Flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashé no do
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 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
Then you’re in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin’ cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
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
I said, “Don’t stop, do 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
Send 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!