Blondie

Finally, after four months of hard work I've managed to finish my new set of lyrics. So happy to be publishing them at last! I'm planning on updating this with a further explanation of the meaning behind "Blondie", but for now here they are. Views, links, comments and likes are all immensely appreciated, they make everything I write worthwhile.

These lyrics are about the intense exposure and brutality of an artist in pop-stardom limelight.

Blondie

Famous and dumb, at a promising age, 

Money to blow, on shoes and cocaine, 

Fishnets and wine, too drunk to drive, 

Champagne’s divine, to vomit outside 

Glitter and lights, blind her to death, 

Rayban’s to hide, a picture of health, 

Perfectly poised, high fashion in Vogue, 

Glint in her eye, the cameras don’t show 

It’s not impossible in pop to be sincere, 

She’ll sell you her soul for the price of your ear… 

[Chorus] 

“Worship the art, not the celebrity game, 

Give me your love; I don’t want your name, 

Spit on the critics, smash cameras and cry, 

It’s the beauty of fame, and j’adore the lie!” 

Peroxide blonde, with lipstick kisses, 

Signs autographs, and then dismisses, 

Drive-by smiles, in flash limousines, 

Whisky on ice; The American dream 

Lights her cigarette, with a fifty bill, 

Pens a new hit, after a bottle of pills, 

Upon mixing desks, she bleeds herself, 

For another knot, on the Grammy shelf 

She’ll eat your heart to prove you wrong, 

Yet cursed by the blind who see just number one… 

[Chorus] 

“Worship the art, not the celebrity game, 

Give me your love; I don’t want your name, 

Spit on the critics, smash cameras and cry, 

It’s the beauty of fame, and j’adore the lie!” 

Baby, take a chance on me, I’ll break the mould and set you free, 

Honey, you’re a solider too, we’re monsters born to be renewed, 

Sweetie, don’t be scared of life, take bravery from my sacrifice, 

So forget the money, fuck the charts, lend me your ear, 

And I’ll play you my heart

[Chorus] 

“Worship the art, not the celebrity game, 

Give me your love; I don’t want your name, 

Spit on the critics, smash cameras and cry, 

It’s the beauty of fame, and j’adore the lie!”