About The Song

Blondie’s “Rapture,” released in 1980, is a groundbreaking and eclectic song that melds elements of new wave, rap, and funk, showcasing the band’s innovative approach to music. Written by Debbie Harry and Chris Stein, the song’s infectious groove, catchy hooks, and Debbie Harry’s distinctive vocals make it a standout track in Blondie’s discography.

With its funky bassline and pulsating rhythm, “Rapture” exudes a sense of energy and excitement. Harry’s rap verses, delivered with her trademark coolness and charisma, add a unique and unexpected dimension to the song, making it a trailblazer in the fusion of rock and rap genres.

Upon its release, “Rapture” became a major hit, topping the charts in numerous countries and earning widespread acclaim for its innovative sound and Blondie’s daring experimentation. Its success helped to solidify Blondie’s status as one of the most influential bands of the new wave era, and the song remains a beloved classic among fans of alternative and pop music.

As we revisit “Rapture,” we celebrate Blondie’s enduring legacy and the lasting impact of this iconic song. Its genre-defying sound and infectious energy continue to captivate audiences, reminding us of the band’s pioneering spirit and Debbie Harry’s status as a true rock icon.



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
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, Flash ain’t no dude
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 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
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
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
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 you 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

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