screaming skin

dear project leader:

continuing with the series of singles that should have been...

this alien was ecstatic when, in 1999, blondie finally rebanded and started releasing records again, after a much-too-long, and much-too-reported-on 17 years out of the studio and off the road. of course, since then, they've been touring pretty much every year. not complaining.

the first track on the comeback album, no exit, was the best track of the whole collection, "maria" notwithstanding. ska-influenced arrangement on lyrics that maintain a metaphor very well. i really thought that this would have been one of those "songs of the summer", had it ever been released as a single. but it wasn't.

still, stands well on its own.



screaming skin, blondie




Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been,
I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin.

My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.

Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin.
I can't ignore the scent of it - the scent of my screaming skin.

My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.

La la la la la la la.
La.
La la la la la la la.

I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!

Allowing for my strength to muster.
My losses begin to win.
Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin.

My skin cries.
My spirits fly.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.

Oooh.

Yeah!
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
And don't call me germ!

Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun.
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one.

My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.

La la la la la la la.
La la la la.
La la la la la la la la.

I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion, ah ha!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!

My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.

My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.

My spirit flies.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.

My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.