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If You Neeed An Explanation

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: DIED AT THE AGE OF 27 CLUB

I found it very hard to choose a song for today’s theme. There are many songs I could have picked, some or them quite legendary. But as I was trying to make my song choice, I kept on choking up with tears as I read more about the deaths of these artists. I think what I found provoking was the thought of the huge sadness and pain that those musicians were carrying within them for so long. Young, talented, successful – yet within they were in anguish. In most cases, the members of the 27 club became addicted to substance abuse, which of course would have multiplied their challenges.

Last night I was still struggling. I had decided on a song by Amy Winehouse “Valerie”, but the images of her looking emaciated and the reminder of the heartache she seemed to struggle with – I just could not hold back tears thinking of what it must have been like to be in the intense spotlight of the media.

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I woke up this morning and decided that I would feature the Manic Street Preachers, who tragically lost a member of their band Richey Edwards. I think what perhaps was very hard about this loss was that Richey disappeared. He was declared “presumed dead” in 2008. There has been a number of mysterious sightings of Richey and I sometimes wonder if it makes it even more difficult to digest the tragedy around him.

Recognized especially for the huge contribution he made to the lyrical content of the Manic Street Preachers’ repertoire, I feel as if the the tragedy centred around Richey was unfolding in public for a long time. His history of depression and self-harm, insomnia and alcohol dependence were painfully public. At the last performance Richey played at, he violently smashed his guitar, and the rest of the band followed suit.

What happened to Richey disturbed me as a teenager. I never knew him in person, but the empathy I felt was deep, and I think it became a major motivation when I have supported patients and service users who have struggled with some of the same challenges Richey did. His story stayed with me for many years, and even prompted me when writing the fictional story around Annabelle Riley. Richey’s hometown in Wales was called Blackwood. I remembered that when I was in Australia with Goldfinch and found myself in a part of Adelaide called Blackwood. My novel starts in a fictional town called “Blackwood” based in Wisconsin.

During my brief time working in the music industry – I saw things I wish I never had. I saw popular musicians who I had formerly looked up to drinking excessively and using drugs. I knew I did not belong in that world. But the images of what I saw…they are hard to eradicate. When I wrote about Dean Mathers, Annabelle’s ex, I brought a lot of those memories into his character.

I have chosen the Manic Street Preachers’ track “Everything Must Go”, which some say is a message to fans after the loss of Richey. At the end of this post, I have included a video for a song that I believe was the first to be written after Richey’s disappearance. The band were in a very dark place, and the song was pure genius and became perhaps the most popular and iconic of all the tracks the band had released. It was called “Design For Life”. Life is so very very precious.

Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything

Freed from the memory
Escape from our history, history

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

I look to the future it makes me cry
But it seems too real to tell you why

Freed from the century
With nothing but memory, memory

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go

And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go

And if you need an explanation, -nation
Then everything must go

Written by: James Dean Bradfield, Nicholas Allen Jones, and Sean Anthony Moore

If It Tastes like Honey Don’t Swallow It All

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: SWEET / HONEY / SUGAR / CANDY / CHOCOLATE

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When I see a theme like this, my mind immediately thinks of a dozen of amazing sixties songs with a feel-good vibe. But for some reason, after going through my Sounds Of The Sixties playlist, my musical mind did a U-turn and recalled this blast from the more recent past.

I think one or two of you will recognize my song choice today, and some of you will wonder what on earth Caramel is listening to. Well, I have to admit I do not listen to Kula Shaker nowadays, but when I was a lass at school, they were one of the many bands that were shoved under the Britpop umbrella (whether they wanted to be under it or not. I saw them live twice.

This track “Hey Dude” was one of the band’s highest charting hits. I remember the crowd loving the way the band went crazy with their guitars on stage. It was a huge crown pleaser of a track. Wikipedia puts them under the psychedelic rock umbrella, which is one I am not at all familiar with. But I just remember us crazy kids thinking this track was incredibly cool.

All I have is all I need enough for love but not for greed, yeah
I was younger once this guy came to me told me about all the honey out there
He said honey gold jewels money women wine cars that shine
I don't know what he was talking about but I think I had an idea
He said smell the rose, the sweet sweet rose
Catch the sun find where it grows
Smell the rose, the sweet rose that grows from castle walls in heaven
In heaven yeah

Well if it feels like summer you're catching the sun
And I'll catch you the moment you fall
Well if it tastes like honey don't swallow it all
Don't wait for the moment to come - and catch the sun

Hey dude, don't lean on me man
'Cause I'm losing my direction and I can't understand, no no
Hey dude, well I do what I can
But you treat me like a woman when I feel like a man

I was crossing the city one day
Everybody was flashing by me
Like images of tombstones, images of tombstones
On a Friday night I've seen everybody looking for their little bit of honey
To alleviate the pain, to alleviate the pain

Well if it feels like summer don't burn in the sun
Don't wait for the evening fall
Well if it tastes like honey don't swallow it all
Don't wait for the moment to come - catch the sun

Hey dude, don't lean on me man
'Cause I'm losing my direction and I can't understand, no no
Hey dude, well I do what I can
But you treat me like a woman when I feel like a man - and I can't understand

N-no n-no n-no n-no n-no n-no n-no n-no - well I can't understand
When I feel like a man, sing it to me honey!

Ho
Oh yeah

Catch the sun

Hey dude, don't lean on me man
'Cause I'm losing my direction and I can't understand, no no
Hey dude, well I do what I can
But you treat me like a woman when I feel like a man

Hey dude! N-no n-no
Hey dude! N-no n-no
Ooh-ooh yeah

Hey dude, well I do what I can
But you treat me like a woman
When I feel like a man
Oh yeah

Written by: Crispian Mills, Paul Winter-hart, Alonza Bevan and Jay Darlington

That Song You Wouldn’t Sing

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: AUSTRALIAN MUSIC

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My mother’s family are Australian…and of course gorgeous Goldfinch is Australian, so this week’s theme made me smile. I was so tempted to feature Kylie Minogue…and Jason Donavon…but I have taken a slightly different direction.

The lady who introduced this song to me is called…Jo Whiley. Many of you will recognize her as one of the big names of radio. I first heard of Jo Whiley when I was a teenager, and I thought what she did in the music industry sounded amazing. I wanted to do what she did. However, at an early age I was put off by the behaviour I saw in the music industry, and the bass player of a band assumed I was of legal age…when I actually was only fourteen…well, that was the night I decided I did not want to work with scumbags!

Anyway, back to Jo Whiley. I was driving my sister’s car one evening and I turned on the radio, and there was Jo’s dulcet tones recommending the song I have chosen for today. These two twin sisters Lisa and Jessica Origliasso are better known as The Veronicas. The first time I heard this song fell in love with it. It captured my mood at the time. (Those were the dark days when Jack was being super-weird with me and I cold not escape him wherever I went.)

This song is called “You Ruin Me”. I love the video, I love their drama of the music, I love their voices….it is such a great track. Oh, did I mention they are Australian?

Job well done
Standing ovation
Yeah you got what you wanted
I guess you won
And I don't want to hear, they don't know you like I do
Even I could've told you
But now we're done

'Cause you play me like a symphony
Play me till your fingers bleed
I'm your greatest masterpiece
You ruin me
Later when the curtains drawn
And no one's there for you back home
Don't cry to me, you played me wrong
You ruin me

I know you thought
That I wouldn't notice
You were acting so strange
I'm not that dumb
And in the end I hope she was worth it
I don't care if you loved me, you make me numb

'Cause you play me like a symphony
Play me till your fingers bleed
I'm your greatest masterpiece
You ruin me
Later when the curtains drawn
And no one's there for you back home
Don't cry to me, you played me wrong
You ruin me

We're that song you wouldn't sing
Just a broken melody
You're killing me

You play me like a symphony
Play me till your fingers bleed
I'm your greatest masterpiece
You ruin me
Later when the curtains drawn
And no one's there for you back home
Don't cry to me you played me wrong
You ruin me

Written by: Lisa Origliasso, Antonio Francesco Egizii, Jessica Origliasso, David Nicholas Musumeci

A-Whimoweh, A-Whimoweh, A-Whimoweh, A-Whimoweh

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: NOVELTY SONGS

When I first saw the theme novelty songs…my mind descended into utter chaos!!! Somehow, I managed to claw myself out of the confusion caused by visions of Mr Blobby, Timmy Mallett and that yellow polka dot bikini and the sausage roll songs that have won the end of the year Number One spot in the UK charts for three years running!

Then I grappled within two songs, ABBA’s “Waterloo”, and from The Beatles, “Seargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”. But as I debated, I recalled the song that became the theme of 2020, the song that helped us get through the intensely stressful days at work. After an exhausting day of NHS craziness during the height of the Pandemic, as we were going home to collapse…my boss would play us a song to cheer us up….and it was…”The Lion Sleeps Tonight” – surely this qualifies as a novelty song!

And what a song. This actually has massive emotional memories tied to it. I think I have told you before about a friend of fours Katrina. I always think of our goodbye to her husband when I think of this song just before he departed for Africa.

But please…although you may be more famliar with the recording from The Tokens, please do listen to recordings at the end of this post which will give you an idea of how this song has been oh so much more than a novelty for around eighty whopping years!! How many novelty songs do you know that are that old?

(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)

Near the village, the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village, the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight

(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)

Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling, don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight

(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)
(A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh)

Written by: Hugo Peretti, John Flansburgh, Luigi Creatore, John Linnell, George David Weiss

We Used To Talk ‘Til The Morning

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: SOUNDS/TALK/VOICE/WORDS

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I am very pleased Jim gave us this theme, because I have the chance to share the song that I end up driving myself slightly crazy with each year. It is such a great track, and I love that JP Cooper has replaced Earth, Wind & Fire with the official “welcome to autumn” track.

This song is sweet and nostalgic and I actually really really like it. The problem is…I end up singing it for the entire month of September…and by the time October comes around I don’t to hear it again for another eleven months!!!

Many of you will probably know this song already…but if you don’t – please do enjoy this gorgeous feel-good song, reminiscing about a past youthful romance. It is a little bit gorgeous if you ask me.

Our love was strong as a lion
Soft as the cotton you lie in
Times we got hot like an iron
You and I

Our hearts had never been broken
We were so innocent darling
We used to talk 'til the morning
You and I

We had that mixtape on every weekend
Had it repeating, had it repeating

You were my September Song, summer lasted too long
Time moves so slowly, when you're only fifteen
You were my September Song, tell me where have you gone
Do you remember me, we were only fifteen

And I, I remember the chorus
They were singing it for us
You were my September song
Tell me where have you gone
Do you remember me?
We were only fifteen

Sometimes I think that I see your
Face in the strangest of places
Down on the underground station
Passing by

I get a mad sense of danger
Feel like my heart couldn't take it
Cause if we met we'd be strangers
You and I

Still I play that mixtape every weekend
Got it repeating
Got it repeating

You were my September song
Summer lasted too long
Time moves so slowly (so slowly)
When you're only fifteen
You were my September song
Tell me where have you gone?
Do you remember me?
We were only fifteen
And I, I remember the chorus
They were singing it for us
I hear that September song
That I'm singing along
Thinking about you and me
Oh what a melody

And as the years go by
You will still be my, be my
(September song)
You are my
(September song)

You were my September song
Summer lasted too long
Time moves so slowly (remember)
When you're only fifteen
You were my September song
Tell me where have you gone
Do you remember me?
We were only fifteen
And I, I remember the chorus
They were singing it for us
You were my September song
I remember the chorus
They were singing it for us


Written by: Ben Hudson, Jon Hume and JP Cooper

Sitting On A Cornflake

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: BETTER WITH AGE – FAILED OR OVERLOOKED SONGS THAT EVENTUALLY BECAME FAN FAVOURITES

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This week’s theme is interesting. I thought of a song immediately that I remember being hugely popular amongst us teenagers, but actually due to the big band at the time (Oasis) covering this track in their live shows. I almost picked this track for last week, but then decided it fitted this week’s theme slightly better.

So…I will explain…as we all know The Beatles released a lot of music, and they released different types of music. These were young creative men, learning and pondering and adventuring and their music changed as they changed. Everyone has their favourite Beatles album(s) or a style that was iconic to them at the time their music was produced. I am going to hold my hand up and admit that my favourites are from their early days “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” and “She Loves You – Yeah, Yeah, Yeah”. But that is just me. But I do like some of their other tracks, I have grown up with all of the Beatles songs playing in the background of my childhood in Liverpool, so I know their music.

I was almost surprised when a song that I had always thought of as quite a funny song (as a child I thought that some songs from the Beatles were very weird) gained huge popularity when covered by Oasis. The track is called “I Am The Walrus” (fans all cheer) and although the critics received it well when The Beatles released it, it did not do particularly well in the charts (according to Wikipedia). Yet…it it did firmly become a fan favourite and during the Britpop era and we all looked back at this track with renewed appreciation.

Don’t ask…I can’t really explain it. Don’t worry about the lyrics….they will just confuse you. I do have some videos for you though! (I recall Liam Gallagher being rather colourful with his language on stage, so mute whatever he is babbling before he starts actually singing.)

I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together

See how they run
Like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee shirt
Stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long

I am the eggman (Ooh)
They are the eggmen, (Ooh)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Mister city p'liceman sitting pretty
Little p'licemen in a row
See how they fly
Like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess
Boy you been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down

I am the eggman (Ooh)
They are the eggmen (Ooh)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob

Sitting in an English
Garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come
You get a tan from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob g' goo goo g' joob

Expert texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile
Like pigs in a sty, see how they snied
I'm crying

Semolina pilchards
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Element'ry penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe

I am the eggman (Ooh)
They are the eggmen (Ooh)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
G' goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' goo g' goo goo g' joob joob
Joob joob...

Written by: John Winston Lennon and Paul James McCartney

They’re Doing Tangos Down In The Quangos

Oh dear – I just found my Song Lyric Sunday post scheduled to be published on Monday – but here I am correcting my moment of bamboozlement!

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: DEEP ALBUM CUTS

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My Jim has given us a challenging theme today, well I think so anyway. I asked the internet to help me and I ended up with a list of songs I did not enjoy. So I thought about some of the albums I used to listen to over and over (which I just don’t do nowadays). Some of them contained tracks that were never released as singles, but still ended up being legendary amongst the album enthusiasts. I am guessing that is sort of what a “deep album cut” is?

In my teenage years, I spent most of my pocket money on music albums and tickets to see bands play at venues in Manchester – it was the Britpop era. I remember listening a lot to The Great Escape, an album released by one of the most popular bands of the nineties, Blur.

This song, “Mr Robinson’s Quango”, does get slightly weird. Listening to it now I have to say its not my cup of tea, but my friends and I loved this track when we heard it on their album and I remember Blur performing it live and those massive guitar riffs made it very popular.

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet

Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock

Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his Biro out and he wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose"

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy
Said who?

He's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring

Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy (naughty boy)

Written by: Damon Albarn, David Alexander Rowntree, Graham Leslie Coxon, and Alexander Steven James

Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: EDUCATE / LEARN / SCHOOL / TEACH

For today’s theme, I wanted to feature a song that I have not used before on my SLS posts. So I have skipped a few more obvious choices, and inspired my a children’s animated film I watched recently where the parents of a little boy sing this song to him at bedtime (bonus points if you know the film) I have picked “Blackbird” from of course The Beatles.

I have heard various explanations behind the meaning of the song’s lyrics and I think generally the civil right’s movement seems to be generally understood to be the inspiration behind these words. However, I do think there is something very poignant about those words…”take these broke words and learn to fly…take these sunken eyes and learn to see”.

Yes…those words really register on a personal level, which is one of the reasons why I think “Blackbird” has been so enduringly popular, and why it has been covered so many times.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Written by: John Lennon and Paul McCartney

On a separate note, for some years I have been fascinated by the singing of blackbirds. I hear them singing all the time what sounds like Mozart opera. I have been asking for years, did those blackbirds listen to some Mozart? Or did Mozart listen to blackbirds singing and turn their song into his famous arias? Particularly the “Queen Of The Night” from The Magic Flute.

Did You Have A Puppy?

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: PETS / NAMES / MEMORIES

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Perhaps I am wandering down the predictable route with this theme – PETS…well, how can you not think of “puppy”? And as if I needed any other excuse to feature one of my favourite, favourite, favourite tracks of all time!!!

I know I have shared in the past that those who know me still like to rake up the legendary performance I delivered of this song – whilst wearing a silver dress which was one layer upon layer of sparkley fringe. I gave my performance just as much energy as Tina Turner does in her live performances.

Is there any better way to start Sunday than with a legend!!

When I was a little girl
I had a rag doll
Only doll I've ever owned
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now my love has grown
And it gets stronger, in every way
And it gets deeper, let me say
And it gets higher, day by day

And do I love you my oh my
Yeah, river deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

When you were a young boy
Did you have a puppy
That always followed you around
Well I'm gonna be as faithful as that puppy
No I'll never let you down
'Cause it grows stronger, like a river flows
And it gets bigger baby, and heaven knows
And it gets sweeter baby, as it grows

And do I love you my oh my
Yeah, river deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

I love you baby like a flower loves the spring
And I love you baby just like Tina loves to sing
And I love you baby like a school boy loves his pet
And I love you baby, river deep, mountain high
Oh yeah you've gotta believe me
River deep, mountain high
Do I love you my oh my, oh baby
River deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

…And The Scars They’re Leaving

Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: ILLNESS/INJURY/SCARS

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Please forgive me, I am dashing out and have prepared this post in great haste. I love the song I have picked for today. I grew up loving “Dancing Queen” and “Waterloo”, but I absolutely adore this ABBA track, which has been one of their most successful and was used to raised funds for UNICEF. I leave you with ABBA’s fantastic “Chiquitita” (which I believe translates as “little one”).

Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I'm a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see you've broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita

So the walls came tumbling down
And your love's a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you're oh so sad, so quiet

Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving
You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, Chiquitita

Written by: Andersson Benny Goran Bror Andersson and Bjoern K Ulvaeus