Money, money, money, must be funny.. in a rich man's world. Not exactly awe inspiring lyrics, but that's not why we love ABBA (so much as to even sit through the excruciating sight of Brosnon's celluloid agony, only midly alleviated by the magnificent Ms. Walters). Yet, as I skip through the Best of Ace of Base (don't even ask!! just chalk it down to 2 years holed up in the moutains with 43 Swedes), 98 degrees (huh??!) and belt it with Aretha on my annual alphabetic CD churn, I find myself singing long after the end of the CD. A melody, largerly ignored in the decade I actively listened to ABBA, now swishing its way around my head, an unintentional hum coalescing into a relatively restrained vocal airing before escaping to a full throttle rendition....
you and i can share the silence... finding comfort together, the way old friends do.... oho i don't care what comes tomorrow.... we can face it together, the way old friends do... times of joy, and times of sorrow, we will always see it through ... whoaaa hoooo i don't care what lies tomorrow, we can face it together, the way old friends do....
I didn't even get to the second CD. Extraordinary, the things that sometimes just snag in your mind and heart for a few moments in time.
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