I wasn’t jealous before we met
Now every girl that I see is a potential threat
And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice
You’ve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
But now it isn’t true, now everything is new
And all I’ve learned has overturned
I beg of you
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don’t go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little small talk, a smile and baby, I was stuck
I still don’t know what you’ve done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
I feel a kind of fear when I don’t have you near
Unsatisfied I skip my pride
I beg you dear
Don’t go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don’t go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
I’ve had a few little love affairs
They didn’t last very long and they’ve been pretty scarce
I used to think that was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
«Cause everything is new and everything is you
And all I’ve learned has overturned
What can I do?
<3 Fineste ABBA-låta. Tror jeg. Det er mange å velge i …
ABBA er best som ABBA!!!! Teksten var en del av engelskopplæringen: «It was like shooting a sitting duck» er en god setning som man kunne bruke i engelskstilen på 70-tallet….
Her er en av mine favoritter
ABBA – Eagle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB1Om-L_O2Q
Eagle lyrics
They came flying from far away, now I’m under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They’ve seen places beyond my land and they’ve found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand
And I dream I’m an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There’s no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?
Is it true I’m an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?
Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky
(I’m an eagle)
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
And I dream I’m an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky
(I’m an eagle)
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
Flying high, high, I’m a bird in the sky
(I’m an eagle)
I’m an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
Klem
Popmusikk med innhold er sjeldent i dag. Det som var spesielt med ABBA var at dette var voksne mennesker som hadde levd ekte liv. Sånt kan det bli poesi av.
I do, I do, I do, I do, Idoooooooooo, agree!!
«Nothing more to say», Hilde Ovedia