Crying

I’ve got to stop working for a moment and go downstairs for a drink. I need to compose myself. I never think it’s going to happen, but when I’m sat quietly working or reading or whatever and I’m listening to ABBA’s last album The Visitors I end up crying.

It’s the last two tracks, Slipping Through My Fingers and Like An Angel Passing Through My Room. They get me every time. The words, the music, the way they’re sung. Quite unlike the songs ABBA are famous for, these are two of my favourite songs from any artist. I’d go so far as to say they’re beautiful…

 

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