Hi all, the germ of this started when I was missing all the usual stuff I occasionally get up to - going to the odd concert, movie or football match. Then hearing friends and social media contacts say how kind of rudderless they feel at the moment, having nothing to focus on to make up the supporting positive good-stuff that we all need.
So the track started out as a backing track which I toplined at the end. In the chorus I was singing ‘waiting for Godot’, as though it was going to be about a lemming like race of people who had lost their religion. But that seemed a bit too deep and serious for a MichaelA song!
So I developed the idea around an obsessive fan of ABBA, particularly Agnetha, and that being a kind of life long religion. Researching that band I learned they actually have an ABBA museum in Stockholm now. I imagined hoardes of their fans, of a certain age, going there feeling lost that something has gone from their lives forever. So in the end, this song is not one of my funny ones, although slightly curious I guess.
Instrumentally it started out with me playing around with a beats sequencer, first time ever. So sorry if my inexperience on that score shows. I think I got carried away with all the colourful lights in the boxes
but there’s nothing much else to say about it, just a few synths and a dodgy singer, ha ha! But do tell me if you missed the odd funny line
https://soundcloud.com/michael-a-duffy/waiting-for-abbaLyrics:
Waiting for ABBA
Fainting teenage boy 1974
Saw this Swedish girl
Pick me up off the floor
Brighton, England
Eurovision wars
Super troupers singing ‘Waterloo’
Smashed it up that night
In your shimmering blue
On our goggle box
I watched only you
Struck by ABBA gold that night
The day before you came
Without you, nothing right
Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA
To return
Hanging around at the ABBA museum
After so many years
Yet I still have a dream
Stockholm Sweden
Find my dancing queen
I’m talking to a wax sculpture of you
Did you get all my letters
The odd thousand or two?
But you won’t reply
Knowing me, knowing you
All these random souls like me
Living empty lives
All wandering aimlessly
Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA
To return
Feel free, call me Fernando
In your sequinned satin suit
The winner takes it all, that’s you
Can be no substitute
Agnetha I love you
Again won’t you sing?
Though I’ve never met you
You’ve meant everything
Here we all are
Waiting for ABBA
To return
I’m still waiting
For Agnetha