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Artist rating: 82.59 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 82.59 % (1981)
Most recent trend: 85.84 % (1981)
Highest trend: 87.25 % (1980)

Albums
Songs (A-Ö)

Statistics

Data

Formed: 1972
Disbanded: 1982

Existed for 10 years
 

External links

Members

Benny Andersson, Frida, Agnetha Fältskog, Björn Ulvaeus

Genres

1979
79.73 %
1980
92.27 %

The Visitors

ABBA - The Visitors
84.24 %
(2015-11-08)
Release date: 1981-11-30
Type: studio
Genres:

In collection: CD (2006-01-17)
 
Average song length: 04:15
Average song rating:

Ranking

ABBA:
3
/
8
Year (1981):
1
/
60
Decade (1980's):
42
/
759
Overall:
152
/
2642

Tracks

Credits

Band members

Benny Andersson
synthesizers, keyboards, backing vocals
Frida
lead vocals (1, 3, 5, 9), backing vocals
Agnetha Fältskog
lead vocals (2, 4, 6, 8), backing vocals
Björn Ulvaeus
acoustic guitar, guitar, mandolin, lead vocals (7), backing vocals

Backing band

Rutger Gunnarsson
bass, mandolin

Session musicians

Per Lindvall
drums (1, 4)

Producers

Lyrics

The Visitors
05:47
I hear the door-bell ring
and suddenly
the panic takes me
the sound so ominously
tearing through the silence
I cannot move I'm standing
numb and frozen
among the things I love so dearly
the books, the paintings
and the furniture
help me

The signal's sounding once again
and someone tries the doorknob
none of my friends would be
so stupidly impatient
and they don't dare to come here
anymore now
but how I loved our secret meetings
we talked and talked
in quiet voices
smiling

Now I hear them moving
muffled noises coming
through the door
I feel I'm
crackin' up
voices growing louder
irritation building
and I'm close to fainting
crackin' up
they must know by now
I'm in here trembling
in a terror evergrowing
crackin' up
my whole world is falling
going crazy
there is no escaping now
I'm crackin' up

These walls have witnessed
all the anguish of humiliation
and seen the hope of freedom
glow in shining faces
and now they've come to take me
come to break me
and yet it isn't unexpected
I have been waiting
for these visitors
help me

Now I hear them moving
muffled noises coming
through the door
I feel I'm
crackin' up
voices growing louder
irritation building
and I'm close to fainting
crackin' up
they must know by now
I'm in here trembling
in a terror evergrowing
crackin' up
my whole world is falling
going crazy
there is no escaping now
I'm crackin' up
Head Over Heels
03:48
I have a very good friend
the kind of girl
who likes to follow a trend
she has a personal style
some people like it
others tend to go wild
you hear her voice everywhere
taking the chair
she's a leading lady
and with no trace of hesitation
she keeps going

Head over heels
breaking her way
pushing through unknown
jungles every day
she's a girl
with a taste for the world
(the world is like a playing-ground
where she goes rushing)
head over heels
setting the pace
running the gauntlet
in a whirl of lace
she's extreme
if you know what I mean

Her man is one I admire
he's so courageous
but he's constantly tired
each time when he speaks his mind
she pats his head and says
"that's all very fine
exert that will of your own
when you're alone
now we'd better hurry"
and with no trace of hesitation
she keeps going

Head over heels
breaking her way
pushing through unknown
jungles every day
she's a girl
with a taste for the world
(the world is like a playing-ground
where she goes rushing)
head over heels
setting the pace
running the gauntlet
in a whirl of lace
she's extreme
if you know what I mean

You hear her voice everywhere
taking the chair
she's a leading lady
and with no trace of hesitation
she keeps going

Head over heels
breaking her way
pushing through unknown
jungles every day
she's a girl
with a taste for the world
(the world is like a playing-ground
where she goes rushing)
head over heels
setting the pace
running the gauntlet
in a whirl of lace
she's extreme
if you know what I mean
(I think she's one of those who always
likes to do whatever she feels)
and she goes
head over heels
When All Is Said and Done
03:20
Here's to us
one more toast
and then we'll pay the bill
deep inside
both of us
can feel the autumn chill
birds of passage
you and me
we fly instinctively
when the summer's over
and the dark clouds hide the sun
neither you nor I'm to blame
when all is said and done

In our lives
we have walked
some strange and lonely treks
slightly worn
but dignified
and not too old for sex
we're still striving for the sky
no taste for humble pie
thanks for all your generous love
and thanks for all the fun
neither you nor I'm to blame
when all is said and done

It's so strange
when you're down
and lying on the floor
how you rise
shake your head
get up and ask for more
clear-headed and open-eyed
with nothing left untried
standing calmly at the crossroads
no desire to run
there's no hurry any more
when all is said and done
Soldiers
04:41
Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
do I see the signs I think I see
or is this just fantasy
is it true that the beast is waking
stirring in his restless sleep tonight
in the pale moonlight
in the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don't sing
they blow their horns
and march along
they drum their drums
and look so strong
you'd think that nothing
in the world was wrong
soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won't sing
let's not look the other way
taking a chance
'cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance

What's that sound
what's that dreadful rumble
won't somebody tell me what I hear
in the distance but drawing near
is it only a storm approaching
all that thunder and the blinding light
in the winter night
in the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember

Soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don't sing
they blow their horns
and march along
they drum their drums
and look so strong
you'd think that nothing
in the world was wrong
soldiers write the songs
that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won't sing
let's not look the other way
taking a chance
'cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance
I Let the Music Speak
05:24
I'm hearing images
I'm seeing songs
no poet has ever painted
voices call out to me
straight to my heart
so strange yet
we're so well acquainted
I let the music speak
with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
carry my soul away
into the world
where beauty meets
the darkness of the day

Where my mind is
like an open window
where the high and
healing winds blow
from my shallow sleep
the sounds awake me
I let them take me

Let it be a joke
let it be a smile
let it be a farce
if it makes me laugh
for a little while
let it be a tear
let it be a sigh
coming from a heart
speaking to a heart
let it be a cry

Some streets are emptiness
dry leaves of autumn
rustling down an old alley
and in the dead of night
I find myself a blind man
in some ancient valley
I let the music speak
leading me gently
urging me like a lover
leading me all the way
into a place
where beauty will
defeat the darkest day

Where I'm one with
every grand illusion
no disturbance
no intrusion
where I let the wistful
seduce me
I let them use me

Let it be a joke
let it be a smile
let it be a farce
if it makes me laugh
for a little while
let it be a tear
let it be a sigh
coming from a heart
speaking to a heart
let it be a cry

Let it be a tear
let it be a sigh
coming from a heart
speaking to a heart
let it be a cry

Let it be the joy
of each new sunrise
or the moment
when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
no explanations
no questions why
I take it to me
and let it flow through me
yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak
One of Us
03:58
They passed me by
all of those great romances
you were, I felt
robbing me of my rightful chances
my picture clear
everything seemed so easy
and so I dealt you the blow
one of us had to go
now it's different
I want you to know

One of us is crying
one of us is lying
in her lonely bed
staring at the ceiling
wishing she was
somewhere else instead
one of us is lonely
one of us is only
waiting for a call
sorry for herself
feeling stupid feeling small
wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself
as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away
from the heat and the action
just like a child
stubborn and misconceiving
that's how I started the show
one of us had to go
now I've changed and
I want you to know

One of us is crying
one of us is lying
in her lonely bed
staring at the ceiling
wishing she was
somewhere else instead
one of us is lonely
one of us is only
waiting for a call
sorry for herself
feeling stupid feeling small
wishing she had never left at all
never left at all
Two for the Price of One
03:39
He had what you might
call a trivial occupation
he cleaned the platforms
of the local railway station
with no romance in his life
sometimes he wished
he had a wife
he read the matrimonial
advertising pages
the cries for help
from different people
different ages
but they had nothing to say
at least not until the day
when something special he read
this is what it said

"If you dream
of the girl for you
then call us and get
two for the price of one
we're the answer
if you feel blue
so call us and get
two for the price of one"

He called the number
and a voice said "Alice Whiting"
the voice was husky
and it sounded quite exciting
he was amazed at his luck
the purest streak of gold he'd struck
he said, "I read your ad
it sounded rather thrilling
I think a meeting could be
mutually fulfilling
why don't we meet for a chat
the three of us in my flat
I can't forget what I read
this is what it said"

"If you dream
of the girl for you
then call us and get
two for the price of one
we're the answer
if you feel blue
so call us and get
two for the price of one"

She said "I'm sure
we must be perfect
for each other
and if you doubt it
you'll be certain
when you meet my mother"
Slipping Through My Fingers
03:54
Schoolbag in hand
she leaves home
in the early morning
waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go
with a surge of
that well known sadness
and I have to sit down
for a while
the feeling that I'm
loosing her forever
and without really
entering her world
I'm glad whenever I
can share her laughter
that funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture
every minute
the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers
all the time
do I really see what's
in her mind
each time I think
I'm close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers
all the time

Sleep in our eyes
her and me
at the breakfast table
barely awake I
let precious time go by
then when she's gone
there's that odd
melancholy feeling
and a a sense of
guilt I can't deny
what happened to the
wonderful adventures
the places I had
planned for us to go
well some of that we did
but most we didn't
and why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture
every minute
the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers
all the time
do I really see what's
in her mind
each time I think
I'm close to knowing
she keeps on growing
slipping through my fingers
all the time

Sometimes I wish
that I could freeze
the picture
and save it from
the funny tricks of time
slipping through my fingers

Schoolbag in hand
she leaves home
in the early morning
waving goodbye
with an absent-minded smile
Like an Angel Passing Through My Room
03:41
Long awaited darkness falls
casting shadows on the walls
in the twilight hour I am alone
sitting near the fireplace
dying embers warm my face
in this peaceful solitude
all the outside world subdued
everything comes back to me again
in the gloom
like an angel passing through my room

Half awake and half in dreams
seeing long forgotten scenes
so the present runs into the past
now and then become entwined
playing games within my mind
like the embers as they die
love was one prolonged good-bye
and it all comes back to me tonight
in the gloom
like an angel passing through my room

I close my eyes
and my twilight images go by
all too soon
like an angel passing through my room
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