ABBA (82,72 %)
The Visitors (84,24 %)
In collection
Released: 1981-11-30
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
3
Year (1981):
1
Decade (1980's):
44
Overall:
196
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1.
The Visitors
 05:47
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2.
Head Over Heels
 03:48
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3.
When All Is Said and Done
03:20
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4.
Soldiers
04:41
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5.
I Let the Music Speak
05:24
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6.
One of Us
 03:58
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7.
Two for the Price of One
 03:39
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8.
Slipping Through My Fingers
03:54
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9.
Like an Angel Passing Through My Room
03:41
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Album length:
38:12
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Lyrics |
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1.
The Visitors
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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 |
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2.
Head Over Heels
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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 |
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3.
When All Is Said and Done
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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 |
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4.
Soldiers
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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 |
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5.
I Let the Music Speak
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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 |
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6.
One of Us
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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 |
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7.
Two for the Price of One
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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" |
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8.
Slipping Through My Fingers
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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 |
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9.
Like an Angel Passing Through My Room
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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 |