ABBA. Probably the only palindromic band name you can think of without using Google. If not, you win, and if there’s anything we know, it’s that The Winner Takes It All.
The song starts with a fantastic piano piece, a bit of harmonising and does the one thing I, had I written this, would have not done. It starts with verse one. God damn, ABBA! Why didn’t you just start with the chorus? It would have been epic. In fact, fuck the verses at all, we all know they’re the weak parts.
The song comes across, to me, as a cold-hearted look at life, but at the same time, sort of supporting the idea of losing and being cool with it – I mean, someone has to, right?
It covers a lot of gambling ideas as well – throwing a dice, playing cards, not having an ace to play… But it’s all a metaphor for a broken down romance! Damn, ABBA, is there anything that you sing that ISN’T about romance?
I sorta like this song. Not like I like Fernando, or Money, Money, Money, but enough that I can bear to listen to it whilst I write this. No more. No less.