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Why Did It Have To Be Me? – A Bittersweet Ballad from ABBA’s Arrival

“Why Did It Have To Be Me?” isn’t your typical ABBA song. Released in 1976 on their groundbreaking album Arrival, it stands out for its unique sound and introspective lyrics.

Composed by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus, the song is a melancholic tale sung from the perspective of a man caught in a one-sided relationship. Unlike the upbeat pop anthems ABBA is known for, “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” blends blues, jazz, and pop influences, sometimes referred to as having a “Fats Domino flavor” due to its prominent piano and overall feel.

This departure from their usual sound is further emphasized by Björn Ulvaeus himself taking the lead vocals, the only song on Arrival to do so. The lyrics paint a picture of a man used for emotional comfort, questioning why he fell for someone who seems incapable of reciprocating his feelings. Despite his initial intentions of a casual fling, he now sees the woman developing deeper emotions, a complication he’d rather avoid.

“Why Did It Have To Be Me?” serves as a fascinating counterpoint to ABBA’s usual themes of love and happiness. It’s a relatable story of vulnerability and heartbreak, showcasing the songwriting duo’s ability to explore a wider range of emotions beyond pure joy.

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