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Why Did It Have To Be Me? – A Bittersweet Surprise from ABBA

ABBA’s “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” might surprise some fans for its unique sound and lead vocalist. Released in 1976 as part of their iconic “Arrival” album, the song holds a special place in ABBA’s history.

Originally intended to be a complete album, “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” was the final song written and recorded for Arrival. Interestingly, another song, “Happy Hawaii,” was planned for the album but ultimately discarded, paving the way for this unexpected addition [1].

This wasn’t just any addition. “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” stands out for its lead vocalist. While ABBA is known for the powerhouse vocals of Agnetha Fältskog and Anni-Frid Lyngstad, “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” features Björn Ulvaeus on lead vocals. This marks the only song on the entire Arrival album where a male member of ABBA takes center stage [1].

The song itself is a melancholic reflection on love and heartbreak. Described as a “barroom boogie” by Pitchfork, the lyrics paint a picture of a lonely man who falls for a woman who may not feel the same way [2]. The use of a male vocal adds a layer of vulnerability and regret to the story, further distinguishing it from the usual ABBA sound.

Despite its late addition and unique style, “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” became a fan favorite. Live performances, like the one on the Dutch tv show “Een van de acht” in 1976, showcased the song’s energy and Björn Ulvaeus’ confident delivery [2].

So, next time you revisit ABBA’s Arrival, take a moment for “Why Did It Have To Be Me?” This unexpected gem offers a glimpse into a different side of ABBA, with a touch of heartbreak sung by a man scorned.

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