Do you ever wake up with a song playing in your head?
With lyrics by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, this one, I discovered, was originally recorded as a demo for Dionne Warwick in 1963, and first charted for Lou Johnson in the summer of 1964.
And then, in the early eighties, just as I was entering my thirties, and tasting delicious, exacting motherhood for the first time, the song was revived by Naked Eyes, a British band whose video is on Youtube:
Always Something There to Remind Me
The Lyrics
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me
And every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
As shadows fall, I pass a small cafe where we would dance at
night
And I can’t help recalling how it felt to kiss and hold you tight
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
I was born to love her, and I will never be free
You’ll always be a part of me
Oh whoa ooh whoa ooh whoa oh
If you should find you miss the sweet and tender love we
used to share
Just go back to the places where we used to go and I’ll be there
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
I was born to love her, and I will never be free
You’ll always be a part of me
‘Cause there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
Wo, wo, wo, oh, oh, oh!
Other singers of the song include Sandy Shaw 1964; R.B. Greaves 1969; the Hippos 1999; All Saints 1998; and the crooner, Richard Poon in the 2000s. In fact, this song has been recorded widely over time and space. Eddy Mitchell, (acca Claude Moine) a French singer of Rock, R&B, and country music sang the song in French (Toujours un coin qui me rappelle) to great acclaim in 1965.
In the second half of the 1960s, I was living in France. There I was enchanted by the powerful and moving songs of George Brassens, Edie Piaff and Jacques Brel.
It’s about stuff surging up from the depths of the Unconscious without your doing?