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Carrie Anne – The Hollies

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About the Song

The Hollies, a British pop-rock band that dominated the charts in the 1960s, are known for their infectious melodies, soaring harmonies, and clever songwriting. “Carrie Anne,” released in 1967, stands as a prime example of their enduring appeal. This song transcends its era, captivating listeners with its charm and heartfelt message.

“Carrie Anne” opens with a bright and bouncy guitar riff, instantly setting an optimistic tone. The vocals, shared by Allan Clarke and Graham Nash, are both powerful and endearing as they paint a picture of a young man smitten by a girl named Carrie Anne. The lyrics, simple yet evocative, capture the innocence and excitement of young love: “Carrie Anne, take a chance with love / Don’t you know it’s gonna come from up above?”

While the initial verses focus on the man’s infatuation, the song delves deeper as it progresses. The bridge introduces a touch of vulnerability as the singer acknowledges, “Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me.” This line adds a layer of depth, transforming the song from a carefree pop tune to a more relatable exploration of young love’s uncertainties.

The catchy chorus, with its repeated refrain of “Carrie Anne,” becomes an earworm that stays with you long after the song ends. It’s a testament to the songwriting prowess of The Hollies, crafting a melody that is both simple and memorable.

“Carrie Anne” isn’t just about a boy chasing a girl; it’s about the universal yearning for connection. It captures the nervous excitement of a budding romance, the hope for reciprocation, and the vulnerability that comes with putting your heart on the line. This relatable theme resonates with listeners of all ages, making “Carrie Anne” a timeless classic.

The song’s success was undeniable, reaching number 3 on the UK Singles Chart and breaking into the Top 10 on the US Billboard Hot 100. It cemented The Hollies’ place as pop music royalty and continues to be a fan favorite, a testament to its enduring charm and relatable message.Hollies (1974 album) - Wikipedia

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Lyrics: Carrie Anne

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo-doo doo
Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo-doo doo
Hey, Carrie Anne
Hey, Carrie AnneWhen we were at school our games were simple
I played the janitor, you played the monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What’s the attraction in what they’re doing[Chorus:]
Hey Carrie Anne
What’s your game now, can anybody play
Hey Carrie Anne
What’s your game now, can anybody playYou were always something special to me
Quite independent, never caring
You lost your charm as you were aging
Where is your magic disappearing[Chorus]You’re so, so like a woman to me
Oh like a woman to me
So, so like a woman to me
Like a woman to me[Chorus]People live and learn but you’re still learning
You use my mind and I’ll be your teacher
When the lesson’s over you’ll be with me
Then I’ll hear the other people saying[Chorus]Carrie Anne, Carrie Anne, Carrie Anne, Carrie Anne

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