FOUND IT

I'm sure that you occasionally have a piece of music in your head that drives you nuts because you can't remember the lyrics or the name of the song.

I've had one in my head for at least the last year and for the life of me couldn't place the name of the band, the lyrics or the name of the song. All I knew was that it was good, it was a New Zealand song and it originated in the 1990s. I would say it to The Old Girl - "It goes like this - da de da da dum.." and I found her to be very unhelpful. Google searches also were unhelpful as without the name of the song or the band, typing in "da de da da dum.." gets you nowhere.

I had a vague idea of the chorus line but it was like those songs where you've misheard the lyric and you go off on a tangent as I've done in the past:

• "Goodbye groovy Tuesday" instead of Goodbye Ruby Tuesday.
• "Loosely in the sky with Simon" instead of Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
• "These ants are my friends, they’re blowin’ in the wind" instead of The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.
• " I skipped the light then dangled" instead of We skipped the light fandango.
• "Excuse me while I kiss this guy" instead of"Scuse me while I kiss the sky"

And of course in prayers at school: "Our Lady of the petrol sucker" instead of Our Lady of perpetual succour.

With this song in my head I'd sing the lyric "Copraphilia said.." to the Old Girl and ask if it rang any bells. She would just look at me strangely.

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This morning I read a list of the best New Zealand songs of the 1990s and there, in the middle of the list was GLORAFILIA by ZED. "This has to be it" I said to myself and then, with excitement looked it up on YouTube. It was - beauty!

GLORAFILIA

It's the song that's been bugging me for ages and was well worth the wait. It's a great quintessentially New Zealand pop song that captures being young and footloose in the Summer.

She keeps me waiting in the morning
Tying ribbons in her hair
And come the evening theres no warning
Why I'm not to know why she isn't there
No time to tell her all the reasons
Why I always disappear
And in those desperate situations
I just fade away still she never cares
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says there ain't no point in loving you no oh
She keeps me wrapped around her finger
So I don't know what to do
And using my imagination
She could set me free
I bet she's dying to
And sipping wine around a table
Her expense is plain to see
Entertainging for a living
She's got everything that she doesn't need
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says…