A
1958 45 by
Little Anthony and the Imperials, and a #1
song in the US.
A song of loss, resonating and floating in that "singing in the restroom" echoey ambience that doo-wop groups loved. Where James Brown gave you, with similar material back then, raw emotion, Southern bluesy screams and moans punctuating his cries of hurt as he spilled his guts for your dining and dancing pleasure, Anthony gave you Northern Urbane, singing his song of hurt with a poker face and maybe the hint of a tear in the corner of his eye. His voice may have sounded younger than his eighteen
years, but scratch the surface of the sound, and you heard the pain of an old man who'd been carrying the hurt for eighteen years.
This was the group's first 45. They created a masterpiece. How do you top that? They never really did.
You don't remember me
but I remember you
'twas not so long ago
you broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow
pain in my heart
caused by you...
If we could start anew
I wouldn't hesitate
I'd gladly take you back
and tempt the hands of fate
Tears on my pillow
pain in my heart
caused by you...
Love is not a gadget
love is not a toy
When you find the one you love
he'll fill your heart with joy
If we could start anew
I wouldn't hesitate
I'd gladly take you back
and tempt the hands of
fate
Tears on my pillow
pain in my
heart
caused by you...