About the song
The Zombies’ “She’s Not There” is a captivating masterpiece that epitomizes the British Invasion sound of the 1960s. Released in 1964, this song showcases The Zombies’ distinctive blend of rock, jazz, and R&B influences.
With its haunting melody and enigmatic lyrics, “She’s Not There” tells the tale of a mysterious woman who captivates the narrator’s imagination. Colin Blunstone’s ethereal vocals, coupled with Rod Argent’s mesmerizing organ riff, create an atmospheric and hypnotic sound that draws listeners in from the first note.
The song’s innovative chord progression and infectious groove make it stand out as a classic of the era. Its enigmatic lyrics and evocative instrumentation evoke a sense of intrigue and longing, resonating with audiences on a deep emotional level.
“She’s Not There” quickly became a chart-topping hit and a staple on radio playlists around the world. Its enduring popularity has solidified its place as one of the most iconic songs of the 1960s, earning it a spot in the pantheon of rock and roll classics. With its timeless appeal and irresistible charm, “She’s Not There” continues to captivate new generations of music lovers, cementing The Zombies’ legacy as pioneers of the British rock scene.
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Well, no one told me about her, the way she liedWell, no one told me about her, how many people criedBut it’s too late to say you’re sorryHow would I know, why should I care?Please don’t bother tryin’ to find herShe’s not thereWell, let me tell you ’bout the way she lookedThe way she’d act and the colour of her hairHer voice was soft and coolHer eyes were clear and brightBut she’s not thereWell, no one told me about her, what could I do?Well, no one told me about her, though they all knewBut it’s too late to say you’re sorryHow would I know, why should I care?Please don’t bother tryin’ to find herShe’s not thereWell, let me tell you ’bout the way she lookedThe way she’d act and the colour of her hairHer voice was soft and coolHer eyes were clear and brightBut she’s not thereBut it’s too late to say you’re sorryHow would I know, why should I care?Please don’t bother tryin’ to find herShe’s not thereWell, let me tell you ’bout the way she lookedThe way she’d act and the colour of her hairHer voice was soft and coolHer eyes were clear and brightBut she’s not there