Song of the Day #6,505: ‘Little Queen’ – Heart

Continuing my look at the albums of 1977…

Prior to the Decades series, my knowledge of Heart was limited to the synth-pop of the band’s self-titled 1985 album, which featured the hits ‘These Dreams,’ ‘What About Love,’ and ‘Never.’

I was surprised by the band’s debut, 1976’s Dreamboat Annie, when I covered it as part of that year’s Decades roundup. I expected hard rock and got a much quieter, folksier album peppered with some heavy-hitters.

That’s the case for the band’s third album, Little Queen, as well. It kicks off with the blistering ‘Barracuda’ but then settles into a more easygoing, quirky zone. A mystical detour worthy of a Renaissance Fair bumps up against a garage-rock stomper, then gives way to effective acoustic balladry.

This was actually one of two ’77 releases for the band, after their former label (Mushroom) released an album called Magazine against their will. Heart had ended the contract with Mushroom after the label ran an ad that implied sisters Ann and Nancy Wilson were lovers. But Mushroom contended they were owed an album release and culled together some studio songs with live performances to form Magazine.

A court forced the label to pull the album from the shelves after a short while (during which Little Queen was released) but Heart was found to still owe them an album. They reworked the tracks, added a couple of new songs, and released their version of Magazine in 1978.

All of that drama didn’t prevent Little Queen from finding an audience. It ended up going triple Platinum and produced a #11 hit in ‘Baracuda,’ which Ann Wilson wrote about the unseemly implications that she and Nancy were committing incest.

You’d rather have wine than gin
And only the finest by your skin
Always running after time
Catching your fancy with rhymes
Shining on the front page again

Now you’re hot on the presses today
Little queen
Making your passion play
Little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind
Little queen

Away from the sellers, the papers said
Your crown was tight and heavy on your head
But still you danced and you sang
All night the telephone rang
And music kept on playing from your pen

Now you’re hot on the presses today
Little queen
Making your passion play
Little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind
Little queen, yeah
Little queen, yeah
Little queen, yeah
Little queen, ooh

You better shine, you better shine, you know
You better shine, shine shine tonight, oh
(Raining) He knows your soul ain’t free
(Raining) Oh, and he feels you, little queen, yeah

(Raining) Oh, I know
(Raining) I see you, I see you raining
(Raining) He knows you’re raining
(Raining) Oh, yeah

Now you’re slipping away with your gypsy band
And you’re hot on your music and playing a winning hand
You were standing in the line
Thinking how you moved his mind
And feeling like he held you in his hand

And you’re hot on the presses today
Little queen
Making your passion play
Little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind
Little queen, yeah
Little queen, yeah
Little queen, yeah
Little queen
Magazine
Little queen, yeah
Ooh, oh, no, no, no, little queen
Oh, ooh, no, no, no, little queen

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