Name That Tune

I like knowing what everything is, I'm the annoying
##### who can't watch a show, or a commercial, or a film
without firing up Shazam and finding out what's playing

There was this extraordinary music I heard in a hotel room
during Easter 1981 somewhere in Scotland
my belief it was a BBC station, maybe local
it sounded like the most glorious, furious, transcendental
sounds I ever wanted to hear

No I don't know who it was, that's the whole point
but it surprised me that this was jazz, an area I feared as a youth
jazz from Sweden is what I remember
oh no, I can hear you say actually it's probably
Esbjörn Svensson but you're wrong you've ruined it
and now its identity will never be known

I was always recording songs off the radio
naturally noting down the titles inscribing them on the
cassette inlay including, in 1985, a 1960s
soul record which I played a few times but couldn't enjoy
because I didn't know the artist or name
the refrain was 'let love take care of itself' or 'of the rest'
the tape is long gone, please help

Early 1990s just before the advent of you know what
I wrote to the NME with a line from a song I wished
to be identified (what kind of person does that)
and next week there came the answer: Breaking Circus
"stuck in several thousand heads"
sometimes all your wishes will be granted

There was a riff that went through my head, heard
on holiday in Italy 2003, maybe on a local TV station
+++++five notes, staccato, rock guitar, a proto-ident+++++
it played relentlessly in my brain for days until fading and
some years later I heard Making Time by The Creation on the radio
DANG NANG DANG NANG NANK
not exactly a staple of 60s hits radio but I had heard it
before maybe in 1988 when
I'd checked out a Creation compilation from West Hampstead
record library, probably played it once - nothing wrong with it,
I am just a very busy person - and filed away

I apologise for whole unrelatable nostalgic indulgence of this we're nearly done

But the biggest mystery is the one I heard while
travelling on a train from Amsterdam in 1999
with my mini portable radio plugged in to one ear
the local radio played a creepy song about cutting off your fingers with scissors
sung in a heavily accented girlish voice - it was NOT Bjork -
and I will never hear that song again

It may on second thoughts be garbage and also trash
but I just need to know the title