Recently, I was walking with a friend and saw this single in the shopping window of a "used records" store. I said to my friend it was my first ever single but did not tell him the intimate story I wrote in the original post. Weird as today we write to the whole world things we don't even tell to our closest friends. This is a re-up request so I'm glad to provide the link again. The B-side is one of my fave Macca song any period. Catch it here.
And, as used to say the great Monty Python, now something completely different. Actually, it may seem the most extreme contrast in the world to put an old McCartney single after a modern doom album. Yes but who cares would say the Bastards. This was the first single I had and the B-side had a sustained effect on me. It is called "Oh Woman Oh Why" and the screaming and frenzy voice of Paul McCartney gave me such a thrill that I then began my quest for unconventional singing. These songs were recorded in november 1970 for the sessions that what would become one of my fave albums of all the times: Ram. But they would not be included in the album and would only feature on this single. If the gentle "Another Day" would be included in many compilations due to its success in the charts of several countries, it would not be the case of the raw "Oh Woman Oh why", although it is now a bonus track of the last reedited version Ram CD edition. The Paul and Linda couple did not give birth only to lyrics on the joy of conjugal love, and these 2 songs have actually a very dark content. "Another Day" is more or less similar to "Lady Madonna" and talks about the difficulty of a working woman to assume her everyday life (sometimes I feel like this woman I must say, so sad) whilst "Oh Woman Oh Why" anticipates by 40 years the hard separation Paul would live with Heather Mills, except that Heather did not take a gun to kill him as the lady does in the song. Nothing vapid here. And the rude arrangements are a relief after all this sometimes overindulgent sophistication that Georges Martin felt the need to provide to the songs. The sleeve above is the French one i.e., the one I had. The name written on it (Nathalie Coste) is the name of the sister of the pal who gave me this single. In fact, he lended it me and if she reads this post, I am ready to give it back to her, but I doubt it will occur. My pal's forename was J�r�me, and he died in a motorbike accident before his eighteenth. I had been more or less in love with him some years before (my sexuality took some times to decide between girls and boys). It's one of these wounds that never completely cicatrise.
And, as used to say the great Monty Python, now something completely different. Actually, it may seem the most extreme contrast in the world to put an old McCartney single after a modern doom album. Yes but who cares would say the Bastards. This was the first single I had and the B-side had a sustained effect on me. It is called "Oh Woman Oh Why" and the screaming and frenzy voice of Paul McCartney gave me such a thrill that I then began my quest for unconventional singing. These songs were recorded in november 1970 for the sessions that what would become one of my fave albums of all the times: Ram. But they would not be included in the album and would only feature on this single. If the gentle "Another Day" would be included in many compilations due to its success in the charts of several countries, it would not be the case of the raw "Oh Woman Oh why", although it is now a bonus track of the last reedited version Ram CD edition. The Paul and Linda couple did not give birth only to lyrics on the joy of conjugal love, and these 2 songs have actually a very dark content. "Another Day" is more or less similar to "Lady Madonna" and talks about the difficulty of a working woman to assume her everyday life (sometimes I feel like this woman I must say, so sad) whilst "Oh Woman Oh Why" anticipates by 40 years the hard separation Paul would live with Heather Mills, except that Heather did not take a gun to kill him as the lady does in the song. Nothing vapid here. And the rude arrangements are a relief after all this sometimes overindulgent sophistication that Georges Martin felt the need to provide to the songs. The sleeve above is the French one i.e., the one I had. The name written on it (Nathalie Coste) is the name of the sister of the pal who gave me this single. In fact, he lended it me and if she reads this post, I am ready to give it back to her, but I doubt it will occur. My pal's forename was J�r�me, and he died in a motorbike accident before his eighteenth. I had been more or less in love with him some years before (my sexuality took some times to decide between girls and boys). It's one of these wounds that never completely cicatrise.
Another Day. Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair, Wraps a towel around her As shes heading for the bedroom chair, Its just another day. Slipping into stockings, Stepping into shoes, Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat. Ah, its just another day. At the office where the papers grow she takes a break, Drinks another coffee And she finds it hard to stay awake, Its just another day. du du du du du Its just another day. du du du du du Its just another day. AySo sad, so sad, Sometimes she feels so sad. Alone in her apartment shed dwell, Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell. Ah, stay, dont stand around And he comes and he stays But he leaves the next day, So sad. Sometimes she feels so sad. As she posts another letter to the sound of five, People gather round her And she finds it hard to stay alive, Its just another day. du du du du du Its just another day. du du du du duIts just another day. Ay So sad, so sad, Sometimes she feels so sad. Alone in her apartment shed dwell, Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell. Ah, stay, dont stand around And he comes and he staysBut he leaves the next day,So sad. Sometimes she feels so sad. Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair, Wraps a towel around her As shes heading for the bedroom chair,Its just another day. Slipping into stockings, Stepping into shoes, Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat. Ah, its just another day. du du du du du Its just another day. du du du du duIts just another day.
Oh Woman, Oh Why. Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Oh what have I done What have I done Well I met her at the bottom of a well (of a well) Well I told here I was tryin' to break a spell (break a spell) But I can't get by, my hands are tied Don't why I ever got her to try myself Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Oh what have you done Woman what have you done Well I am fed up with you lying cheating ways (cheating ways) But I get up every morning and every day (every day) But I can't get by , my hands are tied Don't why I want her to try myself Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied. Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Woman, what have I done What have you done What have I done
Oh Woman, Oh Why. Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Oh what have I done What have I done Well I met her at the bottom of a well (of a well) Well I told here I was tryin' to break a spell (break a spell) But I can't get by, my hands are tied Don't why I ever got her to try myself Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Oh what have you done Woman what have you done Well I am fed up with you lying cheating ways (cheating ways) But I get up every morning and every day (every day) But I can't get by , my hands are tied Don't why I want her to try myself Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied. Oh Woman, Oh Why, why, why, why What have I done Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where Did you get that gun Woman, what have I done What have you done What have I done
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