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Rating: Far apart today to get even closer tomorrow
Far apart today to get even closer
Far apart today to get closer
Far apart today
Far apart
In a restricted line at the supermarket, you can sense smiles disguised as nervous experiments.
And I with a maybe that I carry along, a second shadow. Will we rediscover who we are?
My plans to deface the facade of the church of Mereto di Tomba with a sacred cow with the inscription: ‘hands off the frico’ are postponed.
Sorrowfully thinking about which album to review track by track in the old-fashioned way. And maybe the review is even a duplicate. Why not, my pockets have always been full of wasted time, without realizing that I was changing and that same time was changing with me.
The album is special to me, I don't deny it's embarrassing, possibly the worst of the Albion Paul, but it contains magic that only a fab four could secrete:
Coming Up is a postmodern vaudeville with oboes (they must be oboes oh boy) that climb shrill like Paul's nails-on-blackboard falsetto. The introduction couldn't be better: “it's coming” Paolo warns us, the look on the cover doesn't hide it. Where's the nearest bathroom?
Right after, there's Temporary Secretary, the story of someone determined not ending up under the desk and thus it ends, with a mischievous synth that goes up and down, Paul tries hard to recreate the honk of a strangled goose in a chorus with unbalanced volumes and utters a series of nonsense that could make a Dream Fìatah text envious.
On The Way stubbornly and oppositely turns to rock blues where our hero sings drunkenly with an echo interspersed by vitriolic guitar stabs. A song as deep as a Fabio Volo book.
Waterfalls, here Paul sings decently but sings too much, and the keyboard carpet is quite nice, but when the guitar kicks in, everything takes on a surreal connotation as if he's gone back to the days when George was bugging him with the sitar. The problem is after two minutes he's already getting on your nerves and the lyrics are painfully lame.
NOBODY KNOWS is instead a disco-country ballad from the best bars in Merso di Sotto when there was (or used to be) the frog leg festival. Here Paul almost gets everything right; in being ungraceful and hoarse, he gives us a gem to wiggle to in a scabies-induced frenzy for those three minutes.
Front Parlour is an instrumental that we can summarize in the still-frame of the cover. Paolo has eaten heavily, and you can feel it. It seems like the theme of a lysergic exact time.
Summer's Day Song is an infernal litany to stay insomnia-ridden or to exacerbate migraines, the lyrics are sweet but tied to the "melody" it's scary.
What to say about Frozen Jap, nothing you want to say.
Bogey Music, here we go again, one of Paul's highest peaks, I wonder about the embarrassment felt by the musicians despite the more than decent compensation. It has only the name bogey and it's misspelled and not by chance, it's an unintentionally psychedelic mantra.
Darkroom sounds like a song I've heard before (clearly better than this), but I challenge you not to be indifferent to Paul's vocal gargles under the effect of an amaro del capo aged in plywood barrels.
Then finally for god's lord almighty the album closes with a nice composition: One Of These Days. Anyway, our hero tries his best to ruin it but fails. The simplistic lyrics hold up thanks to the melody, the singing renders everything as always surreal and psychedelic without trying, yet here it gives the song a touch of paranormal grace. "One of these days I'll look around and know what's right," he seems to already regret making this album. "Breathe fresh air ever after," oh yes Paul there's stale air and it's useless to play dumb.
In short, you could generously save two and three quarters of a song, but I am mean and give it top marks because I wore out this album, even twisting the needle on my father's record player (on Nobody Knows I remember well). To young ears it sounded okay, rather unique even. There are ideas, but most went down the drain. Maybe Ringo composed this album and Paul put his face on it, or maybe the real Paul who had been replaced composed it. I don't care, I put it on today and it made me want to cry.
We'll breathe fresh air ever after.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Coming Up (03:57)
You want a love to last forever
One that will never fade away
I want to help you with your problem
Stick around I say
Coming Up, coming up, yeah
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up, I say
You want a friend you can rely on
One who will never fade away
And if you're searching for an answer
Stick around, I say
Coming Up, coming up
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up, yeah
You want some peace and understanding
So everybody can be free
I know that we can get together
We can make it, stick with me
It's coming up, coming up
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up for you and me
Coming Up, coming up, I say
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up, I feel it in my bones
You want a better kind of future
One that everyone can share
You're not alone, we all could use it
Stick around, we're nearly there
Coming Up, coming up everywhere
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up for all to share
Coming up, yeah
Coming up, anyway
Coming up, like a flower
Coming up
02 Temporary Secretary (03:19)
Mister Marks Can You Find For Me
Someone Strong And Sweet Fitting On My Knee
She Can Keep Her Job If She Gets It Wrong
Ah, But Mister Marks I Won't Need Her Long
All I Need Is Help For A Little While
We Can Take Dictation And Learn To Smile
And A Temporary Secretary Is What I Need For To Do The Job
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks Could You Send Her Quick
'Cause My Regular Has Been Getting Sick
I Need A
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Mister Marks I Can Pay Her Well
If She Comes Along And Can Stay A Spell
I Will Promise Now That I'll Treat Her Right
And Will Rarely Keep Her 'Til Late At Night
I Need A ..
She Can Be A Belly Dancer
I Don't Need A Need Romancer
She Can Be A Diplomat
But I Don't Need A Girl Like That
She Can Be A Neurosurgeon
If She's Doin' Nothing' Urgent
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
I Need A, I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary
Now Mister Marks When I Send Her Back
Will You Please Make Sure She Stays On The Right Track
Spoken: Well I Know How Hard It Is For Young Girls These Days In The Face Of Everything To Stay On
The Right Track
What I Need's A Temporary, Temporary Secretary
Temporary Secretary I Need A /
Temporary Secretary, Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary I Need A
Temporary Secretary. Temporary Secretary,
Temporary Secretary.
04 Waterfalls (04:48)
Don't Go Jumping Waterfalls
Please Keep To The Lake
People Who Jump Waterfalls
Sometimes Cam Make Mistakes
And I Need Love, Yeah I Need Love
Like A Second Needs An Hour
Like A Raindrop Needs A Shower
Yeah I Need Love Every Minute Of The Day
And It Wouldn't Be The Same
If You Ever Should Decide To Go Away
And I Need Love, Yeah I Need Love
Like A Castle Needs A Tower
Like A Garden Needs A Flower
Yeah I Need Love Every Minute Of The Day
And It Wouldn't Be The Same
If You Ever Should Decide To Go Away
Don't Go Chasing Polar Bears
In The Great Unknown
Some Big Friendly Polar Bear
Might Want To Take You Home
And I Need Love, Yeah I Need Love
Like A Second Needs An Hour
Like A Raindrop Needs A Shower
Yeah I Need Love Every Minute Of The Day
And It Wouldn't Be The Same
If You Ever Should Decide To Go Away
Don't Run After Motor Cars
Please Stay On The Side
Someone's Glossy Motor Car
Might Take You For A Ride
And I Need Love, Yeah I Need Love
Like A Castle Needs A Tower
Like A Garden Needs A Flower
Yeah I Need Love, Said I Need Love
Like A Raindrop Needs A Shower
Like A Second Needs An Hour
Every Minute Of The Day
And It Wouldn't Be The Same
If You Ever Should Decide To Go Away
Don't Go Jumping Waterfalls
Please Keep To The Lake
10 Darkroom (02:22)
Got A Place We Can Go
Lights Are Low
Let Me Show You To My Darkroom
Came A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
Come A Come A Come A Come A Come A
Come A Come A Come A Come A Come A
Got A Place We Can Go
Lighting Low
Let Me Show You To My Darkroom
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
Got A Place
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
We Can Go
Got A Place We Can Go
Lighting Low
Let Me Show You To My Darkroom
Come A Come Along With Me To My Darkroom
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"'Waterfalls' is a high point, perhaps the highest, of McCartney’s entire career from the Beatles to today."
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