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Rating: "Boy, you're gonna carry that weight / carry that weight for a long time."
No words were more prophetic for Paul, the kind-hearted Beatle, capable of light melodies, yet at the same time thoughtful and complex, the result of an extraordinary compositional talent and an imagination beyond the norm. The weight he has to bear after the Beatles' breakup is made up of lies, slanders that paint him as the main perpetrator of the crime, unforgivable by the critics, in fact a victim of a tense atmosphere that had exploded within the group, forcing him to leave. To recover, Paul needs help, he drinks, he no longer plays, then, slowly thanks to Linda, a rebirth, the desire to make music, to get back in the game, to prove himself once more. To do so, he chooses the longer road, just like that "long and winding" road he so aptly described shortly before, deciding to return to playing like the Beatles did at the start of their career, when they were "just small stuff," a band "like many others" trying to earn by doing rock 'n' roll.
The Wings are born this way, one day in 1971 while Paul waits to hold little Stella in his arms in a hospital waiting room, a story similar to that which led Lennon to propose the name Beatles, all by chance, an intuition that materializes suddenly. Thus the second most famous act in Rock history, and the one that had the most success, begins its adventure with recordings in home studios, concerts for English universities, where astonished students charge modest prices to see the new Paul dabble in his "small stuff" made of rock classics, a few little songs but never a Beatles piece, those remain off-list, there's time to make peace with the past. "Wild Life" is a blank slate, it is nothing, little more than a demo, where noisy nonsense ("Mumbo"), nursery rhymes ("Bip-Bop"), and a small lesser pearl "Dear Friend" find space, all seasoned by the sunset of the flower children era, now nature is seen through the bars of a zoo, "Wild Life." Anyone approaching this album will judge it poorly, but it is too important; without this work, we would never have had the Paul of "Band On The Run" or "Flaming Pie," it is simply the most courageous work done by an ex-Beatle, a liberation from his own past, a rebirth in new garments, made of children, balance, and plenty of good music composed for fun and enjoyment. Now the wings are open, you know the rest of the story; the start was missing, and do not judge this period of Paul's in contrast to Lennon or other similar figures, they are different things. And as Neil Young says at McCartney's Rock Hall of Fame induction ceremony, "Paul is great because he has kept a family together in the rock world."
And with that, I close.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Bip Bop (04:05)
Bip bop, bip bip bop
Bip bop, bip bip band
Dig your bottom dollar
put it in your hand
Try to hang out
underneath the stand
Put your hands together
gonna see a band
Treat me like a good boy
Treat me like a man
Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man
04 Wild Life (06:30)
The word "wild" applies to the words "you" and "me".
While taking a walk thru an African park one day,
I saw a sign say, "The animals have the right of way".
Wild life, whatever happened to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
We're breathing a lot,
a lot of political nonsense in the air.
You're making it hard for the people who live in there.
You're moving so fast, but, baby, you know not where.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
You'd better stop, there's animals ev'rywhere,
And man is the top, an animal too,
And, man, you just got to care.
Wild life, what's gonna happen to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
You're breathing a lot of polical nonsense in the air.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, what ever happened to?
05 Some People Never Know (06:35)
No one else will ever see
how much faith you have in me,
Only fools would disagree that it's so,
Some people never know.
Like a fool I'm faraway,
ev'ry night I hope and pray
I'll be coming home to stay and it's so,
Some people never know.
Some people can sleep at nightime,
believing that love is a lie.
I'm only a person like you, love,
and who in the world can be right
all the right time.
I know I was wrong, make me right, right.
Only love can stand the test,
only you outshine the rest,
Only fools take second best, but it's so,
Some people never know.
06 I Am Your Singer (02:10)
You are my love, you are my song, liger on,
You are my song, I am your singer.
You are my one, you are my own melody,
You are my song, I am your singer.
Someday when we're singing
we will fly away, going winging.
Sing, singing my love song to you.
My song is sung,
when day is done harmonies willinger on,
I am your singer,
I am your singer,
singing my love song to you
08 Tomorrow (03:17)
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow,
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow,
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Hey, baby's got a lazy dday on sunday,
Here's a pound, we hang around'til monday,
Oh, baby don't you let me down on sunday.
Bring a bag of bread and cheese and find a shady spot beneath the trees.
Catch abreath of country air and run your pretty fingers thro' my hair.
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,
Thro' the week we beg and steal and borrow.
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Honey, pray for sunny skies so I can speak to rainbows in your eyes.
Let's just hope the weather man is feeling fine and doesn't spoil our plan.
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow,
baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Oh, don't let me down,
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Baby's, don't let, let me down tomorrow,
baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
09 Dear Friend (05:42)
Dear Friend
Dear friend, what's the time?
Is this really the borderline?
Does it really mean so much to you?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Dear friend, throw the wine,
I'm in love with a friend of mine.
Really truly, young and newly wed.
Are you a fool, or is it true?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
* REPEAT ALL VERSES ONCE
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